4 comments/ 49599 views/ 50 favorites From Good Girl to Grand Slam By: L0tsaluck I met my wife in a way that was pretty common in my era. I was walking across campus at the University of Colorado in February and noticed a girl with a very cute smile walking in the other direction. Only her face was visible in the hooded parka but one glance was enough to pique my interest. I watched for her in subsequent days as I headed for that class and spotted her on two or three occasions. My initial impressions were confirmed. Without the parka hood her blonde hair and pretty face hinted she was one of Colorado's finest. As we were walking in opposite directions and I didn't know where she was coming from or going to, there was no obvious way to meet her without attempting to introduce myself. For all I knew she was married, but she was worth an attempt. "Can I buy you a hot chocolate or coffee?" I offered one day. She politely thanked me, and said, "No I'm headed to class." "Maybe another time." she offered as she continued on her way. About two months later she tapped me on the arm at the student union and said, "Can I swap that coffee for a Coke?" Fortunately she was not married or dating seriously and after visiting an hour consented to a first date two weeks hence. No cell phones in the early 1980's, no tweeting, no texting, no Facebook, we actually got to know each other by going out and hanging out together. Without her parka, the rest of Julie lived up to the high standards of her face and hair. She was 5'7" tall and I guessed 120 pounds. She was strong and lean but feminine. With Swedish and Norwegian parents, she was quite a sight. I was surprised she wasn't taken as she certainly attracted everyone's attention. At the time I would've described her breasts as more than a mouthful but slightly less than a handful but then again I'm 6'3" with good size hands. As I subsequently learned, she nicely filled out a 34B, bra and did wonders for a size 6 dress, or skirt and blouse, or shorts or pants or anything else she wore. Julie was a sophomore and I was a senior. We were both busy with school but managed to see each other a few times a week. This was 1980s style dating where good girls took their time getting to know young men and it wasn't uncommon to have a few dates before that first kiss and a few more before "making out". The following fall when I was in grad school and Julie was a junior we were exclusive and enjoyed each other but at Julie's insistence we were not sexually active. The following year as I was finishing my MBA and Julie was nearing graduation, I had met the family and proven my serious interest and Julie finally surrendered her resistance. Perhaps it was a good thing. I might never have gotten out of bed to study had Julie accommodated my male desires sooner. To her parents displeasure we lived together the following year but I softened the family's disappointment with a Christmas engagement and June wedding. I felt stunningly lucky and looked forward to a future shared with Julie. Our relationship was fantastic and the sex was good. Don't misunderstand - Julie was gorgeous - model quality - and we were very much in love - but she remained, even after marriage, somewhat reserved when it came to sex. There was love but not much lust, there was intimacy but not hot fucking. Julie's conservative upbringing stifled her spontaneity and her enthusiasm for anything nontraditional. Julie wasn't a prude, unbeknownst to her mother who blamed me for taking her virginity, she had lost it as a freshman with the help of several margaritas at a sorority party and she had a three-month relationship end abruptly as a sophomore after she accommodated her suitor's desires only to be quickly dumped after his conquest was completed. Between her mother's influence and some bad experiences, Julie struggled with letting go and enjoying sex. Early in the marriage we were anxious to get our careers established and wanted to postpone having children. This meant birth control and Julie was afraid of birth control pills which left us using a host of alternative methods none of which enhance spontaneity and all of which dampened both the romance and lustfulness. After a few years we've decided it was time to start a family and for 7 months sex was much more fun. That was followed by a year of various tests and doctor visits as we explored the reasons why two otherwise healthy young folks couldn't conceive. The next two years sex became more of a job and mission - careful attention to timing, temperatures, pills, and ultimately doctors' visits and shots. So much for jumping Julie in the kitchen, taking her from behind over the back of the couch, or a quickie in the car. Even the seldom offered blow jobs were postponed in the interest of "enhancing sperm volume". Gifts of sexy lingerie and clothes from Valentines, anniversaries and birthdays, accumulated in the bottom drawer. Sex toys and tasteful pornography were tolerated on special occasions. I was understanding but definitely disappointed. With the help of doctors, we were ultimately blessed with beautiful twin daughters - and life was good but extremely tiring and demanding with little time or energy for bedroom antics. We settled into a once a week routine about 20 years younger than I had anticipated that happening. At least the birth control and fertility issues were behind us as we were content with the existing family and Julie heeded the doctor's advice about not having any more kids and had her tubes tied. Fall 2001 was life-changing for Julie. First she had a cancer scare which fortunately was a false alarm, then her 39th birthday which coupled with the girls turning 13 - now teenagers, signaled that time marches on. Then, most devastating, her mother was killed in an auto accident at age 63, just months after she retired from teaching. Julie took it very hard and there was a gloom in the house for several months. Then one Friday evening when returning from work Julie mentioned that the girls were keeping grandpa company for the weekend. She walked out of the bedroom wearing a short skirt that I hadn't seen in probably 15 years, and a very sheer black blouse that had sat in her sexy clothes drawer for years. It probably still had the store tags on it from when I bought it. Under the blouse was a black satiny camisole with the bra and camisole straps providing a sexy tease through the sheer blouse. Julie had a smile on her face and more makeup than she usually wore as she announced we were going to dinner. I started to ask her what was going on but quickly stopped, not wanting to discourage her actions. It's the sexiest I'd seen Julie look in years and she grinned as I stared at her, obviously pleased with the effect her outfit had on me. As she walked toward me she asked if Frank, her pet name for my cock, and I were ready to take her to dinner. I responded, "Frank