My wife, Sharon, and I have been married about nine years and are in our early thirties. We have a couple of great kids, two girls, and live in an upscale suburb outside of Dallas. Besides being my wife, and a great mother, Sharon is my absolute best friend in the world and someone that I could bare my soul to without fear of embarrassment. I have been tempted on a few occasions to get involved with 'other' women but I couldn't imagine jeopardizing the deep affection Sharon and I share for a few good orgasms. Sharon felt much the same way. She's very attractive at 5'8" in her heels, with dark brown hair and soft brown eyes that reflect her every emotion. She's been hit on by married and single guys at her work on a regular basis but has remained faithful to our vows throughout. It was a source of pride for her as well as love. Despite having two children, she's kept her 120lb twenty-something figure. She was naturally big in the chest and tends to develop little 'saddle bags' on her thighs so she watches her diet and works out obsessively as well. We'd been going along for a few years focussed on our jobs and raising the kids and seemed to lose that sexual excitement that had been so much a part of our courtship and early marriage. Sex had become pretty much a once or maybe twice a week routine like everything else in our lives. At some point I realized what was happening to us and I wanted to restore that 'playfulness' that we enjoyed previously. I'd had fantasies and dreams on my mind for some time but had never thought to really do them or at least ask Sharon about them. We spent several hours over the next few nights talking about what we liked and fantasied about. She was really delighted that I had broken the ice because she had been feeling pretty low and taken for granted. This had been affecting her self-esteem and her libido at the same time. Our first experience was really pretty simple. Sharon and I were going to spend a Friday and the weekend alone together with the kids staying at her mom's. I'd gone into work in the morning on Friday just to tie up some loose ends. Then I called her with my little 'surprise'. Sharon had been dropping hints about a particular ring she had wanted. It was a bit expensive and she had talked herself out of getting it two or three times. Unknown to her I bought it and wanted to give it to her in a special way. Over the phone I told her I had a surprise for her before we went out on our daytime 'date'. She could have it only if she were sitting in the bathtub, nude when I got home to give it to her. She gave me her little laugh but agreed to do it provided I was home in the next twenty minutes. When I went into the house it was eerily quiet without the kids running around. My pulse was pounding in a way that I remembered from our courtship days. I knew she was up in the bathtub in the nude, contemplating all the erotic fun we were going to have over the next three days. I went up to the bathroom door and pushed it open. Sharon was lounging in the clear water. She had lighted some small scented candles and placed them around the tub and sink. I looked down at her tanned form in the water. Her breasts were dotted with drops of water and her large nipples were firm and erect in anticipation. Her pubic hair was visible between her thighs, trimmed in a narrow strip for her bikini. She looked up with a smile I hadn't seen in some time and said, "Here I am. Still think you married a hot babe?" "Something I just picked up on the way over, maim.", I joked handing her the small package. She unwrapped it quickly knowing instantly what I'd done and exclaimed, "I can't believe you bought this. It's too..." "I'll worry about the price. You just enjoy how it looks on you.", I said cutting her off before she dragged her excitement back to reality. She put the ring on her wet finger. The sparkle of the gem was dim compared to that that was in her eyes as she savored the decadent bauble. She melted into a stream of thanks and I leaned over and kissed her several moments nearly getting pulled into the tub with her. My hand roamed across her wet breast, tweaking her nipple, before sliding into the tub and caressing her vagina between her thighs. She arched up and sighed at my surprisingly rough contact and let me stimulate her clitoris to the point of distraction but not orgasm. "Well, Romeo, what now?", she asked dreamily. I lifted her out of the tub and dried her off carefully. Then, I carried her out to the bedroom in my arms, still nude and hugging my neck. She loved the sense of surrender and caring that my gesture indicated. Sometimes the little things are the biggest turn on. She dressed in plain white bikini panties and bra and a pair of black slacks with a patterned silk blouse. We would determine her final wardrobe once we got to the mall. Her first stop was to her hair stylist appointment where she had her hair cut and styled and her nails, fingers and toes this time, nicely manicured and painted in a glossy mauve tone. There was even time for her to get a quick 'waxing' for her legs, arms, and even her bikini area. When she was done she was as smooth as baby's skin, all over, leaving just a strip of pubic hair for 'interest'. We stopped next at a makeup place that did glamour 'makeovers'. It wasn't cheap but the professional makeup artist there knew how to bring out the best features in any woman's face. With Sharon she had a lovely canvas to start with and she made my pretty wife into a voluptuous vision. It was definitely an 'evening' look, far too dramatic for daytime or the office. She had added some false lashes that made Sharon's eyes look even more soft and feminine that her natural one's did. I was amazed at all the different individual items that the makeup woman used including blusher, lip liner and gloss, three different eye shadows, etc, etc. Sharon was enjoying the attention everyone was paying her and the cares of being a working mom were vanishing in the excitement. When we were done I was almost afraid to kiss her and smear the work of art but she assured me that the lipstick and liner were the 'kissable' kind. I tested the theory for about two minutes, standing with Sharon in a doorway and necking like teen agers. Sure enough, no smears. Modern science is wonderful. Sharon was prepared for my suggestions as we began shopping for her clothes. She knew my male taste in women's clothes would probably get her arrested for solicitation of prostitution if she actually wore them so we had to negotiate some of the details. I did insist that she buy silk stockings, the kind that require a garter belt. It would be a minor concession on her part and she enjoyed seeing the effect she had on me when she wore the now dated undergarments. She also insisted on wearing some kind of panties at least on our first 'date' so we bought a matching black lace bra and thong panties set. The dress and shoes would take the longest. We finally found a dressy black and silver button front dress with a nice bit of decollete and a hem that hit her about nine inches above her knees. The skirt was full and pleated in large loops. It took almost twenty minutes for her to find the shoes I wanted and that she could wear. They were black strap sandals with a full five inch heel, much higher than she would ever normally wear. As she walked about trying them on she commented how short lived our date would be if she twisted an ankle. Fortunately, she was able to adjust after a little practice. Loaded with her new purchases, Sharon retired to one of the fitting rooms in the department store with a pair of scissors I'd brought to remove all the tags on the various items of clothing. When she emerged about fifteen minutes later she had put all her own clothes in the shopping bags and was now dressed to kill in her new, sensuous outfit. I went up to her as she twirled in front of the three way mirror and but my arms around her middle from behind. "How does it feel to be the most beautiful woman in the mall?", I whispered into the soft brown hair that hung over her neck. "I'd forgotten how much fun dress up was. Of