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Voyeur's Wife
by Author Obscure (1994)

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Barbara and Tom were c***dhood sweethearts, got married
in grad school 7 years ago, no k**s, two fast track
careers, his in technology, hers in academia. Tom
really liked to watch other men drool over Barbara, so
much so that he convinced her to do a little flirting
so he could watch. (MF, wife-sharing, husband-voy)

***

About 2 months ago Tom and I arranged to meet for
dinner, starting our night out with a drink at the Four
Seasons. I got there 15 minutes early, My wine offered
enough social lubrication for me to get involved in a
conversation with a guy sitting nearby.

A half hour later I noticed my husband standing in the
doorway.

I waved him over, introduced the guy, and in a couple
of minutes the two of us went to dinner.

"How long were you waiting there by the door?"

"About 20 minutes."

"Well, why didn't you come over, for heaven's sake."

"It looked like you were having a good time, and I
liked watching."

"Oh." I realized this went on before with him. We
dropped the subject and had a nice evening.

On the drive home Tom asked "Did that guy - was his
name Bill? - try to date you?"

"No, we were just talking."

We talked about other things for the rest of the drive,
but I began worrying that he thought I might be
appearing too available to strangers, and that was just
not the fact. I like everything about my husband and
being married to him. It's the most important part of
my life.

A couple of weeks later we made another date for a
Friday night dinner in town, with the meeting place set
for the Sheraton hotel. I thought Tom was late, until
he appeared from the back of the bar.

"What were you doing, I was waiting for 15 minutes."

"I just like looking at you."

"Were you waiting to see if anyone tried to talk to me,
or something?"

"I confess."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do. But it's kind of exciting watching you
talk to guys in places like this, I guess maybe I'm a
bit of a voyeur."

"Well, that's different." I was happy that it wasn't a
trust thing after all.

Late at night the next week we were holding each other
in bed - that's one of the best parts of being married,
I think - and talking.

I brought up his bothersome behavior. "Tom, how come
you try to watch strangers talking to me?"

I had my arm over his hips when I asked that - just
across them, nothing going on except two people being
comfortable with each other.

But I felt his penis stir. "I guess it's because I
think you are beautiful, and I like knowing other guys
think you are, too."

Well. That's kind of an odd compliment. "They may not
think that at all, they may be just trying to make
conversation, or maybe make a date, or even pick me
up."

His penis stirred more. "Maybe that would be OK, too."

Now I was beginning to understand something new about
my husband. I took the hand he had on my hip, and moved
it to my crotch, then grabbed his cock - it was erect,
now.

"Barbara, you're getting all warm!" "Tom, you're
getting all stiff."

We put the stiffness and warmness together, and made
love. That's not quite true. We fucked.

During lapses in the action, we talked.

"Let me be sure I understand. You get turned on when
you think about guys trying to pick me up."

He responded. "Yeah."

"Well, I've heard of men like you. You're strange. On
the other hand I've been married to you all of my life,
and I think just having someone pay that kind of 'are
you single' attention to me would be fun - not that I
don't want to be married, or anything."

"Uh, you'd like that?"

"It would be nice to have a guy try to date me, or even
try to pick me up in a public place, where it's safe.
There's no chance for that at school, or when we're out
together."

He said "Well, would you like to go out to see if
something like that would happen on purpose, instead of
accidentally, like last time?"

He was offering me a license to flirt! No, he was
encouraging me to. I thought that would be a different
role, a change from the professional one at work, or
the married one with Tom. Why not? I replied "Sure, so
long as we wind up here."

The sex we were having continued with a bit more
excitement than usual.

The next day Tom came home from work - it was Friday -
and told me he found out the Marriott in Newton was a
place where singles our age went. "Let's go there! You
can pretend to be single, or at least available, for a
while."

This was moving from an idea to action faster than I
would have imagined. We had a silent drive along Rt.
128: I felt a bit like I was being driven to my
execution. Well, it excited my husband. And me.

The hotel lounge was mobbed. It looked like most
everyone stayed at the bar, and guys approached women,
talked to them, danced, and tried to make dates. Or
make them, to be more honest.

We parted at the doorway, and I went to the bar,
feeling uncertain, in strange waters, a bit like a lamb
being lead to the slaughter. After all, I had seriously
dated only one man in my life, and married him. This
was very new stuff.

In a while a couple of guys talked to me. One danced
with me a few times. I saw
Tom watching, and that made me both a little more
comfortable, and flirtatious. I once saw him dancing
with a nice looking woman.

A couple of hours went by, he came up to me, and asked
me to dance, too. We did, and used that as an excuse to
leave together, not that anyone was keeping score, or
watching.

We talked on the way home. "I saw that guy dancing with
you. Did he try anything?"

"No, it was just a dance. He was a proper gentleman.
Yah know, up until today everyone who danced with me
knew us as a couple. These guys didn't know that, they
thought I was available. That was weird. What about
that girl you picked up?"

"She came over and asked me to dance."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Honey, things have changed since we were single. She
liked to dance really close, and when I held her I was
sure she wasn't wearing a bra, and I didn't feel any
panties seam either."

"Hey, tell me more, oh husband with the wondering
hands."

"Well, I could feel the heat from her groin through my
pants, and I got a hard on, and she knew it. But she
didn't back away, either, She liked to grind against
me."

We got home, and got to bed. I wasn't happy. "Tom, I'm
upset. The deal was you were supposed to be watching
me, not flirting or grinding your cock into someone. I
feel insecure, and I don't like this game."

He was apologetic. "Watching you was the deal, and to
be honest about it, that was the best part. The other
was a fringe benefit. I'd rather watch, anyhow. If we
ever go there again I promise to just watch, OK?"

"Well, just so long as you kept that thing" - I grabbed
at his cock - "in your pants until you get home."

He then used that thing the way I wanted him to. When I
asked him while we made love, he promised that he
wasn't thinking about the woman he danced with, but
about me. Later I learned - you will, too - it wasn't
only about me!

Tom asked - begged - me to go out and "play" again the
next weekend, and I agreed. I confess to daydreaming
about some pick up scenarios, wondering how I'd act,
what might happen. What started off on Monday as almost
unthinkable outcomes (would I really let someone kiss
me thinking I was single) by Friday seemed OK and even
fun. I told Tom a little about my daydreaming -
flirting, being kissed - and was rewarded with some
pretty turned on sex at night. Tom, on the other hand,
didn't say much about his own ideas, he just encouraged
me with mine. He did insist on this: "If you kiss, you
gotta tell."