is definitely ready when you dress like that but he is thinking past dinner." We ended up at a delightful Italian restaurant we had never tried before. Julie sat on the same side of the booth and occasionally checked on Frank to make sure he was not getting bored with the conversation. I teased Julie about the effect she was having not only on Frank but also the waiter who was giving us particularly good service and using his utmost charm on Julie. Julie seemed to enjoy the attention and the confirmation that she could still attract younger men. I teased her about being a hot MILF then had to explain what MILF meant to her. Julie definitely hadn't kept up with the times. I told her she should go to the ladies room and remove the Camisole and see how long it took the waiter to notice. She giggled at the suggestion but then looked at me and said, "You don't believe I'd be willing to do it do you?" I laughed back and said, "You've only had one drink, not a chance in a million." Without hesitating Julie excused herself. A few minutes later she walked proudly across the dining room and returned to our table. A black lace push-up bra cradled what had matured into beautiful 36C cup breasts. Her ample cleavage was teasingly apparent through the sheer blouse as was the lace embroidered pattern on the bra cups. Julie's long blonde hair slightly camouflaged and distracted attention from the sheer blouse. She turned to me and undid one more blouse button exposing even more cleavage before saying, "My camisole is in my purse along with my panties." I practically spit out the bite of chicken fettuccine I was eating as Julie's unprecedented behavior stunned me. I recovered and said, "This is a delicious dinner and I'm really looking forward to desert." and simultaneously slid my hand up her leg to discover what I had presumed were pantyhose were thigh high stockings. Julie was hardly back at the table when the waiter returned to check on things. He noticed. Julie blushed as he eyed her revealing blouse and cleavage display while asking her if her dinner was okay. A few minutes later another waiter came by and refilled our water glasses. I told Julie that the help was coming by to check out the MILF. "Don't be silly." She said. I was cracking up a moment later when the third waiter came by with fresh breadsticks. When he scurried off Julie grabbed my package with her hand under the table and chastised me for getting so much pleasure from seeing her blush when the men came by to check her out. I told her I hadn't had so much fun in years and, as I'm sure she noticed, I found it very exciting when she was a sexual person for me and anyone else that happened to be around. We finished our dinner and proceeded to pay and exit the restaurant. As we drove home, I managed to unbutton an additional button on Julie's blouse and was able to pull one breast from her bra to fondle as I drove. Julie was massaging my erection and laughing about how obvious the wait staff was in their efforts to check her out. Once inside the house, clothes littered the hallway as we rushed to the bedroom. My first order of business was to feast on Julie's pussy for dessert. She was unbelievably hot and aroused from the night's events. I had her thrashing and moaning like crazy within five minutes and convulsing in a huge orgasm five minutes after that. Julie hadn't been much of a fan of oral sex but given her mood that night I took a chance and placed my cock on her lips. With no reservations she opened wide and was soon being faced fucked more aggressively than she'd ever experienced. Rather than complaining, she responded by fondling my balls and wiggling her index finger into my anus. The predictable result was her swallowing a huge load of hot sperm within moments. After a lengthy rest and cuddling session I recovered and mounted Julie missionary style. I slipped into her hot box and began pounding her and watched her boobs shake with each thrust. Julie's eyes were closed and she was making soft moaning and grunting sounds as I pounded away. Having come earlier in the evening I had great stamina as I slammed away. As I trusted to full depth, I teased Julie, "I left a note for our waiter with the house address and an invitation for him to come over to get a better look at you after his shift ends - he can take over when I'm done here." Julie's response was to gasp for breath and began to shudder as I pounded even harder. She quickly erupted with her second orgasm of the evening before we both collapsed then lay still till we fell asleep. I let Julie sleep late the next morning and when she finally came downstairs she blushed saying, "That was quite a night." My quick response was, "I certainly enjoyed it, you seem to, and I know the wait staff at the restaurant did. That was quite a treat. I couldn't believe how hard you came when I teased you about the waiter coming over." "You're one to talk," Julie said, "You were as hard as a rock and awful excited when you knew the waiter was checking me out." As the weekend progressed I began to reflect on the usual, unprecedented evening with the woman I had known nearly 20 years. I was trying to figure out why the sudden change. Yes, I briefly wondered if this was guilt sex due to an affair or dalliance but I found such a prospect virtually impossible to comprehend. But then again Julie wearing a see-through blouse in public and swallowing after a hard face fucking were also thoughts that had hereto for been restricted to fantasies. I knew she was reading a book on female sexuality for a summer school course she was taking - maybe that had motivated her. Sunday evening I again mentioned how much I enjoyed her dressing sexy for our Friday night date. She commented, "Yes it was fun, and I didn't need to worry about my mother or someone she knows seeing me in the sexy outfit." Later that week as I was driving to a meeting and thinking about our Friday night date, Julie's reference to not worrying about her mother got me to thinking. I decided to call the counselor that had worked with Julie and me when we went through our fertility treatments to ask him if the passing of Julie's mother last winter could explain her more open-minded attitude about sex. The counselor referred me to a colleague who was kind enough to take my call. After hearing my story the counselor confirmed that in fact someone with a strict or judgmental mother could indeed feel a certain liberation when the mother passed - no longer concerned that their behaviors would be judged or criticized, and women do have midlife crises and Julie could be influenced by a book - all could be factors in Julie's behavior. She offered to meet with either or both of us if I thought it was important. I assured her that her answer was very helpful and that I rather enjoyed the change in behavior. Her parting advice was to enjoy the new Julie but don't hesitate