Sue Doubles Her Pleasure

I was pretty shaky the morning after Tom and Sue made love. Before that night, I would never have believed that I could watch my wife have an intense, intimate relationship with another man. Their lovemaking was so passionate that it left me completely drained. Sue and I had never strayed before, and so it was a shock to me that she really went ahead and did it. We had talked about it for years, but when she finally broke loose, it took my breath away. Afterward, when she told me that she loved me, and we made sweet love into the night, I was less fearful. Still the next morning, a Sunday, as we awoke from sleeping in, I was anxious.

I woke up first, as she lay next to me, sleeping peacefully. After I was fully awake, I just watched her. I really love her, and want her to be happy, without any feeling of constraint. But I was feeling kind of stupid that morning. I mean, what's wrong with a man who has a gorgeous wife and then encourages her to go fuck another guy? Especially when the other guy is a good looking and really hung. I was kind of naïve, I guess. I was nervous about what she would say when she woke up. I knew that she wasn't going to say "Oh, hi, Gene, you're history. Now that I've been fucked by a real man, I'm leaving you." But I felt scared anyway. What if she thought it but didn't say it? I told myself that the kids and I were her life, and that last night was just a fling.

But there was this slightly ill feeling in the pit of my stomach. As the feeling came into my consciousness, I realized that the scariness of the situation was enjoyable. Somewhat like a small pain that was intense. Could it be that I liked feeling scared? Maybe I let it happen just to have the feeling. There sure was a thrill there.

I guess I didn't really think she would run off, and that confidence was the key to my enjoying the fear. Watching her come with Tom's big dick inside her made me come, too. The whole experience was illicit. It was forbidden, and scary and just plain exciting. As long as nothing important really changed between Sue and me, it was arousing. I wondered how Sue felt.

I tried to imagine how she felt, but I couldn't, and she hadn't admitted anything to me. At the party, she had said something about breaking loose, and that very night she ended up with Tom inside her, and she really loved it. Underneath my little scary feeling was a real fear that Sue might be changing into someone else.

Even so, as I lay in bed, I realized that I had enjoyed the whole night of Tom and Liz's party. The buildup, the horniness, the tension, and the watching. God, the watching! They had been so erotic! Images of them with him on top of her, his big cockhead wedged inside her, flashed through my mind. I groaned inwardly as I re-lived her wildness, with her legs wide open, just panting and moaning. Normally totally in control, Sue had shown her true hot female side, and if it was stimulating for me, Tom was really inflamed. My memories flooded over me and I got a huge erection, just lying there looking at her next to me.

So I knew at that moment, the very morning after, that I wanted another adventure. I was shaky, but it was that shakiness that made me feel excited. And what I had to look forward to was another fantastic female explosion. My anticipation made me worry that there was something wrong with me. When I realized that I wanted her to do something like that again, I felt guilty, like I was failing in my husbandly duty. I knew that getting her to do it again was a dangerous act to contemplate, and I really shouldn't think about it. But deep inside, I knew that I wanted to feel that dangerous feeling again. I wanted to let go some more, and I wanted to be with Sue when she did it again.

Later that week, when Tom's wife, Liz called to ask us over for dinner, I suggested instead that they should come to our house for a Saturday evening, two weeks away. She accepted gracefully, and we agreed on the date. As I put down the phone, a chill went through me. I figured that something would happen that night but I had no real clue what it would be, since I figured that Liz was unaware of their tryst. She had been out cold when Tom and Sue had been making love. So maybe nothing would happen.

Two weeks later, when Liz called a few days in advance to say she had to go home to help her parents for the weekend, a tremor went right through my chest. Oh my God! I wondered if Tom had told Liz about his night with Sue, but somehow, I felt pretty confident that he was a little too slippery to confess. So Liz's late announcement was innocent. She probably had no clue that she was setting things up for a repeat engagement.

But Tom knew. And Sue knew. But Tom and Sue didn't know that I knew. Sue still hadn't told me. I kept expecting her to sit me down and confess, with reassurances, of course.