course, you haven't seen the really hot stuff yet. The stockings are so sheer they won't last two days without running. Better enjoy them while you can." She quickly reached down and flipped up her skirt in front teasing me with just a flash of her stocking welts and garter straps. No one else could see us. "I'm so turned on with you I could come just looking at you, Sharon", I said with all sincerity. "I suppose it's time to head back to the ranch then?", she said knowing that I was not usually a pillar of patience once the juices started flowing. She was a little anxious herself at this point, too. "Just a bit longer. I want the world to see what a beautiful lover I have." We strolled slowly through the shops, our arms around each other waists, stopping to kiss or just murmur things to each other, like old times. I paid attention to the glances Sharon was getting, especially from the young guys. They would look right at her breasts and then down at her crotch and legs before trying to catch her eye. She knew they were looking and was flattered but she avoided eye contact which might have been misinterpreted. When we had made the full circuit in the mall we headed back to the car in the parking garage. As I opened the door for her and Sharon got in she thanked me with a wonderful flash up her skirt, pulling the hem almost to her waist and giving me the first view I'd had of her lace thong panties. I climbed in the driver's side and began necking with her again. The lot was not busy and we were fairly secluded. She didn't resist when I started moving my hand up under her dress, caressing her thigh and finally cupping her vagina through her panties. Slipping my finger inside, I began stroking up and down her labia. She was very lubricated and had soaked the brand new panties pretty good in only a few minutes of walking around. It said a lot about her state of mind. She wasn't prepared to go all the way to orgasm so soon but I knew it would only whet her appetite for more later on. She was very multi-orgasmic with each succeeding orgasm getting more, not less, intense. She looked up at me both aroused and shocked as I vigorously rubbed her clitoris sending her over the top into her first orgasm, arching up against the seat back and crying out, "Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhhh, Yesssssss." She let down a nice stream of wetness from inside and I quickly gathered what I could on my fingers and licked them clean. Her panties caught the brunt of the wetness but some did leak onto the car seat. We took some tissues and wiped up a moment before starting up for home. It took us less than ten minutes to get back and Sharon was barely through the door before she was unzipping her dress. I had wanted to enjoy a little more upskirt teasing but she was not in any mood for more games. "I need to get fucked. Right now.", she said with an urgency that she hadn't shown since our days in the backseat of my car when we were dating. She opened my shirt and took off my pants in record time. The briefs came down in one pull freeing my erection which had been painfully restrained until now. I was so hard my penis was standing straight out from my body with only a slight upward curve. I hadn't seen that in a while either. I was hoping she'd be up for a little oral sex but she was so worked up she wanted to jump to the 'main' event first thing. There was a whole weekend to do the other stuff in her mind. She knew what most pleasured her and she was going to take control and get it. She liked face to face deep penetration with her hips up high so that my pubic bone would rub on her clitoris. Despite our infrequent previous sexual communication, she had made this point clear several times in the past. She laid back on the living room sofa having lost her dress, bra and panties, and brought up her legs still in her stockings and garter belt. She was offering me her gaping vagina with the classic 'Fuck me' posture and I slid between her legs catching her heels on my shoulders. I loved the look on her face as my penis began to penetrate her, something between surrender and relief. She moaned the entire length of my penis until my balls were resting against her ass. I had forgotten how much she lubricated when she really was turned on. Most of our sex since the kids were born was a bit self-conscious and inhibited. We enjoyed it but had never felt we could really relax, waiting for someone to ask for a glass of water, or comfort them from a bad dream. All that was taken care of and Sharon was letting herself go the way I'd hoped she would. She had her next orgasm within about a minute, then another, then another. It almost scared me she was so vocal and into it but it drove me over the top as well. I let go with my own orgasm, ejaculating with complete abandon, grateful for the tubal ligation she'd had since our last daughter. Our fluids merged inside her body in love and security. I never lost my erection, being about as multi-orgasmic as a male ever gets, and we resumed our lovemaking, this time with Sharon straddling my hips on the carpet. She loved the control of being on top and once she got her clit in the right spot she was off to the races. Just before coming for the fifth time in less than an hour, she pressed into my chest, holding my shoulders for dear life, and grinding her clitoris into the base of my penis. She let down a stream of wetness from inside that made my penis even more slippery inside her than it had been. I took the opportunity to come again, grunting for about fifteen seconds as I savored the feeling of release and pleasure an orgasm that intense gave me. We cuddled a few minutes on the living room carpet having at least taken the edge off our renewed lust. So far, it had been pretty vanilla sex that we'd wanted and gotten. Fantastic, but not really too imaginative and nasty. It was time to do some exploration of Sharon's and my limits. Sharon got up from the floor just a little unsteady but smiling. "I haven't come that hard for five years at least. I'd forgotten how intense we could be together. I love you so much. So, now what? Your wish is my command master.", she said in mock submission which was very unlike her usual feminist attitudes. "Get dressed again but put on the white panties you wore before.", I said referring to her bikini panties still in the store bag. "Ok, but first I need to use the bathroom.", she said heading for the powder room. "No you don't. Just get dressed. I'll tell you when you can go." Her faced flushed at the realization of what I had in mind. She knew my childish fantasies often involved water sports but she had never shared my interest. Still, she had offered to do my bidding. She put her bra and panties back on, then slithered into her new black and silver dress. I had her straighten her hair a bit which had gotten mussed in all our fucking. I took my six foot wooden step ladder out of the garage and set it onto of the tile entry way leading to the living room. "I presume I'm supposed to climb up on that in these high heels?", she asked somewhat amused. I assisted her up the steps so that her feet were about eye level as I stood beside. She had one hand on the top step and the other balancing against the hallway wall. It gave me a delicious view up her dress at her sheer stockings, garters, and the pure white bikini panties that covered her ass and crotch. She could see my penis was at full mast and drooling at the tip which always turned her on. "I hope you know I wouldn't normally do this, but since you've been such a nice boy, enjoy.", she said reconciling herself to satisfying my infantile but powerful wetting fetish. She could put aside almost any of her inhibitions when she felt it was something she could do out of love. I was torn between watching her pantied crotch and her expression of consternation as she fought with her internal feelings. It was difficult for an adult woman like Sharon to wet herself even if her husband wasn't looking on. After a few moments of concentration she began to wet her panties. The yellow stream quickly soaked through the crotch, then shot