Friday we had an early dinner so we could go out and
'See who tries ('tries' was the operative word in my
mind) to pick up Barbara'.

I pulled out a pretty silk dark print dress that
buttoned all the way down the front, a matching half
slip, panty hose, and a pretty bra. Tom got out a
casual outfit - camel hair jacket, chinos, white opened
collar shirt.

"How do I look?"

"Barbara, you look great."

He took me in his arms, kissed me. He already had an
erection, and I was pretty hot, too.

"Honey, can I make a suggestion?"

"Sure."

"You do look wonderful, but you look like you're going
out with your husband."

"Uh, I guess that's an old habit, but I do like this
dress!"

"Yeah, but... Look, try something for me, OK?"

"Try what?"

"Try it without your bra."

"What?!"

"Go on."

The idea did excite me. Tom must have been planning
this suggestion all week.
Well, no one would know me there. I went to the bath
room, and came out 2 minutes later. I'm not very busty,
so it wasn't uncomfortable.

"Any better?"

He held me again. "Much nicer. How does it feel to
you?"

"Well, my breasts keep moving against the dress, like
they do when I'm wearing a negligee, so it stimulates
my nipples and they stand up. And I like the feeling of
being kind of almost naked, and of your hands on my
back: it feels very sexy. I do like it."

He held me at arm's length, and sure enough, my nipples
were poking at the dress.

"I think that looks wonderful!"

"That was a good idea, but I am glad it's pretty dark
in the bar. Do you have any more good ideas, or can we
go? If we don't go soon I'm just going to grab you by
the cock and take you to bed," I said. Actually, that
seemed like a good idea, and a lot safer than the
alternative.

"Maybe one more idea."

"Tom, you have an evil gleam in your eye. Now what?"

"Remember the woman I danced with?"

"Yes."

"She was very sexy."

"What made her so sexy?"

"Well, when I held her like this when we were dancing"
he demonstrated, "and I moved my hand like this," he
slide it down on my ass, "I just felt softness, and not
the kind of hard feeling that an ass wrapped in panty
hose has."

"You mean you want me to go bare assed under this
dress?"

"Honey, your legs are tanned and smooth, and great
looking. You don't need panty hose. I'd get an erection
every time someone was near you, and I guarantee a
reaction from anyone who slow dances with you. Yeah, go
bare assed. Are you willing?"

"You didn't just get this idea, did you?"

"No."

He wants me to be sexy! I was so hot, so aroused, and I
wanted to please Tom, too, so I just sat on the sofa,
kicked off my shoes, stood, peeled off the hose, put on
my shoes, and moved into his arms.

"Try that."

He did, and his erection was massive.

"Maybe you should come to bed with me now," he said.

But I took his hand and pulled him to the door. It was
only partly teasing when I said "Not a chance. Now, we
are going out! I want to be held by some other guys,
and maybe rubbed against, too, while I'm dressed like
this."

I thought Tom would insist on staying home, but instead
he said "Yeah, let's go.
I'd really like to see that too." I was learning
something new about this man!

I pulled on a jacket because I did feel very naked and
exposed dressed as I was,
and off we went. We caught the after work crowd. The
lounge was dark so it was OK - just barely OK -when Tom
insisted I check my coat. I did, took a deep breath,
and went in. I danced with 5 different guys. I liked
looking at their faces when we danced, especially when
they discovered no bra strap across my back, and then,
how every one found a reason to stoke my ass, and felt
the slip waist band, but no lower seams, only soft
flesh. What a feeling of power and control that was.

After a while I rejected most invitations, except from
one nice guy. I knew he was aroused - that was clear -
and he sure thought I was. He .did enough exploring to
have figured out just what I was and wasn't wearing.
Not that he was grabby, but there were casual brushes,
and touches. He wasn't bashful about letting me feel
that he had an erection, either.

I remembered what Tom told me about the woman he danced
with, so during slow dances I managed to miss his lead
a few times, and that caused - surprise - a little
accidental pelvis bumping. If felt very strange,
feeling him through the thin fabric of my dress.

I thought, after an hour or so, he had read by touch
every label on every garment I was wearing. Not that
was a big trick. He wasn't being grabby, either - no
hand on my leg (by now I was sitting at a small table
with him) or ass grabbing, but casual touches. He
didn't even try to kiss me, and that was a
disappointment - I wanted my daydreams to be filled. He
did make some interesting suggestions, though.

Tom spent his time at the bar, watching. He wasn't
being subtle, but the room was crowded enough so I
don't think anyone noticed.

After a while I figured I did enough flirting, and Tom
should have had enough as a fledgling voyeur. I was
horny and wanted to get in bed with my husband. I got
my coat, walked out, and got in our car. A few minutes
later Tom got in the driver's side.

"Wow. Honey, you looked great. You had that guy so
turned on I think he had to go to the men's room to
masturbate. It was wonderful. I'm surprised he didn't
ask you out. I can't wait to get you home." He started
the engine. I turned to face Tom, and said "He didn't
ask me for a date, but he did ask me to get some air
with him, in his car."

Tom put the car back in park. "He did? Did you want to
go? Do you want to go back in to him?"

"He said he was going to leave just after I did, so I
can't go back to him. I didn't know if I should go with
him, or even if I wanted to, without talking to you a
lot about it, first. I didn't know how you'd take it.
Maybe I should have gone. I told him I didn't know him
well enough to get in his car with him. He asked what
about my car? That way he said I'd be in control."

"Stop, you're going to make me come without touching
me! It sounds like he's a smooth operator. But this is
a small car." We came in our bench seat old fogie Olds.
"Not much could happen here, maybe some kissing and
making out, that's all, and that would be all right."

"Are you crazy? There's a lot of room in this car!"

"Not enough."

I said "Let me show you."

I lifted up the center armrest, and had Tom recline his
seat a bit, and tilt the steering wheel up.

"This could have happened."

I pulled him across the seat, kissed him, tongue all
over the place.

I said "I think he'd want to do that. I would want him
to. I hoped somebody would kiss me like that tonight.
He'd know that would be the only reason for me bringing
him here. What do you think about that?"

"That would be all right with me, too."

"Oh, it would? What about this?"

