It wasn't easy convincing my wi
It wasn't easy convincing my wife to shed her Catholic inhibitions and allow herself to explore her sexuality. Primal emotions are reined in by societal strictures and the mandates of organizied religion.
However, intellectual arguments failed to sway my wife so I resorted to more pedestrian techniques. When we made love and I gently caressed, licked, and nibbled her erogenous zones with calculated abandon, I would softly describe the incandeescent pleasures she could enjoy if she would bring an additional partner into our lives. After a number of years and intense orgasms, she agreed to a liasion.
Via AAF, I found a PWM who was intelligent, kind, and emotionally generous. We all had dinner one night and I could feel my wife's left thigh trembling as we chatted with Derek. The conversation was light and filirtatious. It reminded me of the repartee that graced the best of the films from the 40s. That night she had worn black fishnet stockings with no panties. A tired sexual uniform only if one has worn it many times. It was Lisa's first. As the conversation grew more daring, she slowly spread her leg and placed my right hand on her knee.
I teased her skin and let my fingertips dance on her soft skin. When my finger found her pussy, her cunt enveloped my finger in liquid fire. Lisa arched her pelvis to meet one finger then two and then three. She had never let me touch her in public before but it had alway been her fantasy to be aroused and penetrated in the prescence of unknowing strangers.
Her eyes lit up with a passion I had not seen in years as I touched her and her voice dropped into a low husky pitch when she told Derek how much she enjoyed hot tubbing. Derek stopped drinking his gin in mid-draught when she said that and a moment of silence descended on the table.
Fortuitously, we had scheduled a 10:30 pm appointment at the Hot Tub Club in Canton, Ohio and I met with no objection when I suggested we all retire to that fine establishment. We paid the check with alacrity and when the waiter asked my wife if she wanted desert, Lisa said, yes, but not here. The waiter looked puzzled when that comment was met with charged laughter.
We drove to the Hot Tub Club in our car with Derek positioned in the back seat behind my wife. Time seemed to collapse as flew down 77 south. Night had blanketed the highway and the fields. Emboldned by alcohol and darkness, Lisa let one hand slip from the steering wheel into my lap. After a few minutes of teasing my cock into a familiar state of frenzy, Lisa asked Derek if he would like to "ride shotgun".
In reply, Derek unbuckled his seat belt and slowly unzipped his tan Dockers. Lisa giggled and said whoever spotted the next exit would be first. I was reminded of the Abbott & Costello routine and I remarked that if Derek was on first, I wanted to play third. Lisa chuckled and replied that she hoped both of us would play all the bases and hit home runs.
At the next exit, in the shadow of a ubiquitious BP, Derek and I switched places. Lisa had never touched another man's cock before and I swear I could hear her sharply draw in her breath when she freed Derek's hard thick cock from his silk boxers. I located the Astroglide that Lisa kept in her purse and I tapped her on the shoulder and asked her if she was missing something. I saw her grin in the rear view mirror as she cupped her hand in the gulf between the seats. I dropped about 5ccs of the lubricant into her palm and watched her rub it with practiced ease into his cock.
When Derek's breathing became more rapid and he began to softly moan, Lisa encircled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed. She told him the preview was over and he would have to wait for the movie. With some difficulty, he tucked his cock back into his Dockers and with the delicacy of a surgeon, he zipped up the Dockers.
End of Part One
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