out right though the material as if it were not there. It continued for a good twenty or thirty seconds, she'd had several cups of coffee that morning, then subsided into a dribble before ending in just a steady drip from the leg hole of her panties. "I hope you plan on cleaning that mess up because I'm not.", she said with all honesty. "Can I take off these panties, they're getting kind of cold." "Not just yet. I'll wash you up later when we go outside. Just hold up your dress for a moment." She lifted the back of her dress and I gingerly climbed two steps so that I could suck the pee from her soaked panties. It was cooling fast and had a salty, metallic taste. I loved her so much for letting me do it and she knew she had made me very happy. She eased down the ladder carefully with my assistance and waited while I soaked up the yellow puddle with paper towels. She was a very horny lady at that moment, but she was also a clean freak. Some things took precedence over fucking. Having relieved herself she was ready for another experience as I was. I asked her if she would like to wash up with the hose in the backyard and she agreed. It was warm and sunny in the late morning and she had often sunbathed in the walled yard behind the house. But always in a bikini at least. It would take quite a bit of extra resolve to go nude outside, let alone have sex. I sat on the lounger watching as she unzipped the new dress and stripped off the yellow stained panties. Her stockings were also wet so those came off as well. In a moment or two she had removed everything and was gloriously naked in the open air. I turned on the garden hose which had been lying in the sun. I had about a hundred feet of warm water in it before the cold house water made it out. I had Sharon stand in the grass in the middle of the yard so I could hose her down. Her eyes were darting about the yard worried that one of the neighbors might be able to look in between the fencing boards but I assured her everyone was normally at work this time of day. I began spraying her using the fine spray setting on the nozzle. It had a spring valve so I could conserve the warm water while getting her cleaned off. When I thought I had done the job she looked back at me, disappointed. "Don't stop now. Just let it get cold. It'll feel great on a hot day like this." I started the fine spray again trying to avoid destroying the hair styling and makeup we'd just paid for. I could feel in the hose when the warm water had run out but I could also see it in Sharon's face. The cold water burst out onto her skin in an instant and she gasped from the shock, squealing in surprise and...delight at the effect it had on her nerve endings. She turned and moved trying to get the stream on her ass and vagina. It was hard to position the spray properly with her standing so I tossed her a plastic chair to sit on. She brought up her legs and I sprayed between them over her gaping vagina, trying to keep the stream steady so she could get it to hit her clitoris continuously. Working together we found the right spot. She was getting used to the chilly water but the sensation on her clitoris of the sharp, fine spray was bringing her to her next orgasm. She had to remain pretty fixed in position to keep the spray on the right spot but her head rocked back as she came and she let out a long, "Ohhhhhhhh", throughout her climax. I shut off the water and pulled her onto the wet grass beside the chair. She was on all fours and I entered her from behind, pushing up almost to her sensitive cervix. We were a couple of doggies in heat, pumping away in the steaming grass under the bright morning sunshine. I reached around her legs and stimulated her clitoris while stroking in and out with my penis. She took a bit longer to come again, not surprising even with her multi-orgasmic constitution, and I filled her vagina with my next load of semen, adding to my copious previous deposits. It was time to give it a rest, but only to recharge our batteries. We dried off and went back into the house to recover. Always the clean freak Sharon had wanted to finish some housework chores. It was fine with me as long as she only wore her new shoes and nothing else while she worked. It was so hot watching my gorgeous wife vacuuming the carpets or dusting the living room in our all too familiar house with not a stitch on but high heels. We had lunch and passed the afternoon talking or resting and watching some horny videos I'd rented. I had gotten several amateur type tapes where women were having their first experiences either with another women or men other than their husbands. At first Sharon was indifferent but as they got more intense in their lovemaking she was watching with the same intensity I was. Of course my erection was signaling my excitement, while her's was harder to read. "Would you be able to have sex in front of a camera like that?", she asked me testing how bad I really was. I turned the question back on her and she said she wasn't sure. There was an easy way to find out. I unpacked the video camera we had only used for birthday parties and holidays before now. Sharon said we should do it in our bedroom where we could get comfortable and stay within the camera frame since we didn't have a camera operator to work things...yet. I suggested she get dressed into something and I'd do the same so that it would look like we were at the beginning and not just jumping into mid fuck. Then I set up the camera so that we could monitor the recording on the large TV monitor in our bedroom. She had put on a print dress she usually wore to church and a pair of black nude pantyhose with no panties underneath. I just wore a shirt and my dress slacks with suspenders. I turned on the camera and she waved and mugged at herself sitting on the bed. The zoom was out almost all the way so I could get all the action but I centered it on the pillow where I new her face would be during normal intercourse. I wanted her expression on tape more than her vagina. With the tape recording I climbed onto the mattress with her. She kept looking over at the monitor seeing what we looked like until I started caressing her legs to get her attention. We started kissing again, our tongues probing each other mouth, and Sharon quickly forgot about the camera lens at the foot of our bed. I pushed up her dress and started kneading her crotch through her pantyhose which were stretched taught over her ass and thighs. She was moaning and breathing faster letting me rub the nylon into her sensitive flesh beneath. She got off my pants, shirt, and briefs, and moved down to my lap to give me the oral sex I had been waiting all afternoon for. I positioned myself so the her head would not block my face in the shot, or my penis when it wasn't in her mouth. Her hand got me hard in a hurry, then she began licking and teasing my gooey tip with her flicking tongue. At last I felt the warm wet folds of her mouth as she eased down onto my shaft and back up again. Her mouth felt so good and so different from the slippery folds of her vagina. She moved faster and faster and I realized that her intention was to get me off orally at least once before fucking again. She worked her hand rapidly at last while holding the last three or so inches of my penis in her mouth. It had the desired effect. I arched up as my testicles pulled into my abdomen and my ass clenched like an iron fist was inside. I had expected to be pretty drained from all the morning activities but Nature has her own rules and I spilled a still sizable load of semen into my wife's soft mouth. Even with my eyes closed I could hear her gulping to swallow every slick drop. It was turn around time. I rolled over and got between her open legs, spreading her vagina for the camera with my two fingers. She was turned on as usual and the pooling of her juices and my semen caused the opening of her vagina to be filled with what looked like liquid soap. I dipped my finger into her and drew out a long strand that I gladly licked off then probed into her searching for more. I really love eating Sharon's vagina. She has a very faint