I turned my back to him, got my feet on the seat near
the door, knees up, and leaned backwards, into his
arms.

It was a very comfortable position for me. I had an arm
around Tom's neck. He had his left hand on the steering
wheel, so it was holding me up, and his right was
around my waist.

"Oh, oh, there's more room here than I thought," he
said.

"Would you want your wife to be in someone else's arms,
like this?"

"Oh yeah. I dream about that!"

"I'm going to pretend you're him. This would probably
happen." I pulled him toward me, lifted up to meet him,
and we kissed again. More like teenagers than a 30
something married couple.

I said, "Should your wife do that, too?"

He whispered, "Yes. I'd like that, I want you to do
that."

I knew he was getting really excited. So was I.

"I'd want to do this, too," I said, and took the hand
he had on my waist, brought it to my lips, kissed it,
brought a finger into my mouth, and kissed and sucked
on it a bit, too. That always got to Tom.

Tom said "Oh yeah, That would drive him crazy."

"You may think I'm awful, honey, but then I'd do this."
I took that hand, and moved it from my mouth, along my
cheek, and neck, to my breast.

Tom could feel my nipple standing up.

"The only reason for not wearing a bra is so he could
touch me like that," I told
Tom.

"Ahhhh, yes, make him do that, too!"

I was really letting my imagination run wild, feeling
sexy, and pretending Tom was someone else. After a few
more minutes.

"I'd have to tell him I liked that. Maybe, if he was
nice..."

"Oh, he'd be nice," Tom interrupted as I took his hand
from my left breast, and moved it to the neckline of my
dress.

He was looking down at me.

I guided his hand to the buttons, opened the first
couple.

"I'd ask him to help with this."

"You'd do that??? I'd want you to, but I thought you'd
get mad."

Tom never had trouble with my dresses, but he fumbled
now. Finally, when it was opened far enough - almost to
my waist, I said, "I'd want him to touch my skin..." I
took his hand and slipped it under my dress.

"I think he'd want to, don't you?"

A minute passed.

He was silent, eyes closed, but his hand moved over my
breast. I closed my eyes, imagining it was someone
else, and it was even more exciting. I found I put my
hand, outside the dress, over his, holding him to me.
"Well, would it be OK with you if I let him touch me
like that?"

"Yes, I want him to play with your tits."

Now he was cupping and fondling my breast. My nipple
was so tight, and I could feel myself getting wet.
Another couple of minutes passed.

"If you were he, I'd tell you I was getting very
excited. Would it be all right with you if I did this?"

I took the open front of the dress and pulled it to the
side, exposing a breast, and looked down at his hand
holding me, nipple being rolled and twisted between his
fingers.

'Yes, let him see your tits, too."

"Should I..." I said, and pulled his hand away, pulled
his head towards my chest, and lifted up until his
mouth found my nipple.

I held him that way - not that he wasn't willing - for
a couple of minutes.

"What do you think of your wife now?"

"I think you're wonderful, and he'd think you were
terrific!"

Do you really want me to let someone kiss my breasts,
Tom?"

"Mmmm."

"When we were dating, I remember you doing something
else. Shouldn't he, too?" I took his hand and moved it
down, across my lap, up my leg over my dress to my
knee, and then down until it was touching my skin on my
calf, midway between my knee and ankle.

"Do you think I should tell him both me and my husband
want him to touch me?"

"Yes," he mumbled (well, his mouth was full).

His hand was just stroking my leg, so I said, "Don't be
shy, stranger," I put my hand on his wrist, and started
it towards my knee. Tom's hand went under the dress and
slip, and then, once at my knee, down along the inside
of my thigh.

"Would you want me to let another man do what you're
doing now?" I asked him as I opened my legs a little,
so that by the time he got to my vagina he found it
hot, and wet, and available. And he didn't waste a
minute. He got fingers into me, while he was still
sucking at my nipple.

"Tom?"

"Yes?"

"Are you serious that you want me to get someone to do
this?"

"Oh yes."

"My dress is getting wrinkled." I lifted up, pulled at
my hem, folded it and my half slip back to my waist.
His hand never stopped, but now, in the dim light of
the parking lot, we could see my breast, exposed, and
my legs spread with Tom's fingers moving in and out of
my cunt.

I said "Are you saying you want somebody else to be
touching me, with their fingers where yours are, and
looking at me all exposed like this in the car? That's
all right with you?"

"Yes."

We both enjoyed the game a little too much, and I knew
my husband, playing a guy who picked me up, was as
aroused as he could be.

"Don't you think it's a little unfair, that I'm getting
all of the pleasure?" I asked.

"Oh, but I love doing this to you."

"But I want to give you - no, I want to give him - some
pleasure, too, OK?"

"What would you do?"

By now his mouth was on my breast again. I lifted his
head from my breast, lay my head in his lap, turned
toward him a little - not enough to interfere with the
wonderful things his fingers were doing to me, though.

"I'd do this."

I put my mouth on his shirt, above his belt, breathed
through it, so my warm breath went through his shirt,
to his skin. I don't think it warmed him, though. He
seemed to shiver.

I lowered my head until it was in his lap, but facing
him. I could feel the heat from his crotch. I got my
hands on his belt, got that open, got his pants and fly
open, reached in, got my hand around his cock - what a
surprise, he had an erection.

"You'd want me to do this, wouldn't you?" I asked, as I
stroked him, then pealed back the foreskin, and felt
twitches, and quivers, as he tried to control himself.

"Well?"

"Yes, I'd want you to do that."

"Tom, his cock would be right in front of my mouth.
Shouldn't I do something about that?"

"Yes, take his cock in your mouth like you do for me.
Suck it!"

A tilt of my head, a little movement, and my lips were
on it.

Took a break after a minute. "Is this what you'd want
me to do?"

He pushed himself back deep into my mouth, and I heard
"Yes. Do more." We both heard someone walk up to the
car on our right, and we both looked out the passenger
side window as a guy looked in. "Lucky bastard," he
said, as he saw Tom's hand covering my exposed crotch,
an exposed breast, and Tom's cock almost in my mouth.
He got in his car, and drove away.

Tom usually has a lot of endurance - he can hold his
erection for a long time. But now, as the other car was
pulling out, I felt his cock pulse, and he came in my
mouth. That doesn't happen too often with us.

Afterwards, driving home -"Tom, you owe me a major
orgasm."

"You're going to get one!"

