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Jane's Trip to Germany

By: John Randolph



Prologue:

When we went to high school a girl was presumed to be a virgin until she married, although people knew that was not always so. But girls would often date several boys without "going steady". But any date might involve hugging and French kissing. My wife had dated like that.

Subsequent dates might progress to touching over or under the clothes usually only above the waist. This might happen with different boys without further expectations and without much damage to the girl's reputation. Dates were often to drive-in movies where there was a certain amount of privacy.

Sometimes at the girl's house the two would get on a sofa, kissing and pressing their bodies together maybe for hours, somehow resisting the urge to do more. This restrained behavior was widely accepted, even though the girl might be with a different boy the next night.

I have been married for sixteen years, and during that time my wife (NOT named Jane) has not had sex with another man and maintains that she never wants to, but she is easy to approach, and sometimes her behavior with a male, which she was always willing to describe to me in detail, was puzzling, but, she said, innocent.

My wife's dating background probably explained why she found herself allowing male friends to take liberties during her marriage. Even though she was fiercely faithful to her marriage vows, she seemed empathetic with any lusting male who was possibly suffering frustration from being attracted to her, a married woman. She would say, "I think he has a little crush on me. I hope he is OK."

Some people believe that males often feel primitively driven to pursue any attractive female, and females feel driven to respond to their pursuit.

She felt that her duty as a friend or even just common kindness required her to try giving the attracted male some relief. She seemed unable to resist using a touch, or a hug, or even a few kisses, never encouraging him to expect more, and, eventually, without my disapproval.

But once I did see something extreme. She was hugging a handsome friend after he had flirted with her. While kissing him goodbye, she plastered her breasts and belly hard against him for the longest fifteen seconds of my life. She didn't know that I saw them, but she told me about it later, and omitted no details. When she finished her description I was as hard as I had been when I actually witnessed this erotic scene.

Of course, she received pleasure from this, but she wasn't after something, her pleasure was incidental. She was dispensing relief that she felt hurt no one. But, surprisingly, whenever I see her arms go over a male's shoulders and around his neck, my cock instantly hardens!

So, I ushered her into the bedroom and after I put it completely in, I held very still and instructed her to describe the incident to me again slowly and with more details about what she was feeling. She had to take a full minute to describe the kissing part, and I stroked into her slowly during that minute. If I'm to tolerate her doing daring things with male friends, why not enjoy it?

My sexual fantasies often start with some innocent act that I have actually witnessed, then continue with the same male persuading my wife into permitting him more and more liberties as her clothes are removed. Finally, she is lying back, naked and smiling, and he is pistoning his long erection into the naturally blond bush between her receptive married legs as her hands on his ass, always wearing her wedding rings, pull him into her, ecstatically!

I can actually see her wetness on most of his cock as he withdraws it before plunging it in to depths she has seldom experienced, causing her to invariably open her mouth while gasping out a louder moan. These fantasies are quite arousing.

My wife has arousing sexual fantasies, too, and occasionally she tells me one.

We have taken many vacation trips together, and after she became a retired teacher, she took many overseas while I worked. She would room with a fellow female traveler to save money.

My wife was ACTUALLY walked around the German art gallery of the story that follows by the man from Florence who then asked her out to dinner. She had enjoyed spending time with him in the art gallery, but had plans for the evening with her roommate, and she declined. I did tell her it would have been OK to go. I said, "he was after your ass."

She said, "he just wanted to go to dinner with me." Her perfect ass, her blond hair, her slender 5' 4" frame with the perfect, medium-sized sensitive breasts and everything else about her causes men to come up and talk to her and even pursue her despite her wedding rings. WHAT IF SHE HAD GONE OUT WITH HIM?

The following story is about a married woman named Jane (with a husband also named John) who accepted the dinner invitation.

Jane's Trip:

One afternoon while in Germany roaming around in a famous art gallery, Jane was approached by an interesting man named Mario. He explained that he was in charge of acquisitions for the largest art gallery in Florence (Italy), and was here alone. If she liked, he would walk her around the gallery to explain and discuss the art. This pleased her no end, because she wanted what promised to be a superior tour of the gallery.

It proved to be so, and after two hours as they parted he asked her to meet him for dinner later on. As she had no plans with her roommate, and she enjoyed talking to him, she said yes, and later met him at the restaurant in his hotel which he said was excellent. She realized she would be with a man she barely knew for an entire evening in a country where no one knew them.

As they were being seated, a dance band was playing, and she presumed that dancing would become part of their evening. He would be enclosing her in his arms with her husband on another continent. She shivered a little. During dinner she enjoyed his intelligent conversion and liked him. After they had dinner with a fine wine, followed by slow, intimate dancing, she could tell from his holding her closer-and-even-closer that he was having sexual thoughts. Besides, all evening his eyes had been on her breasts, and sometimes her legs and ass.

