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 We ate in the hotel restaurant. I had eggs benedict, Aaron had huevos rancheros. I took a sip of my Bloody Mary and meekly confessed, “You were great this morning. I am surprised at how strongly I reacted.”

"I was surprised as well. I do not ever remember you being that turned on," Aaron reflected.

My face and upper chest were burning crimson now from embarrassment. "No, I have never climaxed like that before. Once I started, I could not seem to stop." I took another sip of my Bloody Mary, looked into his eyes and said, "I might have said some things in the heat of the moment, when I was not thinking too clearly, that I wish I had not."

"Baby, the way you responded this morning, you are not going to try to tell me that the thought of doing this does not excite you, are you?"

"Aaron, you know me too well. You know you are the only man I have ever been with. I take a great deal of pride in that fact. I know you do, too. This morning was a lot of fun as a fantasy, but I think we should keep it that way; a wicked fantasy that we can visit from time to time." I tried to backtrack on some of the things to which I agreed earlier.

"Anne, I saw how you responded to this fantasy, as you call it. I have been hard all morning just thinking about any part of that becoming a reality."

"Aaron, I think this is a very dangerous game we'd be playing. I am not sure you would like it, or could handle it, if you actually saw me dancing with someone, exposed like you suggested, and this guy's hands were all over me, right in front of you. I think you might get more jealous than you think. And you might feel very different about me afterward."

"Anne, I promise you... no, I give you my word, I will not get mad at you, no matter what happens. I know you will be doing this for me. This will be on me."

"I still think this is very dangerous," I replied in a weak protest, but I did not actually refuse to do it.

The scene that my husband had created, that continued to haunt my thoughts, was simply too appealing. I knew that we should not play with fire. One or both of us could get badly burned.

I could feel a knot of pure anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I have to admit, deep down, part of me actually wanted this. Part of me wanted my husband to continue to persuade, and perhaps even coerce me forward. To the extent that I was pressured into this, my personal culpability and guilt would be reduced. Before agreeing to any of this, I needed to be able to say truthfully, ‘Aaron, I only did this because you wanted me to. I only did this for you.’

Aaron looked at me with a combination of lust, desire, affection and admiration that I had never detected previously.

He smiled and said, "Promise me you will think about this today, and seriously consider doing it. If tonight, after giving it serious consideration, you really do not want to do it, I will drop it for now. But if the thought of doing this continues to arouse you during the day, and on some deep core level this is something that you would enjoy, I want you to promise me that you will be honest and tell me. Being here, in Houston, tonight, without the kids, is a unique opportunity that we won’t have again. Think about it, please? Will you promise me that?"

I nodded my head while looking down at the floor. I was too ashamed of my wanton desires to look my husband in the eye at that moment.

"Let me hear you say it. Promise me." Aaron insisted I articulate the promise.

"I promise, I will think about this and consider it."

I was a little surprised at how wet and ready my vagina was. The gusset of my panties was soaked. I went to the ladies room and placed some folded toilet paper in the gusset of my panties to absorb some of my secretions.

Aaron was exceptionally attentive and affectionate all afternoon. We held hands as we shopped at the Galleria, he stopped and kissed me several times during the afternoon as watched the ice skaters at the mall, and he affectionately massaged my thigh while we had ice cream at a quaint little shop. I felt loved and desirable, and if I am honest, safe.

But all the while I couldn’t shed the image of my husband’s bizarre request. 'What was wrong with me? Why was the thought of this scenario so exciting?'

By late afternoon, I was a confused and frustrated. Aaron knew how to play my psyche perfectly. He had planted the seed and then waited for it to take root. Had he pushed harder, tried to convince me all afternoon to do this for him, he would have scared me off. So, he waited patiently, as any great fisherman does, for the fish to take the bait. All afternoon, I tried to garner the strength to swim away from the all too alluring bait. But in the end, I took the hook. I knew I was going to have a conversation with my husband that could alter our lives and change our relationship forever.