woman scent that I would recognize in an instant as her's. I tongued her ass a bit first getting it wet enough to allow me to probe her anus with one finger while licking her clit. As she started to come I could feel her little spasms on my finger in her ass. She was clenching against it and it added to her pleasure. I was hoping the camera was in the right place to catch her face as she burst out with very vocal display from my tonguing. She never missed a beat as she drew me up into position for intercourse. My penis had resumed its erect state and I was eager to penetrate her again. From our first moments it was deep and intense. Sharon held nothing back as she bucked her hips up against mine extracting pleasure from each stroke. Her vagina was awash and we made a slurping, sucking sound as we fucked. I was careful not to block her face from the camera as I felt her orgasm approaching. When she was just about to come I reached down and stroked her clitoris directly sending her into a convulsive outcry of ecstatic sexual release. I rolled onto my back still inside her and continued my fucking from the bottom position. I could only imagine what the camera was able to see as my penis thrust up into Sharon's vagina from below. At last my climax began and I withdrew a moment before sending a jet of semen up onto her buttocks. It took a few seconds for me to come down from my peak and we kissed and cuddled for a few minutes afterward. At this point we were pretty sexed out and I turned off the camera so we could recover a bit. We replayed most of the tape we'd made and Sharon really enjoyed seeing us so passionate. She thought she looked pretty good for a 32 year old with two kids. When it was over she took the tape and put it in one of her drawers, just for safe keeping she said. We fell asleep for several hours still in the nude and wrapped in each others arms. When we awoke around 3 a.m. I asked one small favor from her. We were still pretty exhausted from sex but I wanted her to go downstairs, open the front door, and just stand out facing the street, nude. I followed her as she nervously unlocked the door, and looked around it making sure that no one was looking toward our house. With a little girl smile on her face she tiptoed in her bare feet out onto the walkway still in relative darkness. Then I turned on all the house lights, and locked the door behind her. If she could have she would have screamed at the top of her lungs. Instead I heard a panicked whisper from the other side of the door, "Open this damned door this instant or I'll kill you. I'm totally naked with all the lights on and somebody is watching from across the street. Will you open the fucking door?" I let her panic subside before letting her back in. She barely looked at me and went back upstairs under the covers to warm up. Before turning out the light she kissed me and told me never do that to her again. She needed to trust me if we were going to explore this brave new sex world together. I was having one of those rare dreams where you are suspended between sleep and being awake. I was standing in front of a class of high school girls from some private school where they still wear the plaid skirts for uniforms. There were several girls sitting at their desks and even on top of the desks with their legs open flashing me their white cotton panties. Some were looking at me and had their hands down inside their panties fingering themselves as I watched back. I was nude in front of them and my penis was in some kind of a suction machine, like they use to milk cows, I think. It felt really good but I knew that I had never actually had and orgasm in a dream. Still, this was really feeling so incredibly...real... and...I was getting...closer...and...closer...to...actually...COMING. I could feel myself ejaculating as I emerged from my semiconscious state. Looking down on the bed I saw Sharon staring back up at me with a face full of come. She had been sucking my morning erection in my sleep and had gotten me to come before I was awake. "I did it. I made you come before you were awake, didn't I. I've had orgasms in my dreams lots of times but I always wondered if guys could do it also. I guess they can. Anyway, good morning." "Sharon, lover, that was a hell of a way to start the day. How long have you been up?" "Oh, I got up about a hour ago to wash up. You really poured it into me yesterday and I needed to freshen up a bit. Look at the sheet, you'll see what happened." There was a huge wet stain on the sheets where she had leaked my semen and her lubrication onto the bed in her sleep. She slid up into my arms and kissed me smelling of soap and shampoo. Her hair was set in rollers but otherwise she was nude. "Well, what's our adventure for today, my love. I thought we could do some touristy things and maybe take in a movie. How's that sound?", she said in her sweet cajoling voice that I couldn't resist. "There's a few unusual tourist traps that we haven't been to yet. Lets have breakfast then we can get ready to go out around noonish when things open. And don't dress just yet I have a small treat in mind downstairs." I washed up a bit just to shake the sleep out of my eyes and rinse my sticky penis and balls. Sharon was downstairs making breakfast in her high heels and wearing only a small apron tied around her waist when I came in. I was holding a large tube of K-Y gel. "I was wondering when you were going to get around to this little pleasure.", Sharon said smiling at the sight of the K-Y. In all our years of marriage we had never actually attempted anal sex. Sharon enjoyed my finger up inside her rectum during normal sex but penetration with my penis had been an unfulfilled fantasy...until now. I had her lean over the kitchen table with one knee up on it and hold her cheeks apart while I prepared her. Taking a generous amount of K-Y, I warmed it a bit with my hand and then began dabbing it on the outside of her anus. Gently, I introduced my index finger into her with the lubrication. It slipped in easily with no discomfort all the way to my knuckle. As I was opening her I talked to her continuously, making sure she felt no discomfort and reassuring her that she could stop me at any point. She was toying with her clitoris and vagina from the front as she savored the more exotic sensation in her backside. My erection was rigid and standing straight out from my body. I applied a film of K-Y to it and pressed the tip into her anus. With the firmness and abundant lubrication, the tip spread her enough to begin the long slow slide of my more rigid shaft. She knew my penis would stretch her more than just a finger but it had a 'give' of its own and her sphincter could compress it a bit unlike a hard object like a dildo. Once I was past her threshold, my penis glided up into her with surprising ease. The firmer muscle tone and thinner walls made the sensation entirely different that vaginal sex. Sharon began rocking slowly using her sphincter to grip and massage me. I'd asked her several times if I was hurting her and she said not at all, it just felt very warm and soft. Our pace accelerated as I held her hips and watched my glistening shaft disappear and reemerge from inside her body. The sensation was exquisite and made all the more exciting because she was doing it for me. Or at least I thought. Her fingers were vigorously stroking her clit and she started coming with an ear shattering shriek. I could feel every one of her orgasm contractions on my shaft, a rhythmic pulsing from deep inside, about one a second. It was so delicious and unexpected that I quickly peaked in my own climax , barely withdrawing in time and sending a jet of white semen up onto her cheeks and lower back. "So?", I asked after cleaning her backside of the semen and excess K-Y that had squirted out. "Not bad. I'd do it again. It felt nasty and dirty but it turned me on. When I came with you in there and my muscles started gripping, wow. The sensation went through my whole tummy rather than just my clit." It had been a really fun morning and the day was young. Sharon decided to wear a dress