to call if things get out of hand. That last comment sent a tingle through me as I contemplated the possibility that Julie's new interest in sex could lead to problems. I had always had a much more liberal attitude towards sex than Julie and had been the instigator of many attempts to add slightly kinky elements to our sex life - most unsuccessfully I might add - but even my wildest fantasies were bounded by safe sex and mutual consent. The prospect of Julie crossing those lines sent a nervous chill through me. With two young active kids in the house and two employed parents, weekly routines were highly scheduled leaving Julie and I little chance to talk say nothing of pursue romantic dates. On Thursday night when Julie hinted she'd be in bed waiting for me when I was done watching the news I was delighted to take advantage of the opportunity. While hardly the sign of a nymphomaniac lusting for sex, nonetheless, it was a proactive gesture that had long been absent from Julie's bedtime routine. A smidgen of the new wild side was apparent on Saturday as well. Julie had some work to do on her flower garden in the backyard and dressed in a pair of cutoffs and a bikini top. I'd swear she shortened the short shorts another 2 inches and bikini top came from the bottom of the drawer - one she'd had for at least 15 years and was a tight fit when she was a 34B but was now delightfully challenged trying to cover much of her 36C breasts. I complimented her on her work clothes and cautioned her not to go in the front yard for fear she would cause an accident by distracting drivers on the road. That evening Julie came to bed wearing a red baby doll nightgown also resurrected from her long ignored drawer of Valentines gifts. Over the next several weeks the heightened level of romance and sex continued. Julie seemed to take pleasure in surprising me with her sexy outfits and positive attitude towards sex.And I wasn't patronizing her when I responded with enthusiasm. Opportunities to be alone for any extended period of time without the kids didn't present themselves often but when they did our routine gravitated toward Julie dressing in a provocative outfit where both she and I got a kick out of her garnering the attention of other males. She seemed to enjoy the affirmation of her sex appeal and showing her off never failed to get me revved up for hot sex when we got home. My favorite routine was to see Julie's garter straps and stocking tops peeking out from under a short skirt and aroused nipples notably visible pressed against her blouse or dress top. Julie repeatedly mentioned how much fun it was to feel free to be a sexy woman. I had been calling her my hot MILF since that first evening. We were always careful to be well away from home in locations where no one would recognize us and Julie had vetoed my attempts to have her sit at a bar alone so that someone could approach her. I was enjoying the new Julie so much that I was reluctant to talk to her about her change in attitude and any specific desires she might have. Finally, the day after a particularly exciting date it was time to sit down and talk. We had been out to dinner and ended up in a piano bar for a drink afterwards. Julie was wearing a short skirt and satin blouse. She was braless and her nipples were noticeably visible when aroused and pressed against her blouse. She was wearing stockings with garters which were regularly visible peeking out from under her skirt when she was seated. We were seated side-by-side watching the piano player and nursing our drinks when two men at the table about 10 feet away noticed Julie. When they caught her attention they smiled, nodded and raised their drinks. Julie blushed. I whispered in her ear that they were probably fantasizing about taking the MILF back to the room to check out those breasts up close and personal. I continued talking about the guys speculating on how well endowed they were and what they would do with Julie if they got her in their room. Julie was trembling and her nipples were clearly aroused leaving very noticeable bulges in her satin blouse. My hand was on Julie's leg. I pulled her legs slightly toward me and whispered in her ear that she should give the men a little better look at the stocking tops and garter straps. The men must have noticed as the waiter arrived with a fresh round of drinks complements of their table. I whispered in Julie's ear that she should unbutton her blouse more. She paused, took a large gulp of her new drink, and then discreetly undid an additional button and then another. With the tight blouse now unbuttoned to below mid-breast level the gentlemen were treated to an expansive view of her cleavage and from my side view her braless breast was generously visible. The gentleman smiled as Julie blushed and I pulled her legs further apart. Not long afterwards the gentleman settled their tab and walked to our table. It was obvious they were aroused from the bulges in their slacks. One man stared down at Julie's cleavage from his improved vantage point while the other leaned forward for an even better view and whispered a thank you for the evening's entertainment. Five minutes later Julie was laying in the backseat of our minivan in the bar's parking lot with my six inch cock pounding her pussy and my hands mauling her breasts. Julie's arousal was obvious as she was soaking wet and steamy hot with her engorged nipples enjoying the tactile attention. My MILF rode home topless cringing anxiously as we drove through each well lite intersection. Twice more that night Frank unloaded, once on Julie's tits on the living room floor and a final time in our bed as I aroused Julie with stories about how the gentlemen from the club would have loved to follow us home and help me satisfy the MILF. The next day we talked. And on and off for several weeks. I told her how much I was enjoying the change in our sex life and how happy it made me to see her enjoy not just accommodate sex. I also explained that I was originally a little nervous that is was guilt sex or a sign of some other more serious mood change. I even told her of the call to the doctor and the doctor's thoughts on the possible reasons for the change. Julie was intrigued with the hypothesis and on reflection over a few days agreed that those factors were most probably true. She also recognized that I had been frustrated with the sex, or lack of it, in our relationship and her mourning period had been a burden on me and she wanted to make me happy as well. From Good Girl to Grand Slam We also discussed my early concern that her renewed interest in sex might extend beyond our relationship. I acknowledged that I had seen no signs of that in the past several months. Julie seemed quite surprised with that statement and quickly assured me that she had absolutely no interest in sex without me. She was equally surprised when I asked her