On the drive back to our hotel, I broached the subject, "Aaron, you made me promise to tell you if the thought of going to that club aroused me. I can't help it. I ashamed to admit it, but I have been thinking very naughty thoughts all day long."

"Anne, you naughty girl. I am so pleased."

“I am not promising that I will do anything, okay? But if you really want to check out the club, I’ll go with you, and we can have a few drinks. I’ll see how I feel when we get there. We may get there and just sit and talk; we’ll see. But if I am uncomfortable and want to leave, you need to promise me we’ll leave and you won’t be mad, okay?”

“Anne, thank you. And I promise, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and we can leave whenever you decide that you want to come back to the hotel. Thank you again. I love you so much,” he said as he reached over and squeezed my thigh.

Strangely, despite the fact that he wanted me to let other men touch me, and more, I did feel truly loved at that moment. I know it sounds like a contradiction, but I knew I was his and only his.

"Aaron, are you sure you want this? Are you sure you can handle this? You need to promise me again that you won't get mad; that you won't let this change how you feel about me."

"Anne, I promise. If anything, this will bring us closer and make me love you even more."

"Okay, we’ll take a stroll on the wild side tonight. I only hope we don’t look back and regret this."

It was 5:47 p.m. when we arrived back at the hotel.

We entered our room, and I ran a warm bath. Aaron sat on the side of the tub, watching intently as I washed all my parts and I shaved my armpits, legs, and vulva.

“Honey, we are going to need to eat something before we go clubbing. Would you order up room service for us?” I suggested.

“Sure, what do you want?”

“I don’t know, something light, but I need to eat something. How about a club sandwich and a diet coke?”

Aaron called in the order to room service and quickly returned as I was drying myself.

“That’s some bulge you have in those britches, mister. Is that a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” I quipped.

“Oh, I’m very happy to see you, baby… very happy indeed.”

I wore the Marriott hotel robe as I fixed my hair and applied my makeup.

“Aaron, get me my outfit,” I instructed as I stood up, and allowed the robe to fall to the floor.

Aaron nodded and quickly retrieved the sheer beige silk blouse and wrap-around brown skirt.

“You really don’t want me to wear any undergarments?” I asked.

“Baby, you will look so fucking hot,” he stammered as the front of his trousers bulged appreciatively.

I donned the blouse and skirt before sitting on the bed.

“I want you to put my shoes on me,” I insisted as I raised my foot. Aaron kneeled in front of me and fumbled as he attempted to buckle my gladiator shoe around my ankle while staring up my skirt at my exposed vulva.

I was momentarily startled by a sharp knock on the door.

“Oh shit, I forgot about the room service,” I whispered with a panic in my voice.

Before I could throw something over my shoulders to cover my nearly naked breasts, Aaron had allowed a teenage boy, probably sixteen or seventeen years old into the room to set the room service tray on the table in the corner. I sat there frozen, as this young man’s eyes devoured my exposed breasts, which were plainly visible under the thin diaphanous material of my beige silk blouse. I glanced in the mirror to remind myself how little my blouse left to the imagination.

My nipples were erect and on display, the darkness of my areolas was evident. I glanced up to see that my youthful admirer could not keep from looking back again and again as he struggled to set the plates and utensils down without spilling anything. Aaron was grinning from ear to ear, obviously enjoying my exposure and humiliation. Aaron signed the check and gave the young man an obscenely large tip, before closing the door as the delivery boy left.

“Well, I think that young man truly appreciated your blouse.”

“Aaron, that was so embarrassing. He was just a kid.”

“He was certainly old enough to appreciate the view you gave him. Be honest now, how did you feel sitting there while he gawked at you?”

“Embarrassed and humiliated. Okay, part of me liked his reaction. He’ll be telling all his buddies about this too,” I confessed to myself and to my husband.

“Well, I bet we don’t have to wait long to get room service deliveries while we are here. They’ll be clamoring to make the deliveries,” Aaron teased.