The fact that Sue hadn't told me anything was unnerving and made me feel vulnerable. Why didn't she share her hot night with me? Good God, how many husbands gave their wives license to go out and make love to other men? When I told Sue told that Liz couldn't come over for dinner, she looked positively radiant. She gave me her long slow smile, and said, "Gee, too bad that Liz has to go to her mom's. But I bet Tom would like to come over and have dinner with us instead of sit home with leftovers." Well, I bet he would, too. Any man who thought he even had a chance to sit close to Sue would break down the door.

She tossed her long, thick, black mane of hair and stared off into space. "Why don't you give him a call and make sure he knows he's welcome?" I was rigid with excitement and fear. So when I called Tom to make sure he knew he was welcome, I was kind of choking. My throat got thick when I remembered Sue with him. They were very good together. While I was on the phone with him, I had a vision of him thrusting into her, and her fierce explosion under him. I almost fainted when he said he'd love to see us.

As the reality of the impending evening dawned on me, I didn't actually feel all that relaxed about things. I mean, Sue would probably like to make love to Tom again, yet she still figured that I didn't know. Also, I was pretty sure she would be uncomfortable about fucking Tom with me right there . Rather than just let things drift in no direction, I decided to arrange things the way I wanted them. As I thought back over Sue's various fantasies, the one that came to mind was the Prince Charming dream.

She's a hopeless romantic, and only capable of letting go if her fantasies are tweaked. So the day after Liz called, I wrote a sweet note and tucked it into a dozen roses at a florist across town, and paid for it with a smile. I knew that she'd think it was from Tom. "You are so beautiful and you give so much pleasure that I have not been able to sleep since we were together." Wow there's some romance, and pretty obvious not from that tired old husband, Gene.

When I got home that Tuesday night, the roses were in a vase and no note in sight. I kissed her on the neck and breathed down her throat. Held in a tight grip, she melted her stomach and thighs against me. Tom got the credit, but I got her heat. I dropped my hand down to her rear, and pulled her tighter against me. She was probably thinking about Tom, but when I nipped at her breasts, she sighed and pulled me down on her, right there on the couch in the living room. The kids were at friends, thank God.

On Saturday, I discovered that the kids were each staying overnight with a friend. Sue had arranged it smoothly. They needed some social interaction, she said. By Saturday night, Sue was positively electric. She was very confident and pleased. She spent all day, humming and making dinner. A fruit tart for desert, and fancy vegetables, and a beautiful beef roast. She set the table with linens and crystal and big fat, thick candles.

About an hour before Tom was due, she got in the shower, and then spent about half an hour putting on makeup that carefully looked like almost no makeup. She dressed in red lace bikini panties and a matching sheer, lacey bra to capture her round perky breasts. Over these, a very sheer red slip that wasn't really for coverage. It was short and filmy, and she was radiant. Her long tapered legs were gorgeous below all that red.

For a top, she put on a satin top that draped over her breasts and was scoop necked enough so that if she leaned forward, you could see right down into her bra. Her skirt was short and showed her thighs. The total effect on any male was so strong that most men would stop dead in their tracks and stare. I couldn't help but kiss the back of her neck and graze my hands over the sides of her breasts. She liked it and leaned back into me. I slid my hands over her breasts from behind and cupped them both, and lifted gently, just applying a little pressure. When I got no resistance, I kept going and rubbed my fingertips over her nipples. She made a nice little mewing sound and pushed hard with her bottom against my crotch.

I was enjoying her letting go, but I knew that Tom would be there soon, and that we were going to be interrupted by a doorbell. I guess that she knew, too. I whispered in her ear, "Tom really thinks you're hot, you know. He's going to be entranced by you. You look stunning tonight." She just melted a little more. Finally, we heard the doorbell and we separated. My hardening cock gradually subsided as we walked, and we greeted Tom at the door. He was clearly rocked by Sue's image. She stood up close to him and he looked down at her. The view was great. Her cleavage was just right. Puffy, but not too big. Sweet looking, and very hot.

I watched him suck in his breath. He was really knocked out by her. I couldn't blame him. I thought she looked so good that I would have gladly taken her clothes off right then. But not yet, I thought. I groaned to myself as I thought about her smooth, sleek, naked body, the slight round rise of her stomach, and her black hairy bush hiding her treasure. I had to force myself back to the evening in front of us. I smiled to myself, thinking about what a magnet she was. Two men mesmerized by her. Like two tense, hungry bears circling a female in heat.