if the "MILF" would consider the possibility of going beyond just teasing other men with my encouragement and presence. Julie's quick response was, "No, I haven't even considered being with other men." I equally quickly rejected that answer, "Julie, Of course you have, when I talk about other men lusting after you or wishing they were fucking you, we both get very excited. Everybody fantasizes about other people." Julie conceded that she did find the fantasy of being with other men exciting. But she still felt guilty about even thinking of enjoying sex outside of a loving relationship. As much as she had some second thoughts about not having more sexual experiences when she was younger, she very much felt she made the right choices. Her discipline ensured her of a great education, supportive parents, great career, finding me, having a wonderful family and other choices that might not have otherwise been realized. No regrets for previous choices but also no regrets for the experiences of teasing me and other men and certainly no regrets for our more active and adventurous sex life the past few months. These discussions extended over several sessions as we shared feelings and then explored the answer to my question on the possibility of going beyond just teasing other men with my encouragement and presence. I left Julie with the challenge of identifying under what, if any, conditions she would be willing to take the next step. A week after that question was put to her she responded with a carefully thought out list of conditions: •It can't involve anybody we know, it must be anonymous. •He must be attractive and charming. •No drugs and not more than a couple drinks. This must be done with full mental faculties. •I must be in her immediate presence 100% of the time. •It should be in another town to ensure nobody we know is aware of it. •If she changes her mind or says no to anything it will stop immediately. •It needs to be incremental, like when we were in school: first base - kissing, second base - making out, third base - genital fondling, home plate - sex. A few days after each experience we will see if we are both still comfortable with proceeding after sober reflection. •I must have professional assurances that the person is clean and healthy for steps beyond second base. After Julie's conditions were itemized it was clear to me that it would be challenging to meet the standards. It would take some planning and patience. Given busy schedules and the out-of-town requirement this might take months. The good news was her process implied there might be multiple experiences. I countered with a proposal to skip first base suggesting that that was simply trivial and cruel - at least reward the guy with getting to second base I argued. She consented but made it clear she thought it would be very difficult to me et her conditions. "In the meantime, I'll continue to dress sexy and be a bit of an exhibitionist and you can continue to get aroused as a voyeur and fuck me silly after our dates." She giggled. As it turned out it took four months and three attempts before we got anywhere close to having a chance for moving beyond some casual exhibitionist teasing. Julie had accompanied me on a business trip to Dallas. It was Friday evening. The meetings were over and Julie and I spent Friday afternoon shopping then headed to a restaurant in the West end. Julie looked hot in a new gauzy sundress. Soft blonde curls hung on her bare shoulders and her long tan legs and sexy sandals complemented her body hugging dress. Julie was in a great mood and doing her best to get the attention of the handsome young waiter. He looked like a college jock who worked in the popular restaurant for spending money and a chance to meet young women. In spite of showing generous amounts of cleavage and leg and using every opportunity to make eye contact or otherwise flirt, she was having unusually bad luck. As we were eating fruit sorbet for dessert we noticed our waiter hugging the newly arrived male guest that was apparently his boyfriend. We were both laughing with the realization that Julie's efforts at flirting were in vain. As we laughed, a gentleman seated at an adjacent table walked over. He was also laughing then indicated that he had very much enjoyed watching Julie attempt to flirt with the waiter. He said he too was fooled and that she shouldn't feel bad as any heterosexual male would've certainly enjoyed her attention. The gentleman was charming, slender and well groomed with graying sideburns, probably about 50. I invited him to sit with us as we finished our dessert and ordered coffee. He immediately focused all his attention and Julie and they were quickly chatting like old friends. He was extremely interesting and funny relating stories of travel and funny business experiences. It was soon clear that he was wealthy and quite a womanizer, he had mentioned at least two previous wives. It wasn't long before he inquired as to why Julie had been flirting with the waiter. Julie paused, looked at me, then smiled and said she sometimes just found it fun to flirt with someone else. We visited another 20 minutes or so and then I mentioned it was time for us to catch a cab and head back to our hotel at the Galleria. Ben, ever the gentleman, volunteered to give us a ride back to our hotel. We exited the restaurant and walked a block to the parking lot. Ben's car was a brand new 2002 Mercedes S55 AMG. I immediately complemented him on the car mentioning I had always wanted to drive one of those. Julia interjected, "If you let my husband drive you can sit in the backseat with me." Ben only hesitated momentarily before handing me the keys and opening the door for Julie. I knew the Dallas roads well and he briefly instructed me on where the car controls were. And we were off. It was about a 10 mile ride to the hotel.As I waited in line to pay the parking attendant, Ben and Julia were visiting quietly in the back seat and I noticed Ben already had his hand on Julie's thigh. Julie giggled then leaned toward Ben and whispered in his ear. We hadn't gone a mile when I heard kissing in the backseat. As we drove under streetlights I attempted to catch glances in the rearview mirror. Hands were moving. Ben's head was nestled in Julie's neck and Julie was making sounds suggesting Ben's lips and tongue had found sensitive areas on her neck and shoulders. Exiting the freeway less than 10 minutes later, the light from the well-lit local streets coming through the windows and moon roof revealed Ben sitting sideways in his seat with his left hand fondling Julie's right breast while they kissed lustfully. I was hard as a rock with my cock having pushed its way out of my briefs and laying fully engorged down my leg. My heart was beating rapidly and I was sweating slightly from excitement while trying to carefully navigate the hundred thousand dollar car while