“God, I hope I don’t see that young man again while we are here.”

I could feel my chest burning crimson and my heart pounding, but I must admit the experience was exhilarating. We finished our sandwiches and Aaron invited me to accompany him to the hotel bar for a drink before we departed for the club. He had apparently spoken to someone at the club, Wish’s, and was told that no one shows up before 9:00 p.m. on weekends, so we had an hour or so to kill. I insisted on wearing a stylish, tan jacket in the hotel bar to hide my near nakedness. I had two glasses of merlot, and Aaron had two bourbon and cokes.

“Anne, since it’s my birthday, I want to be able to drink tonight, so let’s take a taxi to the club.

“That makes sense. How very responsible of you,” I agreed.

The two glasses of merlot lowered my anxiety and inhibitions slightly. I was feeling a little playful as Aaron held the door for me as I climbed into the cab, in front of the hotel. I looked around and didn’t see anyone paying particular attention to us, so I quickly flashed my naked, neatly shaved vulva to my husband.

His face registered shock first, then amusement. “I should give you a couple of glasses of wine every night, huh?”

I nuzzled against Aaron in the back seat of the taxi and ran my hand up his inner thigh and found the head of his penis.

I caressed his cock ever so gently as I hissed in his ear, "I wonder how you will feel when you see your pure, shy little wife on the dance floor with some young stud and his hands are all over her? Will you wonder how wet he is making me? Will you wonder how big his cock is, as he grinds himself into me?"

I could feel his cock arch and pulse as I asked each question. And with each pulse of my husband's cock, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. By the time we got out of the cab, Aaron had a noticeable bulge in his pants. I hoped to keep him pretty rigid all night if I could. We arrived at Wish’s around 9:15 p.m. Aaron opened the door as I walked through, removing my jacket.

While Aaron paid our cover charge and checked my jacket, I surveyed the club. There was a large dance floor in the middle of a large room surrounded by tables. The bar was against one wall. There was a DJ in one corner. Several women were dancing and touching each other, hands on each other’s hips and butts, occasionally stroking each other’s breasts as laser lights created a surreal atmosphere.

It was obvious that it was perfectly acceptable in this environment for women to openly caress each other. I thought to myself, ‘Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore’.  I had stepped into a different world, one where the rules with which I was familiar no longer applied.

Our hostess led us to a table and introduced us to a very attractive, middle-aged couple, Brenda, and John. I would estimate them to be in their early forties. Brenda was platinum blonde with large breasts which were barely concealed under a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. Her breasts were full but firm. I could not help but wonder if they were real.

“I haven’t seen you two here before, is this your first time at the club?” Brenda inquired as she gently patted my thigh.

“Yes, we’re first timers, from out of town, actually,” I volunteered. I’m not quite sure why I felt the need to explain why we have never been here before, but I did.

We were interrupted by our waitress, who introduced herself as Sammy. I decided to go with something a little stronger than wine.  

“I’ll have vodka and cranberry juice,” I announced to both our waitress and my husband.  

“Oh, a Cape Codder. Cranberry juice and vodka is called a Cape Codder,” Sammy replied.

“I did not know that, thank you.”

Sammy took our drink order and then gave us a canned speech. “Okay, you two know this is a swinger’s club, right?”

I looked at Aaron to see how he wanted to answer. After all, this was his show.

“Yes, I knew that.”

“Okay, good. Sometimes people come in here and are a little shocked to find that out. So, people here are very respectful. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. No means no here, same as anywhere else. And this is not an on-premises club. No actual sex in the club. You’ll see some touching and kissing, but if things get out of hand, you’ll be asked to leave. Understand?”

Aaron and I both nodded. My head was spinning. 'What the fuck had I signed up for?'

Sammy then looked directly at me and said, “Honey, do you see the men at the bar?”