she hadn't worn in years for our afternoon out. It was a rather short tunic type dress that hit her about ten inches above her knees. She wasn't going to wear stockings with it...or a bra or panties. It would be her first real bottomless experience and she was a bit self conscious as we sat down for lunch. The skirt was tight enough that it wouldn't blow up so she felt secure after a bit that she wasn't going to be 'exposed' unless she decided to do it herself. Her nipples were evident through the fabric but not much more than if she'd worn her bra. They moved quite a bit more as she walked or turned but so many women now go braless that it was not a problem in public. We did a lot of fun things that afternoon, taking a horse carriage through the old part of town, and catching a movie we'd been wanting to see without worrying about whether the babysitter was eating us out of house and home. After a nice dinner out I took her to an adult bookstore. She was the only woman there and was the focus of every guy's attention. We looked through some lingerie and some of the 'toys'. She was very curious about the vibrating egg device and wanted me to buy one so she could try it out. I took her back to one of the video booths and we went inside together. Sharon sat on the seat while I loaded some bills into the machine to give us about 20 minutes of viewing. Her dress was a bit tight to pull up easily so she unzipped it in back and slid it off so that she was nude. The egg went up into her vagina easily since she was very wet and ready. I could see quickly she was enjoying the sensation going on inside her as I was fingering her clit on the outside. From time to time we could hear the door handle being turned as if someone was outside and trying to get in. Sharon's eyes grew wide at the thought of someone wanting to watch us especially in her aroused state with her normal inhibitions suppressed. I told her I could unlock the door and see what happens and she just nodded. She had taken out my penis from my pants and was sucking me as we heard the door begin to open a few moments later. I could not see his face but the person coming in appeared to be a young guy, in his twenties. The store manager was outside behind him looking in as well. Sharon came up for air and continued stroking my shaft as I fingered her clit. None of our visitors said a word but the young guy had taken out his penis and was masturbating as he watched Sharon and me arouse each other. I came first, squirting a load of semen onto Sharon's fist. Then I massaged her clit directly as she lay back with her legs open in plain view. Her arms went up around my neck as her orgasm swept over her and she suppressed her most vocal outcry, gasping her pleasure in more of a whisper instead. After coming, she continued to hold her face against my chest not wanting to see or be seen by the two strange men. They left, closing the door of the booth behind them. Sharon threw on her dress and we walked out of the store without a word. "Did you mind having those other men see me like that? It felt so...wild, to be sitting there open and nude with other men looking at me. I enjoyed it but I kept thinking you'd be crazy with jealousy at my...pleasure." "It's your pleasure that I most love, Sharon. There's nothing that I wouldn't endure to see you like that, lost in passion. It's my greatest thrill." We had one more adventure planned for the evening but first we stopped at home to change and freshen up. I put on a casual shirt and pants while Sharon dressed up in her new dress with her garters and stockings, forsaking her panties again. It would be a bit more risky in the short full skirt she now wore but where we were going no one would mind her flashing a bit. We drove to an all nude bar close to our home. Sitting at one of the small tables, we sipped drinks and enjoyed the nude dancing of several very beautiful and free spirited ladies. There were two or three other couples among the throng of single men but none with a female as gorgeous as Sharon or dressed as provocatively. One of the dancers named Cindi had seen us come in when she was serving drinks as a waitress. When her dance set came around it was clear that she was focussing her attention to a large degree on us, and particularly, Sharon. She and Sharon made frequent eye contact as the shapely blond stripped first from her red and black velvet and satin dress, then to her bra, panties, and stockings, and finally to just stockings and garters. She had shaved her pubic hair and her pale white vulva framed the light pink of her inner lips as she strutted and squatted for Sharon's entertainment. Sharon was watching her both as a woman and as a dancer. A few minutes Cindi's set was over she came back to our table in a black thong bikini and high heels. "Mind if I join in? I saw you two come in and I thought maybe you'd let me buy you a drink.", she said swaying in time the the music that was now playing for the next dancer. She was young, maybe 20 or 21 and a bit thinner than Sharon but with larger breasts, probably augmented. She had medium length blond hair cut very fluffy and a small tattoo just above her bikini waistband on her right hip. In the dim light of the club it was hard to tell what the tattoo was. I invited her to sit with us, surprised that she'd offered to buy us a drink rather than vice versa. I introduced her to Sharon and they shook hands something which she hadn't done with me. Sharon was watching the younger woman with a bit of envy and suspicion as if she were just a tiny bit jealous of her aggressive attitude. "You two out for a fun night? We get a few couples in here but usually they don't look as...together as you two. How did you like my set?", she asked Sharon. "You were great. It looked like a lot of fun up there with all those guys eying you. You must like driving guys nuts like that.", Sharon responded, genuinely curious about the experience. "Yeah. It's a rush the first few times but after a while, you know, same old same old. Kinda like sex unless you do things to keep it fresh. You've got the body for it. Ever consider strutting your stuff when we have amateur night?", Cindi said looking down at Sharon's breasts and legs as she sat crossed legged opposite her at the small table. "Well, the thought of the stripping part turns me on but...you have to know what you're doing or you look like an idiot. I've never tried dancing the way you did up there. You can't just go up there and spread your legs without some of the steps that set it up.", Sharon said interested but reluctant in the suggestion. "It's all pretty basic stuff if you're into just regular club dancing. The main things are not to break the laws by touching yourself or really spreading yourself for a lengthy view. You get busted for lewd conduct if they catch you. Tell you what, we have an amateur night tomorrow. You can drop by my place tomorrow afternoon, say around three, and I'll give you some basic pointers. Then you can enter the amateur contest and see what it feels like." "It might be kind of a fun thing for us, don't you think Sharon?", I said expecting I'd be able to watch her 'lesson'. "I think it would be best if just Sharon and I worked on the routine. She'd be able to focus on the steps and not get...distracted with you there. You can drop in the club alone and pretend to pick her up after her set tomorrow night. It'll be fantastic." , Cindi said trying to really 'make the sale'. "Well, Ok. You can drop me off at her place.", Sharon said to me, "I'll ride with Cindi to the club if that's ok, then we'll go home in our car when I'm done. I guess if I can get off in front of two strangers a few dozen more won't bother me." Cindi gave me instructions on how to get to her apartment and told Sharon to bring a bikini and a leotard for her 'lesson'. She'd put together a costume for Sharon before her set. We finished our drinks and said good bye as Cindi gave us both a cute wink before we left. I got in the car in the parking lot and before I could turn the key Sharon was around my neck kissing me passionately. "I don't want to go home