I snuck glances in the backseat. We were only a few minutes from the hotel. At the next red light I turned to look in the backseat for the first time since leaving downtown. The left shoulder straps on Julie's dress was hanging down her arm and Ben's hand was now cupping and fondling her bare right breast having pushed the dress top down below her breast. I presumed his right hand had slid behind Julie to fondle her ass. Julie's head was laid-back and her eyes were closed. There was a smile on her face. Ben's head was nuzzled low in her cleavage. I told Julie and Ben that we were one minute away from the hotel. Moments later I pulled into the entryway as Julie and Ben quickly broke their embrace and straightened up as of the Bellman approached to open the doors. Julie barely had her dress back in place as the door opened. Both Ben and I had some adjustments to make before we could exit the car without revealing tented slacks. As we all exited the car I handed Ben the keys and thanked him for the opportunity to drive his beautiful car. Julie kissed him good night and thanked him for the fun time. I think Ben was somewhat surprised he wasn't invited up to the room. He graciously thanked Julie and me for the company and memories. He pulled me aside and whispered in my ear that my horny wife really needed to be fucked hard. He said if you ever need any help let me know and he discretely pressed some paper in my hand before climbing in his expensive hardware and heading out. As soon as the elevator door closed and we were headed to our room I mimicked Ben's actions by lustfully kissing Julie while my left hand replaced his on her breast. Her still engorged nipples hardened further. Once in our room, Julie's dress was quickly shed and I proceeded to strip her of her soaked panties as I guided her to the bed. For the next two hours we went at it like lustful teenagers. I recounted my excitement in catching glances of Ben enjoying Julie's body and Julie filled in details of her 12 minute make out session. Julie recounted how Ben repeatedly attempted to "steal third base" by putting his hand up her skirt and in her panties but she finally distracted him by placing his hand on her breast instead. Julie was breathing hard just retelling the story and soaking wet and hot when I slipped into her and began slamming her into the mattress. She quickly erupted in her first orgasm. I had never seen her cum so quickly. We went at it two more times that night before collapsing for the night. It was now increasingly common for Julie to have multiple orgasms in an evening. The next morning I woke up first. The room smelled of sex and our clothes were strewn across the room. As I picked things up I found the paper that Ben had handed me. It turned out to be his business card and a second card with a web address for a club called The Outer Limits. In light of our commitment to anonymity I stuck cards in my travel bag so Julie wouldn't see them. When Julie awoke I looked at her and smiled and said, "Fun night?" I told her it was time to get packing as we had a drive ahead of us to get home to relieve the babysitter. As we began our 3 Hour drive I asked her how she felt about last night. She responded by asking me how I felt. I told her, "I asked first." She looked at me and said, "It was fun. The flirting was fun. Making out in the car was exciting. The hot sex when we got back to the room was great. And you?" "You know I love to watch you flirt and get excited. I find it exciting when other men are interested in you. I was so excited and shaking so much when I was driving Ben's car that I thought I'd wrap it around a light pole. That's why I didn't watch any more beyond taking glances in the rearview mirror. I was afraid to take my eyes off the road." I said. "It's a good thing that was only a 10 minute drive to the hotel." Julie admitted, "Any more time and I would not have been able to resist Ben's advances. I was getting excited when he kissed my neck and he had his right hand squeezing my butt." Julie continued. "When I put his hand on my chest he was content for a minute fondling me but quickly slid down my shoulder strap and grabbed my bare breast. - It felt exciting. He was a good kisser too." I was getting excited again just hearing her talk about it. She asked me if I got jealous. I could honestly answer no. "Excited yes, jealous no - I have to admit I was a little jealous of his car though." I asked Julie if she was ready for the next step. Then before she could respond I told her I thought we needed to skip "third base" it was simply not realistic to get verification that somebody was clean and get them excited with heavy petting but not expect them to want to fuck her. "That would just be cruel teasing." I said. Julie thought about it a few moments and agreed noting that it took us four months to get to first and second base and even that didn't work like we planned so who knows how long or if we'll ever have things work out again. There was no question the burden was on me to find a way to have a fun, safe, anonymous, liaison with somebody that Julie found exciting. Back in our normal routine we were very busy. I couple times a week I would find myself thinking about how to connect with someone to fuck Julie. Julie had long since vetoed any Internet or magazine advertising. She simply didn't have confidence that we could screen out folks adequately. She also added another wrinkle to her requirements. If it was a married man his wife had to know he was fooling around. Our busy fall passed quickly and then we were in the midst of the holiday season. It had been almost 6 months with no progress. We had had a few fun outings where Julie flirted and flashed but no progress on taking the next step. While packing to visit thes over Christmas, I refound the card Ben had left me in one of my travel bags. I decided to check it out on the web. As it turns out, the club was a swinging and swapping club in Dallas Texas. From the website it looked real classy. The photos of the members, all with their faces blacked out suggested a classy attractive clientele. My interest was piqued when I noticed that membership was restricted to couples and unmarried singles and required health records, a credit check, and referrals from an existing member. I quickly realized those criteria mirrored Julie's requirements for an extramarital experience. The $100 application fee and $1500 couple membership fee were further assurance of a relatively select clientele. I quickly checked Ben's business card intending to e-mail him and see if he was a member and why he had given me the card. It was three days later, after Christmas, before I was able to check e-mails. Ben had responded indicating he was a member and part owner. He sensed that we were exploring our sexual boundaries and thought we might be interested in the club. He was surprised he had not