I nodded and looked over at seven men seated at the bar staring at the dance floor and looking around the room. One of the men smiled and nodded at me when I looked his way.

“Those are single guys. The cover charge for them is quite high, and they have to comply with some very strict rules. They are not allowed to come down to the dance floor unescorted, or to approach any of the women in the club. If you want to meet them, talk to them, or dance with them, you have to approach them. I promise you, they will be very appreciative. They will sit there all night waiting for somebody’s wife or girlfriend to ask them to dance. You can bring them back to your table if you want, but they have to stay with you until you return them to the bar, or decide to meet them outside the club, understand?”

I mumbled, “I think so.”

Sammy left to get our drinks.

Suddenly, another anxiety attack overtook me as the reality of being in a swinger’s club hit me. I suddenly wanted to flee before I made a mistake I would regret. I leaned over and whispered in Aaron’s ear, “I’m scared. I don’t think I want to do this.”

“Baby, there is nothing to be scared about. Relax and enjoy the evening. You don’t have to go any further with this than you want to. You can dance with a few of those guys at the bar, have fun, and see where it leads. As the waitress said, in here, ‘no means no’. But at least give yourself a chance to enjoy this.”

I nodded silently and sat there, my chest pounding nervously. 'I’d always been a good girl. I felt so wicked and naughty sitting in a swinger’s bar dressed like this, contemplating doing God knows what?'

But as I sat there, I realized that despite my ongoing anxiety attack, my vagina was very wet, and I was very aware of my clitoris. Yes, I had to confess, if only to myself, that being in this place, exposed the way I was, aroused me. Also, the fact that being naughty aroused me scared me a little.

Our drinks arrived and I consumed mine quickly, looking for some alcohol induced liquid courage. Aaron ordered me another drink as we made small talk with our new friends, Brenda and John.

“So how long have you two been into the lifestyle?” Brenda asked casually.

“Lifestyle?” I questioned.

“Yeah, you know, swinging?”

I quickly came to understand that the term lifestyle was a euphemism for swinging.

I could feel myself blush deeply at the question. I stammered nervously, “Oh, we’re not swingers. This is the first time we have been to a club like this.”

My answer had a defensive tone to it. Clearly, I was trying to distance myself from the type of people who would swap mates. I realized that my answer could easily be viewed as offensive to Brenda and John, who apparently were into this practice.

I quickly tried to take back my answer. “Not that there is anything wrong with it, it’s just not something we would consider.” I realized my comment sounded dumb and judgmental, and I did not mean to be judgmental.

Brenda giggled, and smiled knowingly, “Well, then what brings you to a swinger’s club?”

“Okay, I know that sounded stupid. Honestly, I am very nervous being here. I really haven’t ever been in a place like this, and I’m a little anxious. It's Aaron’s birthday and he wanted to bring me here so I could dance with other men while he watched.”

John joined the conversation, “So you’re kind of on a sightseeing tour and going to play around the edges a bit? Sort of stick your toe in to test the water?”

“I guess so. Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m doing here. I’m so nervous I have a knot in my stomach,” I confessed. “So how long have you guys been doing this?”

“Oh my, for nearly twenty years, since before we were married,” John confided.

Brenda added, “I actually believe it has brought us closer together.”

I found myself liking this couple, perhaps even admiring them a bit. I was taken by their openness, their confidence and charm, and their willingness to freely discuss their unconventional lifestyle. In a strange way, I began to envy this beautiful confident woman. I consumed my second vodka cranberry juice and started to relax a bit. 

Brenda turned to my husband, “Aaron, I’m going to borrow Anne for a moment and introduce her to one of my very good friends at the bar. He’s single and I know he’d love to get acquainted with your lovely bride.”

Aaron stood, and motioned his hand towards the bar and said, “Be my guest. Just take good care of my wife.

“Oh, I promise you, I will.”

"Aaron, order me another drink," I instructed as I ventured away from our table. 