I set out a silver ice bucket with some expensive imported champagne, turned down the lights, and lit the candles. The dining room looked like a private room in an exclusive restaurant. Warm and cozy, with low lights and gleaming china and silver. A fantasy room. Tom walked in and instantly caught the flavor, "God, Sue, this is fantastic. You're a real genius at entertaining." Those were magic words. Sue beamed, and chirped back, "Well, Tom, I wanted to do something special for you." Tom reached out and lifted Sue's hand, and then bowed to kiss her lightly on the back of the hand. Sue enjoyed his attention, and then, still holding her hand, he turned it over and kissed the palm. The kiss was a little too intimate, but I could see that Sue was loved it.

While Tom and Sue tried to think of something more to say, I went in the living room and put on some soft music. We sat down together, and I said to Tom, "Doesn't she look gorgeous? I'm a very lucky guy."

"Gene, I have to tell you that Sue is a beautiful woman. And Sue, you're driving me crazy. Your eyes are so black and deep." Wow, I thought, way to go, Tom. Sue was actually beginning to look a little worried about me. Tom was sounding pretty sincere, and I certainly was noticing. But I wasn't acting jealous. Sue's worry would turn into puzzlement, soon enough.

We ate her romantic meal, with light talk about Liz, and how she recovered after their last party. On the one hand, I had another flash of feeling stupid, steering the conversation around to that night. I knew they would both have some strong memories, and a couple of times their breath caught, and they just looked at each other. But on the other hand, I loved the scared feeling I got. By encouraging them, I could be setting myself up for something I didn't want to see and feel. As I wondered what was going to happen, I actually shivered and a shudder ran across my shoulders. They didn't notice.

I kept Sue's champagne glass filled, and she laughed and was very pretty and happy. Tom kept his glass empty, no matter how hard I tried to fill it. I finally had to get up and get a backup bottle chilling in the refrigerator. I thought to myself, these two are having a big time. I wondered what they thought was going to happen. Surely they were wishing that somehow they could repeat their last encounter. Sue had begun to lean forward, toward Tom when she gestured, and he was getting little flashes of red lace against her soft skin. Tom was hypnotized.

Tom kept up the complements. "Sue, your hair really gleams in the candlelight." And then, "This dinner is one of the best I've ever had." Sue was thrilled, and giddy.

We finally ate our sweet and sour tart by candlelight, with filmy music in the background. After we finished, I poured each of us a brandy, and we adjourned to the living room. We sat together with our big soft couch cushions puffed up around us. Sue and I sat together, and Tom sat across from us, around the corner of the couch.

As we sipped our brandy, and the violins softly played, I put my arm around Sue, who by this time didn't seem to know what to do. Here we were, the three of us, awkward, but bound together. Neither Tom nor Sue seemed to want to initiate anything. They didn't seem to know what to do.

It seemed really simple to me. I decided to see what would happen when I kissed her, right there in front of Tom. So I leaned over and gave her a nuzzle, with a nip on the neck. She stiffened a little, as if to say, "Gene, not here in front of Tom." I put my right hand around her throat, and gently pushed her head back into the cushions. She yielded, and looked up at me. I smiled down at her, and she blushed. I looked over at Tom, frozen as though he couldn't wait to see where this was going.

I relaxed, and enjoyed the two of them waiting to see what I was going to do next. The moment was loaded with sexual tension, but no one spoke. The candles, the music, and the champagne, combined with Tom's flattery had made Sue really compliant. She was enjoying whatever was happening. I wanted to be sure that she felt safe, even though she had to be uneasy about Tom's reaction to any sexual advances from me. But the truth was that Tom wasn't about to jump up and leave, and Sue was really pretty hot by now.

Looking into her eyes, I leaned closer to her, and slid my hand down her throat to her bare cleavage. I grazed my hand over her satin blouse, and brushed across her nipples without making much contact. Her eyes fluttered, and she blushed again. Without saying anything, she breathed in hard and swallowed. Tom stared and watched. I couldn't slow down now. With my right hand on her cleavage, I slowly lowered my face down to hers, and brushed my lips across her mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, and I put my own mouth right against hers and we kissed. It was a long, slow, kiss that had a built-in intensity. After a long moment, I pulled back and kissed her gently on both eyelids and whispered in her ear, "I love you. You are so sexy." She bit me on the earlobe with a nip and a tonguing. Tom squirmed around, but he kept his gaze riveted on us.