As they began to leave the dining room, Mario said that he did not want the night to end yet. He asked her to come to his room for more dancing, so they headed for the elevator. Jane was not particularly attracted to Mario, but she had not wanted to disappoint him, and she suspected that kissing might become part of their evening, too. Again she shivered. She said, "I can only stay for a little while."

She felt that, if necessary, she could let him kiss her a little without a problem. Besides, a kiss or two while dancing in his room would feel good. And this would lessen his possible frustration. As soon as the door was closed, he turned on some dance music.

Taking her in his arms, he began to slowly move them to the music although they barely had room to dance. He held her tightly with a strong lead, which she enjoyed. Then he stopped their dancing, looked down into her eyes, and kissed her which was not unexpected. She enjoyed the kiss some, but that was secondary. She mainly wanted to satisfy him, but of course not beyond the point where she could tell her husband about the evening without apology.

He pulled her tightly against his body, her breasts practically drilling into his chest. He pressed harder on her lower back and pushed her belly well onto his hardness. This too was not totally unexpected, but she said, "remember, I'm married."

She knew he would kiss her again and probably dash his tongue inside her mouth, so when he did she allowed it, then closed her eyes and fucked her own tongue in and out of his mouth. But when he lowered his hands and cupped her ass, her marriage vows made her say, "only above the shoulders, please." She thought to herself, "I hope he doesn't feel too frustrated."

He moved her to the sofa, and as they went, she realized that her panties were damp, and she also noticed the tent in his pants. They sat on the sofa, and after several minutes of Frenching, she couldn't help moaning lightly. As she moaned her enjoyment, he thought to himself, "You're married all right. But, once I get my fingers in you, you'll sing a different tune." But outwardly he treated Jane with nothing but respect.

Then he leaned over to lie on the sofa pulling her with him, and he pressed their bodies together before saying, "see how hard I am."

Jane pulled her belly away and said, "no, no", but after a little while he pressed his hardness into her again, lower still. She started to object, but because it stimulated her hooded clitoris, she ended up saying nothing.

His hands went around her waist, so she put her hands around his shoulders which felt quite muscular. When he began kissing her neck and earlobe and pressing her lower back downward, she resisted at first but as his thigh kept probing she eventually opened her legs, and he pressed it into her clothing-covered vagina and held there. She exclaimed "ahhhhh, it feels good. I didn't know we were going to do this!" They explored each other's tongues some more, while his thigh continued endlessly rubbing her vagina. She felt her clit begin to tingle!

As it was slowly being rubbed, her vagina got hotter and hotter. When she was about ready to cum, she said, "Don't stop, Mario!" He didn't, and in a short while she said, "I'm Cumming!"

After her breathing slowed, Mario kissed her and started putting his hand inside her blouse, but she forced herself to say, "You can't do that. John will have to understand that I didn't even mean to go this far. Anyway, I have to leave soon. Are you OK?"

Mario was becoming exasperated at her vacillating and began a forceful rant, "Jane, I want to touch you, feel you, and make love to you. I want to take your clothes off and finger-fuck you. I want to touch and suck your naked nipples. You are totally beautiful!"

Surprisingly, she was not insulted or turned off by his vulgar tirade as most women would be. Instead it convinced her of the strength of Mario's frustration and need. And she had not reckoned with how sympathetic she would feel. Jane did not expect things to get out of control, but having had a climax she was still somewhat aroused.

Mario tried another tack saying, "would you just let yourself relax for a few minutes and go along with what I do, and then see how you feel about it?" Jane desperately wanted to comply, but what about her marriage vows? Mario would probably go inside her blouse! But if he did reach inside her bra and fondle her bare breast for a while, would that be so terrible? Finally she decided to relax herself to his ministrations for just a minute or two as he had asked.

But, Mario quickly removed her blouse completely and rubbed her breasts over her bra. Then her bra was pitched aside, and he put his mouth on her bare nipples, one after the other, sucking them deeply until he stopped and softly rubbed the side of her breast while looking intently at her nipples standing up long and hard. Her pleasure from his looking at her erect nipples with such admiration almost overwhelmed her. She whispered to herself, "but I shouldn't have let him suck them." She still tried to keep herself relaxed as he had asked.

Then while she was still giddy he unbuttoned her skirt, pulled it down, and kissed her belly which felt good, and then pitched the skirt aside, and slipped her tiny panties down while licking the tender insides of her thighs. He finished by pushing his big middle finger into her tight little pussy, then finger-fucked in and out from several angles. During this, Jane was squirming around, but didn't know whether it was to get away or to increase the pleasure.