My heart was pounding furiously as Brenda held my hand and led me to the bar where she introduced me to Harris, a tall, handsome, powerfully built black man who appeared to be in his early twenties. If I had to guess, I would guess he was at least ten years younger than me. He was well dressed in a blue dress shirt and tan slacks. The shirt was form fitting and accentuated his muscular chest and broad shoulders.

“Harris, I’d like you to meet my new friend, Anne. This is Anne’s first time to the club. She’s a novice of sorts, so don’t scare her away.”

“Anne, Harris is a very close friend. We’ve enjoyed many an evening together, haven’t we big boy?” Brenda laughed as she leaned in to give him an affectionate, but not overly sexual kiss on the lips and a warm hug.

Harris stood up and shook my hand before leaning in and giving me an innocent kiss on the cheek.

“I am so very pleased to meet you, Anne. I noticed you and your date at the table with John and Brenda. I was hoping to get a chance to meet you tonight. You are a strikingly beautiful woman. Is that your husband at the table over there?”

I looked over at Aaron and saw that he was watching intently. I could not discern from his expression precisely what he was thinking.

“Yes, that’s my husband, Aaron. Would you like to meet him?”

As soon as I said it I felt stupid. 'Why would he want to meet my husband?'

But Harris surprised me. With a level of confidence and poise that I found intoxicating, Harris replied, “I would love to meet a man lucky enough to be your husband.”

As we turned to walk the thirty or so steps back to the table, Brenda took Harris’s arm and pulled him towards her.

She whispered in his ear, loud enough for me to hear, “Now take good care of this lady. It’s her husband’s birthday, and he would like to watch his gorgeous wife enjoy herself dancing with some attractive younger men.”

“You know I will. Thank you for bringing this lovely creature over to meet me. And we need to get together again soon. It’s been too long.”

With that, Harris guided me back to my table, his hand resting comfortably on the small of my back. Brenda followed closely behind.

Aaron stood as we approached. Harris was slightly taller than Aaron and definitely more muscular.

“Honey, this is Brenda’s friend, Harris. Harris, this is my husband, Aaron.”

The two men shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Harris waved our waitress over to the table. “Sammy, I understand this is Aaron’s birthday. Please bring the table another round and put it on my tab.”

“Would you like another crown and coke, too?” she asked Harris.

Harris turned to Aaron and asked, “Would you mind if I joined you at your table for one drink?”

“Not at all. Please do,” Aaron said invitingly as he pulled up a chair for Harris to join us.

I was visibly nervous sitting between these two men. However, they seemed genuinely comfortable in each other’s presence.  I simply could not understand how my husband could be so relaxed chatting with a complete stranger he hoped would fondle and arouse his wife while he watched. I was nuzzled between my husband and my new friend, sitting silently while they chatted for several minutes. Aaron continually massaged my upper thigh as we spoke, signaling that he was pleased that Harris had joined us.

I was not sure what he wanted to see happen tonight. I was even less certain now what I wanted to see happen myself.

Harris turned to Aaron and asked, “Would you mind terribly if I danced with your lovely bride? This is one of my favorite songs. I promise I will bring her right back to you.”

Aaron’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Not at all. She’s all yours. You two kids enjoy yourselves on the dance floor.”

My husband’s enthusiasm was not lost on me. However, before I went on the dance floor I needed further assurance. I leaned over and kissed my husband before saying, "Aaron, this is your last chance; are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Anne, I am so aroused now. I love you so much. Please don't pull back now. Please don't stop."

"Alright, if you are sure." I paused before asking the next question. "Aaron, what are the rules?"

Aaron looked puzzled like he did not understand the question.

"Aaron, how far am I allowed go? Seriously, you sending me out on the dance floor with a gorgeous black man, dressed like this. How far do you want me to take this? You need to know, I am doing this for you."

"Anne, I want you to go as far as you can. I want you to push your limits tonight."

I sighed and simply said, "I sure hope you know what you’re doing. I hope you can handle what might happen. You need to know, this is your last chance to stop this."