heard from us earlier. He indicated that we could be his guest for a visit and avoid the membership commitment but health records would be required. He said he hoped we'd follow through and looked forward to the prospect of someday seeing Julie again. He mentioned that Julie was the only women since high school that he had made out with without fucking. I began considering how to broach the subject with Julie. Dallas was a three-hour drive and a frequent destination of mine for business trips. The 170 mile distance was a nice buffer between a household with two 13-year-olds ands and friends in town and the excitement of sexual experimentation in the big city. I searched our files to find the necessary medical information from recent annual physicals and began thinking more about the possibility. This was a real different scenario than Julie and I had talked about. We hadn't talked about me being with other women, Julie having to compete for the attention of men with other women, and the prospect of multiple men at the same time. It took me a few weeks to discretely dig up the health records before I completed and faxed Ben the materials. I decided to not broach the subject with Julie yet. In late January I received positive confirmation from Ben. A note encouraged us to plan to attend the annual Valentine's Day party scheduled for Saturday the 15th. The next evening I invited Julie for a Valentines weekend in Dallas. I asked my folks to babysit. She was excited as she enjoyed trying new restaurants and shopping in the city. I didn't reveal my plan but she suspected something. It was an anxious three week wait. The following Sunday morning Julie shook me to wake me up and with a worried tone asked if I was OK. I was sweating, had been mumbling something, breathing hard, and, as I soon realized, had a huge erection. I told her I was fine but had been dreaming. She laughed at me saying it must have been quite a dream. She pulled the sheets off my lower body and threw her leg over my torso then hiked up her long pajama shirt and positioned herself. She slowly lowered her body directing my cock into her pussy as she slowly lowered herself. When she was fully stuffed she smiled and said, "Frank sure is big this morning, why don't you tell me about your dream?" I told her I couldn't remember the details but when she woke me I was watching her on a bed in the middle of a room. As I slowly began thrusting into her and palmed her breasts under her nightshirt, I continued. "Your skirt and blouse were in a pile on the floor and you were wearing a sexy black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings; kneeling on all fours in the middle of the bed. A handsome man was kneeling in front of you with his one hand on your head and fingers entwined in your hair, the other hand on your shoulder. His cock was three-quarter of the way down your throat. There was another man, equally handsome, behind you and between your legs. He must have been in a hurry, as he just pulled the panty fabric to the side and slid his cock in from behind. He slid right in to the hilt. You must have been hot, wet, and ready. You were being rocked back and forth, stuffed from both ends. The man in front reached around you and pulled the bra cup down so your tit spilled out. He was fondling your sensitive aroused nipple. Your body was quivering and you were moaning as much as you could with a mouth full of cock - then you woke me up." Julie didn't say anything. I kept thrusting and Julie was now rocking aggressively on my cock. She looked slightly flushed and was breathing deeply as she yanked off her pajama top and ground her ass on my groin. My hands were full of tits. In a few moments we both climaxed. I knew Julie was ready for the next step. My plan was to drive to Dallas Friday afternoon, check in the hotel and go to dinner. Then Saturday go shopping, relax over a light dinner and then go to the party. Julie still didn't know about the party but knew I had romance planned as we had restrained from sex all week. I could tell Julie was nervous as was I on the three-hour trip to Dallas. She looked fantastic. While shopping I bought Julie a charcoal colored, shiny semi sheer blouse that would look great with the valentine's gift outfit that I had in my luggage. I had Julie open it as she prepared to dress for dinner. It consisted of a black sheer bra, panty, garter and stocking set and a black leather slit skirt just long enough to hide the garter straps and stocking tops if she was standing. She looked delicious. We had a delightful light diner and a few cocktails. I told Julie I had a special surprise for her - that we had been invited to a party. I told her that if she was uncomfortable at any time we could leave but that I hoped she wouldn't prejudge anything and give it a try. We drove the 20 mile hike north of town. As we approached I handed Julie a scarf and asked her to blindfold herself. She giggled a little nervous giggle then complied. I pulled in and parked. The facility looked like the country club at a golf course. I was guessing it was 15,000 ft.² - the size of a serious mansion. There were perhaps 30 cars parked in the lot. It was about 10 o'clock. I helped Julie from the car and guided her up the front walk in her blindfold. I knocked and was promptly greeted by a gentleman who looked at me briefly then addressed Julie and I by our first names. He welcomed us and said he would escort us to our room. We walked through the lobby like room down a long hallway. I could hear music and at one point could see large windows overlooking the pool and patio area in the backyard where many folks were gathered. He opened the door to a good-sized room and ushered us in. He told us there were champagne, crackers and cheese; chocolate dipped strawberries, and assorted other goodies. He then said, "After your initiation is complete in an hour or so feel free to join us in the pool and hot tub area out back. He then excused himself and left. From Good Girl to Grand Slam Julie asked what that comment meant but before she could even finish the question I had placed a chocolate covered strawberry on her lips and handed her a flute of champagne. As Julie was enjoying the champagne the door opened again and three men and two ladies quietly entered the room. As Julie asked what was going on I interrupted her by giving her a passionate kiss. "Happy Valentines." I said. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your present." I then placed her champagne glass on the nearby table and placed my hands on her hip and proceeded to kiss her passionately. She was trembling slightly. Her body was warm and her face was glowing. Her blonde hair had heavy curls falling on her shoulders. The leather skirt hugged her ass and looked fantastic with the dark stockings and peeks of garter belt and stocking top visible through the skirt slit. With two buttons undone the blouse revealed generous amounts of cleavage. The semi-sheer blouse covering a semi-sheer bra left hints of what was beneath. I continued to kiss Julie with my hands on her waist. One of the men that had entered the room; he looked about 30 years old 6 feet tall and very solid with a military style haircut, and was well groomed in casual slacks and linen shirt, walked up behind Julie and placed his hands below mine on the swell of her hips. Julie jumped. I broke the kiss and told her to relax and enjoy then resumed the kiss. The second man approached and tapped me on the shoulder as if cutting in on a dance. I broke the kiss and stepped back and he quickly and quietly stepped forward. One of the women took my hand and gently pulled me away from Julie. The second man, who could well be the poster child for tall, dark, and handsome, used his hands to replace mine on Julie's waist and then his lips replaced mine on her lips. Julie must have noticed but she didn't inquire or protest. The woman holding my hand was a petite brunette with an adorable smile and tight body well displayed in a pale yellow sundress. The second woman, in what looked like a painted on cocktail dress, had joined us. In the meantime, Kurt, the man standing behind Julie, was gently caressing Julie's ass with his hands. Jake, the man kissing Julie, was continuing the passionate kisses and receiving an equally passionate response from Julie. His right hand had slid from her waist to cup her left breast. Chris, the third man, had stepped forward and found the side hook and zipper on Julie's skirt. He deftly undid the hook and slid down the zipper. Between kisses Julie called out, "Honey, are you okay?" I quickly responded, "Yes I'm more than okay - you look beautiful." Kurt, the man behind Julie, stepped back from her and began undoing his belt. Chris quickly took his place and began working her tight leather skirt down over her hips. Jason, the man who had been kissing Julie, stepped back slightly and was busy undoing the remaining buttons on Julie's blouse. Julie's skirt slid to the floor revealing her garter belt, stockings and sheer panties. Chris lifted one foot then the other out of her skirt and slid it away. Jason slid the blouse off Julie's arms. Her skimpy sheer stretch bra highlighted her breasts. Her aureoles and aroused nipples were clearly visible and her cleavage was heaving as she took deep breaths. Kurt had removed his pants and shirt and stood in his briefs tapping Jason on the shoulder. Jason stepped back to be replaced by Kurt who resumed kissing Julie, starting on her lips but then shifting down to her neck and nibbling toward her cleavage. Both Chris and Jason had stepped back to remove their clothing. Kurt took advantage of his solo opportunity to wrap both arms around Julie and grab one ass cheek in each hand pulling her body tight against his. Julie could no doubt feel the bulge in his shorts pressing against her stomach as his hands massaged her ass. As I watched the men and Julie, the two women, Wendy and Nancy, the wives of Kurt and Chris, had moved me to a nearby bench where I was seated between the two women. They both stood and stripped out of their dresses. Neither had a bra so I was treated to what looked like a gorgeous pair of perky 34B tits on Wendy, and what had to be 38D breasts on Nancy. Both women resumed their place on the bench wearing only tiny panties. Wendy told me to strip down but then they would let me watch Julie for a while. The men walked Julie the few steps to a large round the bed in the middle of the room. It was covered by a white satin sheet with several large pillows. A nearby table had towels, wash cloths, water bottles, and tubes of lubricant. The ceiling above was a mirror. Kurt began kissing Julie passionately and used his right hand to gently fondle Julie's left breast through her bra fabric. Chris had reached around and had his hand on Julie's mound rubbing her pussy lips through the sheer panties. Julie was soon whimpering as the men continued to challenge her senses. Jason unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her arms freeing her breasts. Kurt slide down her panties uncovering her shapely ass and well-trimmed blond bush. Julie was helped onto the giant bed and positioned spread eagle. Jason climbed between her legs and began attacking her pussy with his lips and tongue. Chris had settled in and was feasting on one breast and Kurt was kissing her face and fondling the other breast. They continued enjoying her for several minutes until Jason's tongue working on her clit brought on her first orgasm. The men were very excited and waited only moments before repositioning Julie kneeling on all fours on the bed. Chris quickly climbed behind her and began rubbing her ass. Jason slipped off his shorts freeing a rock hard six inch cock that sprung to attention. He climbed in front of Julie. He took Julie's head in his hands and guided her mouth to his cock. Jason voiced the first words he used since entering the room saying, "Open wide." Julie complied and her mouth was quickly filled with Jason's cock. Balancing himself with one hand on Julie's shoulder and the other holding her head, Jason slowly began rocking back and forth pushing his cock ever deeper into Julie's mouth. In the meantime Chris had removed his briefs revealing what looked like a thick seven inch uncircumcised cock. He slipped his cock between her legs. After a few strokes along her pussy lips he backed off and used his hand to steer his now lubricated cock into Julie's pussy. Two thrusts and Chris was balls deep in Julie's love hole. For the next 15 minutes the guys worked Julie over. Chris would thrust hard into Julie's pussy pushing her head further on Jason's cock. She was whimpering and squealing and snorting as the men pleasured themselves with her body. Jason had palmed Julie's tits and was using one hand to arouse her sensitive nipple. He removed her blindfold. Wendy and Nancy were both enjoying the show. Wendy had her fingers in her own panties masturbating herself while Nancy had hand one hand around my cock alternating between pumping it and squeezing. Her other hand was gently fondling Kurt's cock as he waited his turn with Julie. Chris and Julie both reached their orgasm within seconds of each other. Julie trembled with her body visibly shaking as her head rose and pulled off Jason's cock when Chris's final thrusting pushed her over the edge. Julie and Kurt still coupled, fell sideways to the bed. Kurt pulled out and rolled over. Julie laid face up gasping for breath. Jason had hopped off the bed, his cock still rock hard extended from his body. He shifted Julie's body so her head hung slightly off the edge of the bed and he steered his cock into her mouth as he stood beside the bed. Jason's balls slapped Julie's face as he sunk his cock back in her throat. Kurt had now