"What is happening? Mario shouldn't be fingering me," but her resistance was disappearing. It was like she was frozen. As Mario continued with stroke after stroke, an unbidden image of her husband suddenly appeared. In her mind she felt John's cock moving in her as the actual pleasure came from Mario's fingers. She suddenly thought, "this is not John!" But she was so close to Cumming again that she didn't want the fingers to stop!

Mario then looked at this completely aroused, naked, beautifully slender married woman with engorged nipples, easily picked her up, took her to his bed, and slowly drove her crazy by kissing her deeply, then sucking her increasingly sensitive nipples, then fingering her pussy some more as her hips kept time with his probing fingers, and finally by moving between her legs and pushing his thumb repeatedly over her clit as he reached way into her pussy with his tongue.

At this point although she felt regret at breaking her wedding vows, that did not even start to slow down her hungry hips. Mario's skillful lovemaking had enflamed her pussy, and her hips now fucked his tongue! Finally, her entire body convulsed and she came like never before.

After she had her inevitable orgasm, and slowly came down, she begged him to "please, put it in me, Mario." Mario had waited for this. He took his fingers from her pussy and straightened up. Now this MARRIED female's delicious ass was his!

Before beginning to use Jane's body, Mario thought, "So, she's MARRIED. Now she's hot beyond saying no and wants it inside her. I'll show her what she gets for being difficult. First I'll pin her down." He took each small wrist and pinned it against the mattress above her head as a rapist might. He looked down at her naked body, half the size of his. He glanced at her wedding rings and smiled. During this, Jane rolled her head from side to side in anticipation.

"Now I'll take just one stroke into her MARRIED pussy." She had long ago spread her legs open wide and raised her knees. He placed the big head of his long and thick cock deliberately between her pussy lips, laid his body on her, and then shoved himself pretty far in. She gasped as he stretched her a little. "She likes that well enough. Now I'm going to drive her MARRIED ass into the mattress." He continued to lie on her and used part of his weight to hold her helpless against the soft mattress. He drove her ass down into the mattress time after time as he went powerfully in and out as deeply as he could manage.

She didn't complain about his roughness. In fact, it felt so good she almost fainted.

Mario took his time and fucked Jane for at least ten more minutes until she came while lifting her ass trying to climb his cock. He took several more frenzied strokes then started filling her with enough massive spurts of his hot cum that her pussy could not hold it all. She felt each spurt as it drove her pleasure to its highest. Then, after her ass rested again on the bed, he took his dripping cock out and gently kissed her in a loving way.

Mario had initially persuaded Jane to relax without resistance for what she intended to be a few minutes, but almost an hour had actually passed since she was fully clothed!

Mario kept Jane's naked, unresisting body in his bed into the night. They cuddled together and went to sleep, then throughout the night he periodically woke her up using just his fingers in her pussy until she was moaning loudly, and then sucked each hard nipple for a while, and then licked her pussy without mercy until she was ready, ready, ready, and then powerfully fucked her once more! 

With each fucking she sometimes came, but with every fucking she became more compliant until around 4:00 AM she would have done anything he asked, sucked his cum-covered cock, given him her ass (both of which she refused John), or even let him bring in other men to fuck her.

She pictured that happening with a faceless hard-bodied, young man who wanted her desperately. She could almost feel the stranger's cock stroke deeply in. "no, that was Mario's cock, but yes, she would even fuck someone else if Mario wanted it."

Later, she came to her senses and found those thoughts incredible. Luckily Mario didn't want any of those things. He just went to sleep.

The next morning, though very sleepy, she was extremely satisfied that this "lustful male" had been satiated. Then with eyes closed, she wondered why she hadn't controlled herself and stopped Mario after a few kisses, as she had intended.

She would have to confess her indiscretion to John.

This Jane is a married woman who has always felt driven to allow her admirers to take liberties while ultimately respecting her wedding vows as she sees them. She knows her husband expects to be told in detail about any liberties she has allowed. She is apprehensive, but plans to relate to John how for the first time she has been unable to stay true. Ending #1 STOP HERE.

Ending #2 CONTINUE:

She continued by wondering why John would probably say little after she told him in detail her cleaned-up version of the dinner-date as he would expect, omitting the fucking and a few other indiscretions.

She wondered why she had told her roommate before leaving that she might not sleep in their hotel room that night.

But mostly she wondered why she was always so surprised when she had lost control like this many times in the last few years!

Then she felt Mario's fingers slipping once more into her cum-slick pussy.

The Jane of ending #2 is a married woman who stayed true for years until finally the flirting and kissing sometimes got out of hand and led to episodes of wild fucking, like this one, that she lies about to John and somewhat to herself.

Which ending would you choose?