"Baby, you go for it tonight," was all he said.

I was scared, but I was determined to test the limits now. I was going to find out if Aaron really could handle seeing me with other men. I remember saying to myself, ‘Okay, let's see how he likes seeing me respond to another man's touch.’

Harris and I danced to a fast song. Initially, Harris was a complete gentleman on the dance floor. Then the next song was a slow ballad. Harris pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. I glanced over at Aaron and we made eye contact. Aaron simply nodded approval. I knew then, he wanted me to take a lover while he watched. I did not fully understand it, but from that moment forward, I was willing to accept that he truly desired this. I nuzzled into Harris's arms, pressing myself into his body. I placed my arms around his neck and pulled him close.

I could feel his penis throbbing against my abdomen as I hugged my young ebony lover. I loved the fact that someone so much younger than me, and someone so attractive, was getting aroused by simply dancing with me. I took my right hand and brought it between us, and while still embracing Harris, I started caressing his chest. His pectoral muscles were firm and well defined. I found his nipple and teased it between my fingers. I left no doubt that I was a woman in heat.

My mouth found his ear and I cooed, "I like the firmness of your body. Do you lift weights?"

"Yes, I work out several times a week," was his response.

I purposely did not look over at my husband's table. I felt like an actress in a play. Yes, I was playing for an audience, but I needed to focus my full attention on the other actor on the stage, rather than focus on my audience. I immersed myself in my role in this play. And my role was that of a thirty-three-year-old housewife who suddenly was given the license to enjoy the attentions and affections of a younger, very attractive and sexually charged man.

Harris slid his hands down and cupped my ass. I sensed that he was surprised to feel my bottom and learn I was not wearing any panties. I moaned into his ear, "I like your hands on my ass," as I pressed my crotch into him, and straddled his muscular thighs.

I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. I placed my mouth inches from his lips, inviting him to kiss me. Harris readily accepted the invitation. He kissed me gently at first. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue, and soon we were necking and grinding on the dance floor, oblivious to those around us. Harris raised one hand slowly up my side, slowly approaching my breast. He wanted to test if I would rebuke him for attempting to feel me up on the dance floor. I didn't.

His hand slowly caressed the side of my braless tit before carefully finding my erect nipple.

I broke our kiss just long enough to moan, "Oooh, that feels nice."

Harris correctly interpreted my response as permission to touch me anywhere. His hands were all over me as we necked and pressed against each other. I moaned encouragement. I slid my hand between us, grabbing his upper thigh before slowly finding his erect penis. The bulge in the front of his trousers was much larger and thicker than Aaron’s. I could not tell for certain, but Harris felt like his was at least two inches thick and at least eight inches long.

His penis pulsed against my palm, straining down his left pant leg, trying to get out.

I stroked up and down the shaft a few times as I whispered, "Oh my, you're a big boy. You have a very nice package there. You are much bigger than my husband."

“You are driving me crazy, girl. Shit, I’m about to bust out of these pants.”

“You do seem to be enjoying it, though,” I teased back. I wondered if Aaron could see me well enough to know I had another man’s cock in my hand.

The music ended, Harris escorted me back to my table. I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned into his powerful frame as we walked together. Aaron had a glazed look as he watched us approach. Part of me wanted to have a few minutes alone with my husband, to gauge his reaction, to verify that he was still okay with our game. On the other hand, I felt that Aaron had set this adventure in motion. 'If he was having second thoughts now... well, too bad!'

He would have to deal with his jealousy and anxiety. His previously shy, pure and faithful wife had discovered a side of her sexuality that she was determined to explore further. In fact, part of the excitement was the thought that my husband might be getting a bit jealous seeing how another young man found his wife so irresistibly attractive - and that his wife was responding.

'I mean, this is what he wanted, right? This is what he asked me to do.' I reasoned he sort of coerced me into this, didn't he? I thought to myself, ‘this was his doing, not mine’.