climbed onto the bed. He hoisted her stocking clad legs to his shoulders and positioned his noticeably bigger cock on Julie's dripping pussy. He plunged in. Julie's body shook but with Jason's cock deep in her mouth there were no intelligible words. Jason stroked in and out of Julie's mouth until he couldn't take any more stimulation. As he started to come he pulled his cock from Julie's mouth and steering it with his hand as he pumped five heavy squirts of cum across Julie's breasts. That sight was more than Kurt could handle as he erupted pounding his huge load deep in Julie's womb just as she reached her next orgasm. Julie lay completely exhausted on the bed gasping for breath with her body glistening with the combination of sweat and cum covered breasts. Wendy took a warm damp cloth and wiped the semen from Julie's breasts and pussy. Nancy had left the room saying she would be back. After Julie had rested about 10 minutes Wendy told me it was my turn to fuck Julie. I was more than ready. I couldn't imagine lasting more than a few strokes I was so aroused. I approached the bed and kissed Julie on the lips and on the breasts before climbing on the bed. My cock slipped easily into her wet pussy. I started thrusting. I love the way Julie's breast bounce around when I pound her while she is laying on her back. Nancy returned with two naked men in tow. She placed one on each side of Julie's head then took Julie's hands and placed one on each man's penis. Julie began stroking the cocks as I pounded her pussy. She was chanting, "Fuck me, fuck me, it feels so damn good, just fuck me." I couldn't last long and soon unloaded what felt like pails of cum in Julie's well used pussy. As soon as I caught my breath Chris tapped me on the shoulder signaling me he was next. Chris climbed on the bed and plunged his cock in Julie. As he worked into a rhythm he told the two men whose cocks Julie was masturbating that as soon as he gave her an orgasm they should "paint the pretty lady." Julie had resumed her verbal encouragement telling Chris to fuck her pussy harder. After a few minutes he had her gasping for breath and quivering as another orgasm shook her body. Moments later I understood what paint the pretty lady meant as each man took his cock into his own hands and stroked off. The two men by Julie's head plastered her face with cum. Chris produced a few strong streams that splattered from her face across her breasts to her tummy. Julie seemed completely spent. But Kurt wasn't. He placed three jumbo pillows on the bed and flopped Julie's limp body over them positioning her face down with her ass on top of the pile of pillows. Kurt pulled her legs apart and pushed his cock in her cum loaded cunt. He squeezed her ass cheeks and playfully spanked her ass as he slowly fucked her. After several minutes Julie was making moaning sounds. She turned her head sideways and whispered the word "harder". Kurt laughed saying, this is sure one horny MILF. He spanked her ass a few more times and taunted her to admit she love getting fucked. Julie moaned every time he spanked her or squeezed her ass. Finally she panted, "Fuck my ass, please, fuck my ass." Kurt turned to me for concurrence and with my nod of approval he took his cum covered cock and placed it at Julie's anus. He pushed slowly but firmly. Julie moaned as the head penetrated her ass. Kurt pushed in with surprising ease as Julie rambled, "Fuck, cock, more, hard, fuck, cock." Kurt was careful but not gentle. His cock was soon fully embedded in Julie's ass balls deep as he was slamming his groin against her ass cheeks with hard thrusts. Julie's chant became, "Fuck the naughty girl's ass. Fuck the naughty girl's ass." She finally quieted down when I shoved my cock in her mouth and she hungrily acquiesced as I fucked her pretty face. A few minutes later I did something I had never done before and added my load to Julie's cum splattered face. There is something primitive and appealing about ejaculating on a pretty woman's face. I don't know if it has to do with proving male dominance or marking one's territory but the pleasure is real in spite of some cultural admonitions that it is disrespectful. Moments later Kurt unloaded deep in Julie's bowels. Julie never made it out to the pool or spa that night nor did she get a chance to see Ben that night as he was outside entertaining women. In light of Julie's exhausted condition the host suggested we spend the night in one of the guest rooms. Jason helped me carry Julie to the guest room where I cleaned her up a little and tucked her in. The next morning Julie was slightly startled when she woke up in strange surroundings as it took her a few minutes to remember where we were. She blushed as she looked at me saying, "Oh my God I can't believe what I did last night." I chuckle telling her if she couldn't believe it that we could watch it again on tape if she wanted. Julie started saying, "I was so bad, I was so bad, I can't believe I was so bad." I laughed at her saying no, "You are so good, you are so good, and everyone thought you were fantastic. We're invited back anytime we want." Since we hadn't packed an overnight bag, we rinsed off in the shower then put our clothes from the prior night on and headed out. Julie couldn't find her bra and in a sudden bout of modesty was nervous about leaving the room in her sheer blouse until I reminded her that naked pictures of her being fucked were broadcast throughout the house last night from the built-in camera system so nobody left in the building would be seeing anything they hadn't seen already. On the trip back to Dallas I explained to Julie the full background story on how I had contacted Ben and arranged our visit to his swingers club. I told her that he was a part owner and had handpicked the men and set up the room specifically as I had requested. I mentioned that I had talked to him briefly after I put her to bed last night and he joked that he had very much enjoyed watching the camera feed and was glad you had not only got past second base but had hit a grand slam. He did mention that if where ever in town again; he'd personally like to finish what he started in the backseat of his car. Epilogue Julie and I have had no regrets after our swinging experience. It seemed to satisfy a deep-seated curiosity Julie had and certainly had allowed me to act out one of my fantasies. It's been four months since our visit. Hardly a week goes by when we don't screw each other silly recounting memories from our Valentine party. Julie wore her leather skirt and charcoal sheer blouse to dinner one evening and I could hardly concentrate my erection hurt so much. Julie's interest in anal sex has gone from a once a year treat to a regular part of our lovemaking. We haven't decided when or if we will go back to The Outer Limit but we are considering joining the group on a Caribbean island vacation this fall.