His cock wasn't working any more that night, but his
fingers and mouth were. I got what I wanted.

The next morning we spent in bed, cuddling, talking.

"That was some fun."

"I liked last night," I said. "Did you?"

"You bet."

He asked: "Would you really do that with someone else?"

I told him I thought it was pretty exciting, just with
him pretending to be a stranger.

"Did you mind that guy seeing you going down on me?"

"It made it even better."

Tom said "The whole evening was a major turn on for me.
I'd like you to do that, maybe even more, so long as
you would end up here with me later."

"Tom, the only 'more' left would be for someone else to
fuck me." I could feel myself getting excited again.
"Is that what you want?"

He took my hand, and put it on his cock. It was getting
hard again.

"At this moment, yes."

For the first time in years, we had intercourse every
night that week.

Tuesday, in bed, before sex, Tom gave me a gift. I
often wear a thin gold necklace with a single diamond
pendent. It's a favorite that Tom gave me. This was a
much longer fine chain. I doubled it, put it on my
neck.

"No, no, you wear that on your waist, right on your
skin."

"Oh."

I got out of bed, took off my negligee, and he put the
chain on. It rode high on my waist on one side, low on
my hip on the other, with the ends hanging free a few
inches down my hip.

"Now, that IS sexy," he said, and proved it.

Afterwards - at least I thought it was afterwards - I
told him how much I liked it, but that I thought it
should be worn more as a belt on a simple dress.
"Barbara, wear it on your skin. And Barbara, it will be
OK if I'm not the only guy who sees you wearing it."

That lead to another sexy session.

On Friday morning, at breakfast, I asked "Are you sure
you want to go back to the Marriott tonight?"

He answered with a question and a grin. "Yeah, what
about you?"

"Tom, this is a dangerous game, but I admit I like it
too, but, uh, what if?"


He looked at me right in the eye. "Anything you do is
sure OK with me."

My grad students didn't have my full attention that
day. I got home early, Tom by 6:30. I was ready to get
dressed. Tom wanted to help, and the notion of having
my husband help me get ready to go out and flirt -
maybe more - made me even more excited.

When I finished drying after being in the shower, Tom
knelt in front of me, looped the chain around my waist,
pulled me close and nuzzled into my pubic mound.
"Everything else can go, but only I get to take this
off, OK?"

"OK."

I don't wear much makeup. He watched as I dabbed a bit
on.

"Honey, put a little perfume on your neck, too."

I did.

"Maybe some between your breasts, just in case?"

"OK."

"Thighs?"

"Tom, stop it! I can accept the idea of having someone
play with my breasts, but..."

"OK."

I selected my fooling around outfit for the evening.
Silk blouse, long wrap around skirt that showed leg
when I walked, fairly high heeled shoes. If we were
playing strip poker, I couldn't lose too many hands. I
felt free, sexy, naked, hot. "Tom, if tonight starts
off like last week did, you may have to wait a while
if I'm having fun. Will that be OK?"

His eyes told the story - it sure would! He confirmed
it. "I'd like that, it would be fun for me, too. But
what about you? It's your body."

"I made promises to be faithful to you. I don't want to
break those promises."

"Honey," he said, "this is not cheating. It's for our
pleasure, and I don't care about other people's
opinions. It's between us."

"OK. I'm ready to go."

"Good, but before we do..."

He took me in his arms. It started out as a romantic
kiss, but then his hands were on my ass under my skirt.
"I love the way you look. I can feel the chain, too,
and I like that. If things get pretty hot in the car
with someone, at least you'll be wearing something! I
love you, and I love you even more for doing this." We
started to the hotel: not a word was spoken as we drove
along Rt. 2, not a word along 128, we were each lost in
our thoughts. The hotel is just a couple of turns from
128, and we got there too soon.

He whispered, "I love you," as he dropped me off, then
went to park the car. I sat in the lobby, feeling
excited, erotic, maybe a little trashy. Tom walked in -
I know he saw me - walked by, and walked down the hall
to the lounge without acknowledging me. I waited, went
to the lady's room, then with a deep breath, entered.
Tonight, I was pretty sure, I'd be kissed passionately
by a new person, and was scared and excited about it.

I had two cocktails for courage at the bar, rejecting a
couple of invitations to dance. Finally, I decided it
was time. It started out pretty much like the week
before. Once again I danced with a couple of guys, but
then almost exclusively with a tall man named Ted who
was a sweetheart of a guy. Sexy, too.

He wasn't grabby, but he sure knew what I wasn't
wearing, there were enough casual touches, hands along
my back and so on, for him to know that. I think he
even figured out the chain, which rode high on my waist
on one side, and on my hip on the other.

The dance floor was pretty dark, but I could see Tom at
the bar, watching. I'm pretty sure he saw Ted's hand
move down my back, and cup my ass. I knew Ted thought
he was touching bare ass under my skirt. And once, when
we were slow dancing, his left hand moved in to my
shoulder, while he held me close.

I could see Tom watching, as I looked at him over Ted's
shoulder. I thought I could turn up the heat for all
three of us. Besides, I was supposed to be sexy, and
available. When we were dancing close to the bar I held
him with my arm around his back, and changed the
position of my other hand, which was between us, so
that it was over his, rather than being held by it.
Then I pulled his wrist down, so that he could feel my
breast, and nipple, through my dress.

When we turned again I could see Tom staring, mouth
open. Ted let me know he was a little aroused, too, as
he squeezed my breast, and held me against an
increasingly hot and hard crotch. I may be married for
a while, but I was attractive enough to cause some
reaction.

The dance floor was dark enough so I could enjoy that
contact, and he lead me close to our table at the end
of the dance so he wouldn't be seen walking off with
that thing so noticeable. At one point Ted apologized
when he (I think accidentally) poked me with it as we
were dancing. "That's all right" I told him, and moved
so that the poking continued a bit.

About 10 PM I excused myself and walked along the bar
to the ladies room. I nodded to Tom as I passed him.
When I came out of the ladies room, Tom was waiting.

"You gave me the high sign. Are you ready to go home
now and get fucked?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, does that guy want to go out to his car with
you?"

"Not this guy, honey."

"What, then? I'm ready for something to happen."

"He's staying here, and asked me if I'd go to his room
for a little more privacy."

"What!"

"Maybe we should leave, and I can take you home, and
show you what might have happened."

"That's not my first choice."