“Aaron, thank you for loaning me your beautiful wife for a dance. You are a very lucky man indeed,” Harris remarked as he held my chair for me. “And Anne, thank you for a wonderful dance. You truly are a wonderfully sensual lady. I hope you’ll give me another dance before the evening is up.”

“Oh, I definitely will. Please sit down and finish your drink,” I encouraged, motioning to the chair next to me.

Harris politely asked for Aaron’s approval, “Are you okay if I stay and finish my drink here? I don’t want to overstay my welcome.

“Absolutely. Please do. It looked like you both enjoyed yourselves out there,” Aaron replied.

“I did. Harris is a wonderful dancer. And I could tell he enjoyed it too, a lot,” I teased, alluding to the boner he got while grinding into me.

Sitting between my husband and my new friend, I had my hands on each of their thighs. I felt very wicked, very naughty and yes, very desirable. And the four drinks I had consumed had me feeling light-headed and very sexy. The two men chatted for several minutes as I shamelessly massaged their inner thighs. The alcohol had sufficiently lowered my inhibitions. I was flirting with both men, sending clear signals to both about my aroused state.  

I allowed my right hand to slowly wander up Harris’s inner thigh such that my pinky was barely touching the glans of his cock, which was throbbing repeatedly down his left pant leg.   I kept my hand in a position where his penis would barely contact my pinky every time it throbbed. God, I loved teasing him so.

“Aaron, would you mind terribly if I danced with your lovely wife one last time?” Harris asked.

“I think Anne would like that very much, wouldn’t baby?”

“Yes, I would,” I replied as I gave the large pulsing head of Harris’s cock a momentary squeeze before leading my new friend to the dance floor.  

Harris was emboldened now, fully confident that his advances would not be rebuked. We necked, we fondled each other, and I humped on his thigh for two songs, completely oblivious to those around us. The second song ended and I escorted Harris back to our table so he could finish his drink before I returned him to his place at the bar. I was wound up and sexually charged. I was ready to thank Harris for a wonderful evening, say goodbye and have Aaron take me back to our hotel and fuck me soundly.  

I thought to myself, ‘Aaron’s plan worked perfectly. He used another man for foreplay and his naughty little wife was now ready to give her husband the birthday fuck of his life back at the hotel’.  

I can’t believe I had not fully anticipated what happened next.  

Harris approached our table with me and said, “Aaron, I hope I am not being too forward here, but I must confess, I am very attracted to your wife. I have a condo a few miles from here. I would love it if you both would join me there for the evening.”

I looked at my husband with a bit of shock and confusion. I had agreed to come to the club, dance and even get a little frisky on the dance floor, but what Harris was proposing was something entirely different. I really was not prepared to make that leap.

Before I could express my reluctance, my husband offered, “That might be fun. Would you let me discuss it with Anne?”

“Certainly. I’ll leave you two alone to discuss things and go back to the bar. Regardless of whatever you decide, I have enjoyed meeting you both. Anne, promise me you won’t leave without at least saying goodbye? Promise?”

I looked at Aaron before answering. He nodded to me indicating his approval.

“Okay, I promise. I won’t leave without saying goodbye.”

With that, he arose, took my hand, kissed it and returned to his place at the bar.

Aaron leaned close to me and whispered, “I think we should accept his invitation.”

“Aaron, this is more than I agreed to. We’re both going to wake up tomorrow and regret this…”

Aaron interrupted me, “Anne, tell me the truth. How did you feel dancing with him?”

“That’s not fair. That’s different. It was safe on the dance floor. Things couldn’t get too far out of hand. I was putting on a show for you.”  My last comment was only partially true.

“But how did you feel?”

I lowered my eyes and confessed, “Very sexy and very aroused.”

“Okay, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go to the bar and talk with him. I want you to give him the sexiest kiss you can. And then whatever you decide to do tonight will be fine. I promise.”