just yet", Sharon said to me between French kisses. "Nobody will care if we make love right here. I've just had the most incredible sexual day of my life and I don't want it to end." She was really worked up and I could only attribute it to her anticipation over her nude dancing debut. I slid over into the passenger seat, pushing it all the way back and lowering the seat back. She unzipped my pants and pulled them off, then lifted her dress enough for me to locate her wet vagina by feel. As she impaled herself on me, her dress covered our union from any interested passers-by but our thrusting was unmistakable. In only a few moments we had an impromptu audience of semi-inebriated men staring in the car windows as we fucked with passion. We were totally lost in lust and came almost simultaneously after ten or so minutes of wild intercourse. It was after two a.m. on Saturday and we needed to get back to our place. We still had a busy day planned for tomorrow. I dropped off Sharon at Cindi's apartment around three the next afternoon. She gave me an anxious kiss as she got out and I had the feeling she was not telling me everything that was on her mind. I would have four hours to kill till about seven when the amateur contest began then we'd just have time to pick up the girls from Sharon's mom. It wasn't exactly how I had hoped to spend the last hours of our wild weekend but I knew it would be memorable for Sharon so I didn't complain. I got to the club around six thirty but neither Sharon or Cindi had arrived yet. Then the amateur nude dancing contest started and I had a few drinks watching some of the other women. The first woman was in her twenties and looked like she'd done this before. She stripped and danced very confidently almost as if she were professional. It was the second woman that interested my more. Her name was Linda and she looked to be twenty-five or thirty with a nice but not spectacular figure. She was dressed in just a common day dress, a light blue and white print, with plain pantyhose and three inch black high heels. She had a real girl-next-door look and I thought the guy sitting at the front table was her husband or boyfriend, probably the one that talked her into stripping. As the music started she began to dance the way a woman would dance ordinarily at a bar or club. She was clearly not a professional and just a little scared as she pranced about mostly just swinging her dress over her waist in kind of a tease. She had on nude pantyhose and pink bikini panties underneath. Eventually she unzipped her dress and let it fall to her feet. Then she stopped and stood on the stage to unhook her bra and remove it. She had a flushed look on her face but managed to smile and resume dancing after exposing her nice, but smallish breasts for the admiration of the crowd. Finally, it was time to go nude. She had probably never done anything so exhibitionist in her life and now she was expected to take down her pantyhose and panties in front of a roomful of strangers and expose her genitals for all to see. It was against all her proper instincts as a woman and a lady but something, some deep inner desire, gave her the will to do it. Standing silently on the stage between numbers, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slipped both garments to her knees. After removing her high heels she finished the job a bit awkwardly, remembering to put her shoes back on just before the music started up. I loved her expression. She was smiling in triumph mixed with fear and shame as she began dancing again, this time with her neatly trimmed pussy in plain sight. She did some partial squats and bend overs, flashing just enough of her inner pussy to be legal. I tried to catch her eye a few time to offer her encouragement but she was focussed on just one table, the one with her husband smiling up in delight. When the music ended she gathered her pile of clothes from the stage and held them against her as she walked down the stage steps to the dressing room. Her buttocks were jiggling as she walked past my table. I looked right at her and told her she was beautiful in the nude. She smiled and said thanks before dashing off. By now it was past 7:45 and I still hadn't seen Sharon come in. Then they announced her and I sat back to see what she had learned. She came out looking radiant with her hair and makeup all perfect. For her costume she was wearing an all white bride's lingerie ensemble. She had a white corset with white lace top stockings attached to the four garters and white lace thong panties. On her head she wore a bridal veil and carried a small bouquet to complete the erotic illusion that she'd just taken off her wedding dress and was now prepared to dance nude for the audience. My penis was stiff in my pants as my mind returned to the vision I had of her on our wedding day in her beautiful white lace gown and train. I could see all the wedding pictures we had taken at the reception and the obligatory shot of Sharon with her gown pulled up, sliding down her bridal garter. It was the perfect costume for her...to turn me on. She must have picked it herself. In the lights she couldn't see where I was so she danced for the crowd which was probably better for her chances to win. Her dancing looked really hot, very fluid and confident as she moved and turned about the stage. The song was only on a few moments when she started peeling down her thong panties. Usually, the dancers waited for their last number to exposed everything but Sharon was now dancing for herself and she wanted everyone to see her little 'surprise' the entire time she was up there even if the rest of her body was covered. My eyes widened in delight as she turned and I saw what her surprise was. She was completely shaved, as smooth in front as her buttocks in back. Her white vulva framed her fully visible labia with no possibility of modesty from even her bikini mohawk pubic strip. As she squatted and opened her thighs exposing her pussy, her face became transfixed as if she were in another internal world of her own. She remained that way far longer than any lewdness law would allow giving the crowd a leisurely display of her womanhood. The men responded with applause and shouts of encouragement unlike they had done with any of the previous dancers. She bent over with her knees locked a few times and grabbed her ass cheeks as she did, pulling herself open from behind. The manager was panicked that a vice officer was in the place but so far, no problem. By her last number she had removed everything but her white strap five inch high heels and the veil on her head. She played with her breasts feeling her nipples and enjoying the warm sensation under the bright Klieg lights overhead. Before the last seconds of her final number she did something which would clinch her winning the contest but get her forever banned from returning. In her final prolonged squat she turned full face toward the appreciative and stunned male audience and inserted her two fingers into her very wet pussy then pulled them out and licked them as the music faded with the lights. The applause lasted several moments after she had left and there were even calls for an encore. Needless to say the audience decided to award my wife, Sharon, the prize of 500 dollars. When I found her after the award she had already changed into a sweatshirt and jeans, her 'mommy' clothes. Cindi was there also, dressed in an incredibly short black dress that barely covered her ass. They were being lectured by an overweight older woman in a woman's suit with fishnet stockings. I caught only the tail end of the reprimand. "I don't care what you're little game was, Missy", the woman said to Sharon. "You were damned lucky that the vice guys were hitting one of the other bars tonight and didn't bust all of us for you're little 'stunt'. You've had your fun but don't hang around here again, Ok? Am I clear? And watch yourself, Cindi, you're on thin ice as well." Sharon looked over at Cindi who was giving the older woman the finger as she turned her back on them. Then Cindi spotted me and broke into a big smile. "Your