"Mine, neither. I could spend more time with him here
and play around some more."

"Oh, I'm so damn horny," Tom said.

"Or you could wait down here for me, and I'd go to his
room for a couple of hours, and maybe - no, probably -
get a sexy story to tell you."

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum in my pants!"

"It's your game, honey. I could be happy either way,
but..."

"Would you actually go?"

"Well, you said you wanted something to happen, and now
we have the opportunity.
Of course, there'll be other opportunities, I guess..."

"I know." He paused, thinking about what he wanted.
"Barbara, I'm going into the men's room. I've gotta get
some release from my hard on, and I don't want leave
right now. And then I'm going to have a couple of
drinks in the bar, I figure I'm going to spend maybe an
hour and a half or two hours here. Your choice. You can
sit with me, or..."

"Tom, this was your idea. But, husband, I promised you
my body is for your pleasure only. If you want to share
it for your pleasure, it's OK with me. But, you have to
say so - don't put it all on me!"

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Tom, that guy wants me to go to his room. That's
because he wants privacy, and he's not going to just
dance with me there. Maybe it'll be like we acted out
last weekend, maybe it'll be even more, and you know
what that means. Do you want me to go?" I took a step
away from him, did a bit of a model's turn. "Would you
like someone else to play with my body tonight like you
did in the parking lot last week before we go home?"

"Damn it, yes!"

I kissed him. "Good. Me too. Hey, think of this while
you're waiting. Those wifely lips you just kissed are
probably going to be doing something pretty un-wifely
soon. Bye!"

He took my arm. "Barbara, if you go to his room,
memorize everything, OK? Make it a great time for him,
and you. Do everything you want, because I want that,
too, but you have to tell me everything."

I said "I don't have any experience at this with other
men to know about great times, but I'll try, and you'll
know about everything we do," and I walked back, horny,
and ready, and fast enough so he wouldn't have time to
change his mind.

I sat with Ted again. The music was nice, so we moved
back to the floor. He had one arm around me, and the
other went right to my breast. I rested my head on his
shoulder, felt him kissing my hair.

"Have you thought some more about coming upstairs with
me?"

I knew he was going to ask again. I held him close,
felt heat and pressure from him. Would I dare? Would it
be as good as our games? I whispered, "Yes. After this
dance, I'll go with you."

He held me closer, and there was a lot of excitement
coming from him, about groin high.

When I came out of the lounge a couple of minutes
later, with Ted's arm around my waist, and mine around
his, I saw Tom sitting in the lobby. The hall was
pretty bright, and Ted had trouble concealing the fact
he had an erection. I'm sure Tom noticed.

He watched us walk across to the elevator. He watched
as we held hands, watched as the elevator opened, and
watched his wife get in with a guy who had less than
honorable intentions toward her. I expected him to stop
me, but he let me go, holding hands with Ted as we
walked away. The elevator doors closed, and opened, too
soon, I thought. But no, we arrived, walked down the
hall, stopped in front of room 635.

He opened the door, let me go in first.

I looked at Ted as he posted a "Do not Disturb" sign,
heard the door close, and the night lock engage, too.
That sounded kind of final!

He took my hand and lead me past the door to the bath
room, to the main room. I saw the king sized bed. What
was I getting into? Could I keep this under control?
Did I want to?

He took me into his arms - I went willingly, expecting
that first kiss.
Instead, he talked.

"Barbara, you're wearing a wedding ring. Are you
married?"

Opps. I forgot about that. Well, try honesty.

I returned his embrace, one arm around his back, the
other to the back of his head, and said yes.

"Does your husband know you're out like this?"

"Yes."

"What's going on? Is it an open marriage deal?"

"No, it's just that a couple of weeks ago we both got
excited about the idea of someone picking me up, so we
wanted to try it for real once. And here I am."

"You're k**ding! Do you mean he's one of those guys
where it's a turn on for him for you to meet a guy, and
come up to his room?"

"It's new to us, but we both liked the idea."

"Wow... well, I'm not used to bringing married women to
my room."

"That makes us even, I've never been in a hotel room
like this with a man I hardly know."

"Well, this changes everything. What do you want to
happen?"

He still had his arms around me. I snuggled closer, and
decided to be bold. "You wanted privacy. Me too. I'd
liked to be seriously kissed by somebody other than my
husband. Will you kiss me?"

He kissed me, and I kissed back. It may be the 90's,
but this was the first sexy kiss I responded to from
anyone but my husband since I was a teenager.

It got hot quickly. Both our mouths opened, tongues
touched. And I liked it! Ted needed a shave, I felt
myself getting what I used to call beard rash, and
didn't care.

"I couldn't do that in the lounge," he said, and I told
him "Then I'm glad we came here. That was very nice." I
couldn't believe I was saying and doing the things I
was saying and doing.

He lowered his hands to my buttocks, pulled me up
toward him. With just a skirt between his hands and my
skin, it felt very sexy. I didn't resist at all, just
moved closer to him. Still, it wasn't too much
different from what he did downstairs. I could feel his
erection, too. My hands were around his back, but I
figured two could play - actually three were playing -
so I lowered my hands to his ass, and pulled his hips,
saying "Two can play at that, Ted."

His pelvis - his erect dick - ground into me big time!
That's what happened a couple of weeks ago to my
husband.

"That's nice, too," he said.

He broke the embrace.

I thought of Tom with his imagination going wild, and
reached for him again.

"I'm glad your husband likes this idea."

"We both liked this idea."

I put one hand around his neck, pulled his head close
for another kiss. I liked kissing this guy, and wasn't
sure how things are supposed to proceed, anyhow. But he
did. His hands were on my ass again, working at pulling
up my skirt. He wasn't being very successful at it. I
pulled away a little, reached behind me, and helped
him. Now he could lift it again. I felt coolness on my
legs as it went up - how strange to feel that. But
there was also the touch of his hands on my skin -
cool, controlling, experienced. At least one of us knew
what to do.

In a moment, his hands were on my buttocks again, but
on skin, not skirt.

"No panties. I like that!"

"That was my husband's idea."

"That makes it even better."

No other man but Tom had ever touched my ass before
like that. It was strange, but very sexy, too.