“You really want to see me do this, to go all the way, don’t you?”

“I do.”

I sat silently for a more than a minute, trying to garner the self-control that would allow me to resist this temptation. I couldn’t do it. My lust for my handsome, young, ebony lover was just too great.  

“Okay, but if we do this, I don’t want to go to his place. I will feel safer on our turf at our hotel. That way, if things don’t go right, he can just leave rather than us waiting for a taxi to take us home.”

Aaron's face lit up as he realized that I was actually going to fulfill his birthday wish.

“That makes sense. I hadn’t thought about the complications of waiting for a cab.”

“Okay, wait here. You should probably close out our tab, too.”

Harris smiled broadly as he saw me approaching him. I stepped between his open thighs and placed my hands on his shoulders, caressing his neck. “Would you kiss me, please?”

Harris placed his fingers under my chin and raised my face up. I opened my mouth as our lips met and sucked his tongue into my mouth. My right hand rested in his lap feeling his erection pulse repeatedly.

After forty or fifty seconds of passionate necking, I broke off the kiss and said, “I have never done anything remotely like this before, but Aaron would like to watch you make love to me tonight. Would you be willing to do that?”

“I can think of nothing that would please me more. Thank you for asking.”

“Okay, here is the thing. I will feel more comfortable if we go to our hotel but we don’t have a car. We arrived in a cab.”

“I’ll drive you both to your hotel.”

“We’re staying at the Marriott Energy Center over on I-10. It’s about ten miles from here. Aaron is paying the check now. Why don’t you close out your tab and you and I can have some quality time together.”

Harris cleared his throat for a second before adding, “Oh, one more thing, just so there are no misunderstandings. I am completely straight. I’m into you, not Aaron.”

I could not help bursting out into a loud laugh. “Well, that’s good to know. I assure you, so is Aaron. I promise you he’s just into me. It never even occurred to me that could be an issue.”

“Glad we got that cleared up.”

I left Harris to pay his check and returned to my husband.

“Okay, honey, I hope you are sure about this because I have a date tonight. Harris is driving us back to the hotel. I don’t think there is any turning back now.”

I turned to Brenda and John and said, “I really enjoyed meeting you both…it looks like I am going to do more than 'just stick my toe in the water.' Brenda, thank you for introducing me to Harris.”

Brenda smiled broadly before offering, “You are most welcome. You’re in for a real treat tonight, girl. I promise you, he will do you some good. You’re going to be hooked.”

Aaron piped in, “I certainly hope so.”

John added, “Be careful what you wish for. Once Brenda got a taste of Harris, she couldn’t get enough of him. It was all she talked about for weeks.”

“Thanks for the warning," Aaron replied with a smile.

I left Wish’s clutching the arms of my two dates for the evening, my head spinning, still unsure what I was getting into. Without discussing it, Aaron climbed into the back seat of Harris’s late model Audi. Harris held the passenger door for me. I intentionally allow my skirt to fall open as I swung my legs into the car, giving him an all-too-brief glimpse at my recently shaved vulva.

The grin on his face made it clear that he had caught a clear view from the overhead lights that illuminated the parking lot.

During the twenty minute ride to our hotel, I learned that Harris was a financial analyst for one of the larger brokerage houses in Houston. He held a finance degree and his MBA from the University of Texas. Clearly, he was an educated man, and that fact appealed to me.

As we pulled up to the Marriott, I handed Harris my room key card and said, “Would you drop me off at the front door? I’ll be waiting for you two in room 732. The staff of the hotel does not need to see me walking through the lobby with two dates tonight, okay?”

“I understand completely. I’ll park the car and be very discreet,” Harris answered.

Aaron added, “I’ll escort this beautiful lady to her room and have her waiting anxiously for you. Don’t be late!”

Coming soon - Chapter 4:  Harris and I share some quality time

Especial thanks to Lisa and Don whose editing, proofreading and suggestions have greatly improved the quality of this series.