wife was great, wasn't she?", Cindi said as I gave Sharon a congratulatory kiss. "A few more minutes and she'd have gotten this place raided and closed permanently. She's one horny lady." "I can't tell you how much you...helped me today, Cindi. You were really... a great...teacher.", Sharon said in a way that carried some deeper meaning. As I turned to leave with Sharon she gave Cindi a kiss, a lingering kiss on the mouth that was beyond friendship or camaraderie. It was intimate. We drove in silence for a few moments before I asked her about her experience. She said she was really turned on as she danced up there because she couldn't really see the audience in the lights but she felt them looking at her. She had picked out her costume as I suspected because it reminded her of our wedding and because she loved the lacy feminine look of the bridal lingerie. Then I asked her why she broke the rules. "Actually, it was Cindi's idea. She said it would guarantee that I'd win. She knew who the vice guys were and didn't see any so it was safe to finger myself. I could have done a lot more but the music ran out." "Do you do everything that Cindi tells you?", I asked in a more sarcastic tone that Sharon detected. "Huh? What do you mean?", she questioned. "I saw the kiss you gave her. You kissed her like you'd just gotten back from six months sea duty. What went on at your rehearsal, Sharon? Did you and Cindi...make it?", I asked with a forceful tone that demanded an answer. There was a pause as Sharon looked out the window at the passing buildings. Then she answered my inquiry. "We've really done a lot of wild and fun things this weekend and I loved all of it. Some of the things like having sex in the backyard or at the bookstore were great for both of us. Some of the things like when you had me pee in my panties on the ladder were fun stuff...for you. I loved doing them for you because I could see how hot it made you but they were your thing mostly. Cindi was something I did for...me. Yes, darling, Cindi and I fucked, almost from the first moment I got there. I'd known the first time she looked at me what she really wanted." "I'm not mad or anything.", I said reassuringly, "Just a little...surprised. I never knew that was one of your fantasies, to fuck another woman." "Cindi was the only kind of woman I could respond to. She was very aggressive, almost like a man, and her attention and lovemaking still let me feel like a woman but still enjoy the different feel and smell of another woman's body. Don't get nervous, darling, I still prefer you.", she said with a little laugh. "With a woman the sex is fun and sensual but its not the kind of...committment you have when you...fuck a man." "What do you mean?", I asked. "When we fuck I have to open myself to you and allow you to put your penis inside my body. Its a physical and psychological joining that can't be experienced with a woman even with those stupid strap on dildo thingies. Its a man's body inside my own body that makes that sex so...precious. Even when Cindi and I were sucking each other's pussies I never felt that I was cheating on you. Can you understand, I hope?" I put my arm around my beautiful, hot wife and we drove on, our wild weekend at an end. We got the kids at Sharon's mom's house and brought them back to our own home. Sharon became again the caring mother and wife that was such a part of her total female being. She moved between roles easily and as we kissed good night she was anxious to know when we would next be able to explore our limits. Even between our 'wild weekends' we still found time for some different experiences, at least once the girls had fallen asleep for the night. It wasn't quite as uninhibited but certainly a lot better than just the usually routine fucking. Sharon was sitting in bed wearing a pink satin teddy with a snap crotch. She had resumed wearing sexy things to bed rather than just pajamas since our sexual renaissance. On the bed she had several magazines and was reading one of those 'forum' columns. "Here's a couple that sounds even wilder than us. The woman says before they have intercourse they give each other a two or three quart enema. Then they hold it in during sex and let go after their orgasms. That even hurts just to think about it.", Sharon said holding her tummy and grimacing in mock discomfort. "I guess even I have my limits. No way am I going to try that.", I said agreeing with her assessment. Then Sharon asked me something that had been interesting her for some time. "Darling, what is with you and...peeing? I mean, why is that such a turn on for you? Its seems kind of childish." "It is. It's all from my childhood. When I was five or six and shopping with my mother, she would take me into the woman's restroom with her so I wouldn't run off. I'd go in the stall with her and watch her pull up her dress and pull down her girdle, panties, and stockings and sit on the toilet. I couldn't see her peeing but I could hear the sound and I remember getting aroused, even at that age. Her pubic hair was very dark and went up almost to her navel. I could just make out the outlines of her vagina as she wiped herself but it was the most sexual thing I'd ever seen to that point in my life. When she was washing her hands I crouched down and looked under several of the stalls. There were other women and girls in there with their panties and stockings around their ankles and I could hear them peeing as well. I can still picture it in my mind as if it happened yesterday." Sharon was her usual understanding self. It was hard for her to really grasp the power of such a male fetish fixation. Her own experiences of peeing in front of her boy cousins was pleasant but not something she was compelled to revisit. Her pleasure, as always, was unselfish. "Maybe you'd like to help 'mommy' in the bathroom right now?", she said lapsing into her role playing mode. "I really need to go." She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. After unsnapping her teddy she pulled it over her head, standing nude except for her casual house slippers with their modest three inch heels. She was going to sit on the seat but it would not permit my easy access to her. After wiping the porcelain rim she sat directly on the bowl supporting herself with her hands beneath her buttocks. I held her labia open enough to allow her stream to shoot out rather than dribble into the bowl. After a moment she relaxed and her stream began to flow, a yellow ribbon gushing from inside my beloved wife's body. I sat between her legs with my own legs around the base of the toilet. Leaning into her crotch, I smelled her urine scent for a moment then put my tongue directly in her stream. It was salty and warm like her body but had very little other taste. "Don't drink it, you goof.", Sharon said as she looked down and saw me swallow some of the urine that had been directed into my mouth. "God, you're such a pervert." As I licked up over her clitoris while her stream was flowing she added, "A very...mmmmm...talented...ohhhhh...pervert...but a pervert." Her stream subsided as I stimulated her clit. She was moaning and her breathing was racing faster and faster. The dampness from her pee was quickly replaced by the thicker fluid of her vaginal secretions. Before she could get off, I stopped and had her lay her tummy across the bare porcelain bowl. She had just taken her shower and smelled of soap and body lotion as I licked up the back of her thighs, then parted her ass cheeks and began rimming her. If the peeing had been for my benefit, her pleasure at having her ass licked was definitely her own. I probed up into her as far as my wet stiff tongue would permit while teasing her clitoris from below. Her head was hanging down almost to the floor as she supported herself by her arms. She was shaking her hair and moaning deeply as her orgasm approached. Finally, I reamed her as far as possible with my tongue and drove her to orgasm with my finger. "Ohhhhh...ohhh I'm co...coming...yesssss...ohh...OHHHHH...OHHHHH...OHHHHHHHH." Sharon was left gasping and shaking on the toilet. As she straightened