I had one hand on the back of his head, the other on
his cheek, so I could touch his mouth as he caressed
me. I used that one to trace down to his neck, then
between us to his chest. Oh, what the hell, I let it
drift across his crotch, too. I am not good at judging
things like this, but it felt huge! What an odd
sensation, feeling that heat, that hardness, feeling
his hands grabbing my ass, hands of someone I met only
a couple of hours ago. Being seductive and seduced like
this was new, wicked, exciting, and fun.

I realized I had my eyes closed while his fingers were
tracing up and down between my buttocks, rubbing my
anus. I opened them. His were open, looking into my
eyes, then behind me, and into my eyes again. I
suddenly knew he was watching us embrace in the mirror,
or looking at the reflection of his hand on my ass.

By now I could feel one hand was holding my skirt
against my back while the other one fondled me, probing
at my ass. That was shocking, but very thrilling, too.
I didn't try to stop him, and instead stood a little
taller, and kind of lifted one leg a bit over his,
making it easier for him.

"Are you looking at me in the mirror?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"

"No, we wondered what it would be like to have someone
else hold me and look at me, and touch me, too. So far,
I like what you're doing."

He broke the embrace, dropping my skirt, and pulled the
cover off the bed, grabbed me, and pulled me on it. He
pulled at my blouse.

"Wait, don't pull like that" I said.

Well, Tom and I agreed breasts were within bounds. I
knelt, facing away from him. He pulled at my blouse,
pulling the front free of my skirt, was very aware of
the feeling of its hem sliding up my belly. Ted knelt
behind me and helped - such a gentleman - by pulling it
free from the sides, and the back. Then his hands were
on my skin, on my hips, under the blouse - an electric
touch.

I looked up, saw myself in the mirror, saw a man behind
me, saw movement under my blouse, felt hands touching
the underside, then the most sensitive part of my
breasts. I saw a man lean towards a woman's ear, felt a
tongue create a thrilling sensation. Saw his mouth
slide down from ear to neck, felt wetness there.

Felt his mouth's progress impeded by my blouse's
collar, and saw the woman in the mirror reach up,
release one button, then another and another, and then
slide the partly open blouse's collar toward her
shoulder, so the man in the mirror's mouth would be
free to feast on flesh. Felt the little bits as it
feasted. Saw the man look up at the reflection of the
woman in the mirror, and heard him ask, "I wonder what
your husband would say about this?"

"I know what he'd say."

The mouth bit at my shoulder. "What?"

"He told me he'd want me to have you see my breasts,
too."

"Then show them to me!"

The woman in the mirror's hands went to the buttons,
releasing them. I felt the tension in the blouse,
caused by his hands on me, releasing. The last one was
opened. The woman in the mirror's right hand took the
left lapel, pushed it to her shoulder. I felt the cloth
drag over my nipple, as his hand covered my breast. The
man, still kissing the other shoulder, watched as her
breast - my breast - being held by his hand, was
uncovered.

Then the woman took the other side, already on her
shoulder, and started it down her arm. The man in the
mirror released her breasts, so he could help her pull
her arms from the blouse sleeves. I felt the blouse
slide down my arms, and his eyes on me.

Her breasts, my breasts, were ruddy colored from his
hands, from my excitement - aurora smaller than I ever
remember as an adult, nipples more extended.

I wanted him to look at me like a sexy woman, not a
tenure track professor. And, Tom did say to make it
sexy.

This was much more exciting than the pretending I did
with Tom a week ago in the parking lot. It was so
erotic, the mirror now showing each nipple trapped
between his thumb and forefinger, being twisted,
kneaded. I felt the pinches, the mild pain.

I looked down at his hands, holding me, and mine,
holding his to me, then up again, enjoying seeing, in
the mirror, a woman, topless, a man behind her, kissing
her neck, his hands on her breasts. How sexy! I sat up
straighter, shoulders back. The woman in the mirror was
thrusting her breasts into the man's hands!

Those breasts had been only Tom's for all of these
years. Well, until now. Tom wanted me to share them,
and I liked seeing them held by this guy, and the
erotic and mild pain of his twists and pinches, too.
After a moment, I sort of scooted down on the bed, then
turned to Ted, hoping he'd like what he saw.

"My husband also said he hoped someone would kiss them.
I want that, too."

He stared at me, lying beside him. He looked at my
breasts.

He put both hands on one breast, in a pushing,
spreading motion, flattening it, putting tension on my
nipple. He opened his mouth as wide as he could,
lowered in to me, sucked in as much as he could, hard,
and his tongue teased it. More beard burn! What a
wonderful, exciting feeling.

Tom never did it that way. I resolved to teach him. I
realized I had one hand under my breast, lifting it to
his mouth, the other on the back of his head, holding
him to me. How erotic, how wicked!

I remembered how exciting it was in the car last week.
How he thought, no, how we thought, I should do the
same thing to someone else. How I should be
provocative, sexy.

And now, how much I wanted to be! I pushed Ted away,
reached for the buttons on his shirt, and said, "Your
turn."

He sat up, kicked off shoes, pulled off socks. He stood
beside the bed, got off his tie, his shirt, his
undershirt, too.

I watched, and said, truthfully, "Nice body."

Belt open, pants off.

Jockey shorts, having a hard time hiding an erection. I
had not seen anything like that, except my husband's.
This was why I was here!

He seemed to hesitate. "I'm not sure about this, with
you married and all..."

I sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Come here," I said, got my arms on his waist, pulled
him to me, between my legs, opened my mouth, and let my
warm breath add to the heat coming through his briefs
from his crotch. Well, Tom liked that last week. A
different smell, different feelings.

"I'll show you I'm sure."

I pulled his shorts down slowly. I saw some dark pubic
hair exposed, then the veined shaft, thicker than I
expected. The elastic on his shorts slid along what
seemed to be a long shaft, and a moment later his
entire penis sprung free. I loved knowing this woman
could have such an effect on this man. I saw a drop of
pre-come already, and found this new cock throbbing in
front of my face fascinating. I wanted to remember
every detail.

"That looks wonderful," I said, as he finished stepping
out of his shorts.

I leaned forward, towards his cock, hands now on his
bare ass. I closed my eyes, remembering, then said,
"This is my husband's idea, too," and drew him it
closer.

I took his penis in my hand - so warm, so alive,
looking so urgent - the only cock except Tom's I'd
touched. A gentle dry kiss on its shaft, and a gentle
lick of its head, and then, as I did in the car with
Tom, with my eyes closed, took as much as I could in my
mouth.