I leaned back and cupped her right breast with my right hand. Looking at Tom, I lifted her breast and then slowly circled my fingertips around the perimeter, without touching the nipple. Sue's chest expanded as she became visibly aroused. The fact that she let me caress her breast meant that she was losing some inhibitions. Her nipples poked through her blouse, and her breast pushed against my hand.

I ran my hand from her right breast to her left breast, and still she didn't move her arms. I really expected her to object, but with her eyes closed, she was breathing heavily and obviously enjoying my caresses. And the feel of her breasts, swelling with excitement, was very arousing to me. I couldn't help but squeeze her left nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and that elicited a little moan from her. Her head rolled gently from side to side. She looked like she knew where we were headed.

With my mouth by her ear, I whispered to her, "Would you like me to invite Tom over there to help me? I can see he really wants you." She didn't say anything, but her breath quickened. She bit her lower lip. She was pondering this question, with my hand slowly caressing one breast. She nodded her head back and forth, saying no. I knew that wasn't really what she wanted. Tom, meanwhile, was beginning to fidget. I figured that he had quite an erection by now.

So I kissed her again, and this time I enveloped her left breast entirely in my hand and squeezed, and pulled my hand back, ending up rolling her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I couldn't help myself any longer and as pulled and twisted her nipple, I shot my tongue deep into her mouth. She loved it. She moaned and arched her back. She bit my tongue and then kissed me back deeply. By this time, Tom was rubbing his crotch without being too obvious.

Since her sexual temperature was going up, I gently kissed my way down her throat and onto the top of her breasts. Little slow kisses, with my right hand caressing both her breasts. She began to shift around on the couch, clearly becoming more agitated. With her eyes closed, she leaned forward and held her face up to be kissed again. I reached my hand inside her blouse, and slid my fingers inside her bra, cupping the soft skin of her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze and a twist of my hand. I looked over at Tom and he was leaning forward, his eyes glowing, with his hand on an obvious bulge in his pants.

I whispered in her ear, "Don't you want Tom to come over here and help me make you happy? It's ok with me. I just want to see you enjoy yourself."

Her eyes flickered open, and she licked her lips and then rolled her head over to look into my eyes and said, "If it's ok with you, I'd like that." My heart fluttered as I realized where we were headed. I had not been sure that she would go for it, but I knew that Tom would be good to her, and that she would really love whatever he did to her. Having watched them make love before, I was pretty confident that this would turn out ok. And it sure did make me excited. I couldn't believe we were really going to do it.

I looked over at Tom, and said "Would you like to come over here, Tom? I think Sue would really like that." Tom gulped and then said, tentatively, "Are you guys sure about this? I wouldn't want you to..." I thought to myself, oh come on, Tom, who are you kidding? Rather than respond to him, I just buried my face in the side of Sue's neck and gave her a slow bite on the side of the neck, and squeezed her right breast, which I was still holding and caressing.

Sure enough, Tom was next to Sue in about two seconds. She looked up at him, and he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, and they kissed a long slow kiss, with lots of little bites on the lips. Sue put her right hand on the back of my neck while I kissed her right under the ear and Tom kissed her on the mouth. Two mouths on her made her moan. I slid my right hand up, pushing against her breast, and I could feel her blouse stretch as Tom gripped her other breast. Sue let out a moan, and said, "I can't believe this is happening. I am getting so excited." She put her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, a woman who was in new territory and just letting things happen. She was really getting hot. And Tom was really primed. He was breathing heavy and groaning.

Tom and I kind of divided her up. He got the left half and I got the right half. We kissed her, with her clothes on, for a good ten minutes. We caressed her, and we slowly ran our hands under her blouse, and felt the lacey slip and bra. While one of us reached inside her bra from the front, the other one went under her blouse and caressed her stomach. Sue made wonderful noises, and kept sighing and saying, "Oooohhhhhh, please don't stop. I can't believe this." My erection was rock hard.