I told Tom my lips would be doing something unwifely. I
wondered if a different cock would have a different
taste. It did. Ted's hands went to my head, and he held
me, while his hips flexed. His cock was moving in my
mouth - fucking it! So big, so hot, so exciting! What
would my friends say - this very straight Barbara, Ph.
D., sitting on a bed, a stranger's cock in her mouth,
and her loving it!

In a moment I pulled away. I got out off the bed,
pushed him on it, being totally sexy, free, wanton. I
stood pretty much between his knees now, lifted one
foot, and the skirt did what it was supposed to, and
fell away from my leg, as I slipped one shoe off.
Changed legs, got the other one off, too.

By now he was stoking himself. I moved closer: he
pulled me between his legs. My breasts were about mouth
high, and he started working on them again. One went
into his mouth, the other was getting twisted and
teased, hard, with his one hand, and his other hand was
stroking his cock.

I had a brief reluctance, but I held his head to my
nipple. Tom, I decided, didn't pay enough attention to
my breasts, but Ted was. His teeth on one, fingers
twisting the other, was almost painful, but wonderful,
too.

I leaned into his mouth. His other hand began working
its way up the inside of my leg, touching me in ways no
one but Tom ever did. Maybe he'd show me other things
to teach Tom.

I released his head, and moved his hands away. I found
the clip on my skirt, and using both hands got it
unhooked, and held it closed, in position.

I took about a half step back.

He looked at me with lust in his eye, mouth open.

I felt a moment of hesitation, remembered the play
acting Tom and I did in the car, and remembered what my
husband said he wanted me to do. I hoped he still
wanted it.

I let go one side of the skirt, and felt it unwrap
around my body. It felt as sensual as anything I ever
did.

Now I was standing in front of him, with my skirt held
up by one hand so the material flowed down in front of
me. I looked down at bare breasts, exposed hips, the
thin chain around them, and a d****d skirt hiding my
pubic mound, and a stranger holding an erection with
both hands.

"Breath-taking," he said.

"This is more exciting than I hoped. I love it!" I
hadn't been this horny in years!

"Please, will you turn around?"

Still holding my skirt up, I did the same modeling turn
I showed my husband a little while ago. Except, Tom saw
me clothed. I wished I had put perfume on my thighs,
like Tom wanted me to. Ted looked at every inch of me:
my hip, my ass, my other hip, and my breasts, again.
Now someone other than Tom saw me almost totally
exposed. I don't think a man can understand the
feeling!

"Come closer."

I did, watching as he reached to pull me closer.

I wondered what Tom would say when he heard about this.
But Ted knew what he wanted. He put one hand behind my
knee, lifted it. I put my free hand on his shoulder
both for balance, and because I was feeling weak-kneed.
He guided my leg so that I had one foot on the bed,
next to his hip. The skirt was still d****d across me.
Then he took the wrist of my hand that was holding the
skirt. It was almost at my cleavage.

He started lowering it, and I didn't resist, was just
enjoying the moment, and the sensation of the material
as it moved on my body. I watched as his hand moved
mine lower, and enjoyed the touch of his fingers as
they followed the material.

I watched as it moved over the chain. Tom gave me that
so I'd remember this was for both of us. Then my navel
became exposed, and in a few seconds, the start of my
own pubic hair. Tom wanted someone else to see my
complete body. Now it was happening. I felt him moving
my hand, and watched his face and eyes, as they
followed the progress of the skirt.

For just a moment I stiffened my hand, but Ted, with a
gentle pull, started the movement down again. Another
couple of inches, and out along the thigh of the leg I
had on the bed. Now my cunt was exposed, too. With one
leg on the bed, I felt as though my vulva was exposed
and open, the skirt was shielding only one of my
thighs.

I knew at one level when I came into this room I might
- no, probably would - have intercourse - fuck - with
someone other than Tom for the first time.
This was the next
step..

I knew all of that, and decided my skirt was kind of
the last shield between me and him.

If it went, I was even more committed to this. I
thought of Tom, downstairs, and our acting out in the
car, and relaxed my grip. The skirt, no longer
protection, slid off my leg, and off the bed.

He was staring at my cunt.

I couldn't help myself. I put my other hand on his
shoulder, too. I stretched and arched my body, felt
myself moving my knee that was beside him away, and
with my hands on his shoulders, and one foot on the
bed, couldn't be more exposed and available!

I closed my eyes, felt his fingers touch my vulva. I
was so wet and horny that his fingers met nothing but
heat and moisture as he ran them along its lips. And a
finger found its way inside me. The analytical part of
my mind logged it as a first penetration, but
everything else was focused on the physical pleasure.
My legs were quivering - this was what Tom wanted to
know about, and now it was something I wanted to do,
and memorize for him, too. As his finger moved up and
in, I moved to help it penetrate. And watched his face
as I took his wrist in my hand, and guided his hand to
just where I wanted to be touched...

"You haven't done this ever before?" he asked.

"Never."

"Well, then, in that case..."

Now my eyes were closed, and I was enjoying every
second. I muttered something about my body bringing
pleasure to my husband in a different way, tonight. I
felt movement, felt his mouth on my inner thigh, felt
his tongue tracing up, and I arched even more as it
found my clit! A penetration of the second kind! So
different a motion than my husband's. I put a hand on
the back of his head, pulling him to me, feeling
fingers opening me, and tongue and fingers doing new
and strange magic on me. I never had an orgasm standing
up before. I wonder if other woman had as much trouble
standing while it happens?

Ted paused while I shuttered.

When it was over I pushed him away, and still holding
his hand, moved onto the bed, rolled on my side, pulled
him beside me. I felt this warm body, different than my
husband's, all along mine. I guess putting my leg over
his hip was automatic, but it put his cock against my
pelvis!

He was watching me as his hands stoked my back, my ass,
and over my buttocks to my cunt as I stretched and
arched closer to him.

"I can't believe your husband wanted you to do this,"
he whispered.

I closed my eyes, remembering.

"We talked about this happening," I whispered, "and I
told him maybe someone would be kissing and touching
me. He said that would be all right, and he could do
even more.
When I said the only more would be that he might have
sex with me, he said that was OK, too."

I opened my eyes, saw Ted still looking at me. I took
my leg from over him, moved his hands from around me,
rolled on my back.

I looked at him beside me, pulled him towards me.

He moved closer, and then he was kneeling, straddling
me, his knees outside of mine.
He leaned forward, put his hands near my shoulders,
bent to kiss me, while his erect cock pushed at my
pelvis. He lifted away, suspended, arched, over me. I
was now a bit scared, my legs were tight together.

His cock poked at my belly, my pelvis, again.

"Barbara, open your eyes."

I did.

"Are you having second thoughts?"

I nodded.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I moved one leg, pushing at his. He shifted, lifting
his, so I could raise my knee, and got that leg outside
his.

He shifted again, so I could release the other one,
too.

Now, when he straightened he was between my legs, my
knees were up, near his hips, his cock was touching my
pubic hair, my cunt lips were partly open because -
well - I was spread out for him.

"No, don't stop." I whispered, to him, to me, and for
Tom.

He said "Show me what you want - show me exactly what
your husband wants you to do.
Show me what you think would turn him on."

What an exciting, perverted idea. I reached for his
cock. There were a lot of firsts tonight, and I was
very ready for the next one.

I moved my knees up on ether side of his torso, and got
my feet flat on the bed.

I hoped Tom would enjoy hearing about this as much as I
was, doing it.

I lifted/rotated my hips a little, got my knees as far
apart as I could. Ted moved so I could lead the tip of
his penis to the lips of my vagina. Then he held his
position. I moved his cock along my lips, back and
forth a few times - it felt so good, and so odd, too.
"He wants me to do this," I said as I felt, and helped,
its head find the lips, I used my other hand to spread
myself a little wider.

"Don't look at my face now, look there."

We both watched, and I opened myself for this new,
hungry, erect cock. I raised my pelvis and felt the
blunt pressure of his penis's head against me. I moved
so that his cock's head was just parting my lips. I
closed my eyes for a moment, remembering my husband,
and the games we played, and whispered to myself "This
is for you, too." I held his cock, lifted another
fraction, felt myself being forced open, and saw and
felt half its head, then all of it, start to enter me.
I aligned my pelvis as best I could, looked at him, and
said "Let me do this."

I lifted my hips some more, towards this cock. I felt
and saw the shaft of his cock slip into me, opening me,
the head probing, spreading me as I raised myself in
one delicious, long, slow movement. I felt myself flush
red hot. His penis's head pushed the walls of my cunt,
making space in me for that long, hot, veined rod,
going deeper in me than Tom could reach.

Then, pushing, slowly rotating his hips, he moved, too,
until his stiff pubic hair was against my belly, and
his cock was fully seated in me. I could feel his pulse
in it - it was rapture! This new cock fit - I know,
they all do - and I thought "This is how adultery
feels, when your husband approves." I was fucking -
really fucking, now - a man I wasn't married to.

His pressure and weight forced my ass back on the bed -
I realized I had lifted my pelvis a lot to get him into
me. I looked down along our bodies, seeing breasts, my
nipples erect, red, his chest, torsos joined at the
crotch with what looked like common hair, his and mine,
together, touching.

And where the visual part ended, the sexual part began.
I could feel little movements in me as he adjusted his
pelvis's position. His cock would press more on one
place, then another, as though it was searching for,
memorizing, the right spot to erupt. I was full of him,
his heat, his size!

He began withdrawing, exposing what was now a
glistening, wet shaft. That was me, my moisture,
wetting him, lubricating him! I had done, was doing,
what had been unthinkable only a couple of weeks ago!
He withdrew slowly until it was almost out. I watched
and felt his erection disappear in me again, spreading
and stretching me with less effort this time. It didn't
take too long for me to get close to another orgasm,
and I was pretty sure from how hard and fast he was
pushing that he was close, too.

He moved in and out of me slowly, I could feel wetness
everywhere, cool under my ass, hot in my cunt, as he
fucked me: no, as we fucked each other.

You can tell I had an accurate memory until now, but it
became clouded here. I do remember bringing my legs
together again, under him, relaxing them as he pushed,
then hard together, squeezing his cock as he pulled. I
remember my wrists being held above my head by his
strong hands, as his pelvis pushed against, into, mine,
as his cock pushed and stretched and filled and
violated and in its own instinctive way found new
places to give me pleasure. I don't think I could have
been a more enthusiastic partner as he pounded into
me..

In almost too short a time he whispered "Barbara, I
can't hold back much longer! Should I pull out? I
didn't put on a condom."

I felt him throbbing, felt a strong heart beat bounding
in his cock, from him, in me, felt my own little muscle
spasms grabbing at his cock as he started to pull away.
"NO" I said, freeing my hands, grabbing his waist,
holding his hips close. I got one leg out from under
him, then the other, wrapped them around his back,
locked my ankles, and pulled him closer. I tipped my
pelvis so that I was as wider still, and almost hissed.
"Come in me. Give me every drop!"

I watched his face redden, and I felt myself flush and
quiver, too. I loved the way he pushed in, and loved
the way his cock seemed to grow a little longer at the
last minute, reach still deeper in me, and get hotter,
too. I looked down, saw him pull back a couple of
inches, thrust in, again and again, and I could feel
the twitches his cock was making as he ejaculated in
me, grunting, making "Uhhhh!" noises with each spasm as
he came, in time with my own noises. I put a hand on
either side of my cunt, spread it as much as I could,
and pushed against his pelvis. I captured his shaft
between the thumb and fingers of each hand, and began a
milking motion, every drop.

And he delivered. Each time he'd thrust, I heard myself
moan, and met him, with my knees far apart, sometimes
legs bent, sometimes straight out and up, masturbating
him with each stroke, very aware of feeling him push in
me with each spurt, of that very male look on his face.
I'm sure I could feel his semen pumping into me. Tom
wanted me to be memorable for this guy. I was trying.

It seemed to take a long time to empty himself. He was
pushing, stroking, even when I felt, in all that heat
and moisture, his penis finally get a little softer,
get a little smaller.

At last he stopped, paused on me, then rolled off,
trailing a thread of his cum and my lubrication across
our pelvises.

We lay there, both out of breath, both sweating, my
hand stroking his cock, his fingers probing my vagina,
heat radiating from pelvises, coolness from the puddle
of my lubrication under me. I could feel some of his
cum cooling, too, as it leaked from me, could feel his
cock softening in my hand. What a sense of power I had,
and of relief at having gone through this thing for
Tom, and for me.

"I loved it," I said.

"Me too. Thank your husband for me."

A few minutes later, somewhat recovered, I