up I could see her face was red and flushed. She could see my stiff erection and decided to get me off her own way. "You're a very bad boy and Mommy is going to have to punish you.", she said knowing my spanking fetish from an earlier bedtime conversation. "Now, give me that hairbrush." She lowered both the toilet seat and lid and sat her bare buttocks back down on it. Then I laid across her soft thighs with my penis nestled between them and my ass below her right side. She moved her thighs back and forth over my penis a bit before smacking me with as much force as she could muster with the bristles of the hair brush. It was no love tap, she was spanking me with vigor. My buttocks turned pink and burned with each smack but the friction with her thighs aroused me at the same time and I only wanted more. After giving me at least a dozen solid smacks she lost her resolve to inflict further pain on her husband. I got up long enough for her to kneel down in front of the toilet. When I tried to sit on the lid my bottom was just too sore so I lifted it and sat just on the seat. Sharon moved between my legs and began licking and sucking my erection, stroking my balls with her fingernails from below. She took me deep into her mouth until I felt the back of her throat on my tip. With slow deliberation she slid her lips and tongue over my slippery shaft until there was no holding back possible. I arched up partly expecting Sharon to back off and take my ejaculation on her face but she was undeterred. With her soft mouth sucking me all the way I ejaculated into her throat. I could hear her gulping every strand of semen as I finished the last of my convulsive orgasm. She came up and sat across my lap as I sat on the toilet. I French kissed her with my semen taste still in her mouth. Her saliva was salty and sticky from the protein she had just ingested. As I regained my composure I could only think how lucky I was to have such a passionate and imaginative woman as Sharon for my wife. Whatever we appeared to the rest of the world we would always have our 'secret' intimate life with each other. It was a bond that transcended physical pleasure. It was spiritual. The following week Sharon got a call from Cindi asking if we wanted to double date with her and her new boyfriend Jason. Jason was a reserve player for our pro football team and also something of a jazz buff. He had four tickets to a concert at the local jazz club and thought we'd enjoy it more than Cindi's other airhead friends. Both Sharon and I love contemporary jazz and we knew how difficult to get and expensive the tickets were so we agreed to go with them. After giving the sitter instructions we drove to Cindi's apartment where we'd meet and all drive to the concert in one car. Sharon was really dressed nice in a short blue jersey dress with a wrap skirt and tie around the waist. She'd decided to wear thigh tops and sandal high heels since this was a casual but adult concert. She also wore white thong panties over my objections, mainly because we'd be sitting and she didn't want to 'leak' onto her skirt if she started getting turned on. At least she did go without a bra allowing the soft jersey material of the dress to cling to her breasts sensuously. We went up to Cindi's apartment and she let us in. She was wearing a black straight leather mini-skirt and white silk blouse with no bra underneath. Her breasts were plainly visible through the sheer silk, no doubt the way she preferred it. She introduced us to Jason who was about our age and a very muscular black athlete. He was my height at 6'1" but had wide shoulders and big arms from working out. He was wearing a white pullover shirt and black nylon pants with athletic shoes, a bit more casual than I would dress but reasonable for the jazz club. We hit it off pretty well since he like football and jazz, two of my favorite subjects. He also enjoyed talking with Sharon who could hold her own on contemporary jazz artists. Cindi was kind of left out but she enjoyed being with her pro football boyfriend no matter where they were. It was a real ego trip for her, I sensed. I could also tell that Sharon was a bit taken with him. He was physically in spectacular shape but also had a charm and intelligence that appealed to her as well. When he helped Sharon with a door I saw her brush up against him flirtatiously, harmless fun at this point. Cindi had noticed it too and probably expected it. Not to be outdone she took every opportunity to 'bump' into me or stand very close up against me waiting in line, letting me inhale her faint floral fragrance. Not that we weren't affectionate with our own partners. Sharon and I had become very fond of putting our arms around each other, touching frequently, and just kissing for no reason when the mood struck. Our cuddling got Cindi in the mood and she and Jason exchanged intimate touches and kisses almost in competition with Sharon and me. I noticed our little courtship routine was even turning on other couples at the club who found their own intimate moments with their dates and spouses. The two women sat in the middle two seats with Jason and me flanking them on either side. With the lights down and the music sweet my hand soon found its way under Sharon's skirt to caress her thigh. As I was looking over across her I caught Cindi's eye who could see what I was doing with Sharon. Looking right at me she began reaching up Sharon's other thigh pushing her skirt back above her thigh top stockings. Sharon had my hand on the inside of her left thigh and Cindi's on the inside of her right thigh and we were slowly pulling her legs apart. We were quickly getting carried away in a public place and Sharon eventually broke off before either of us could get a hand on her crotch. But the excitement really had us worked up. As we were leaving Sharon and Jason decided to try to get an autograph from the artist and headed backstage leaving me alone with Cindi. Before they were even out of sight Cindi wrapped her arms over my neck and started kissing me with her tongue. "You guys ever hear of a swing party? I feel like going back to my place and getting real wild with you two. Do you think Sharon would make it with Jason?", she asked concerned that Sharon was not as casual about marriage vows as she was. "I'd be real surprised the way Sharon feels about sex with other men. She'd feel she was cheating on me. She takes her marriage seriously and so do I actually. I know you two have fucked but neither of us felt that was anything but good, horny fun. Maybe if she were really in the mood she'd do it but otherwise, no way. I couldn't see making it with you unless Sharon was also ready to swing, much as I'd love to, Cindi". "Would she mind if she and I fucked for you two guys? It might just turn her on to the point of no return with Jason. If it doesn't you two can have sex in front of me and Jason and we'll do the same. Not really swinging but a 'group sex' trip. Let me talk to her first. She might understand better if I put it to her than if you do. Just my female intuition, I guess." Sharon came back with Jason beaming with excitement from the several autographs they managed to get. I went out with Jason to get his car from the valet leaving Cindi and Sharon alone to talk. When they joined us I could see from Cindi's expression that she'd gotten Sharon interested in at least part of the proposition. We went back to Cindi's place and had a glass of wine before beginning the festivities. Cindi told Jason what she wanted to do with Sharon and he smiled from ear to ear. He asked Sharon if she would mind if he recorded everything with his video camera. It was just personal stuff of him and Cindi and Cindi could keep the tape if Sharon preferred. With that assurance Sharon consented to being video'd with Cindi. Sharon was standing in front of the sofa as Cindi came up and began touching and drawing her to her. It was an incredible turn on to watch the two beautiful women, one blond and very young, the other dark brown and somewhat more mature as they French kissed, tasting each others mouths in breathless excitement. Cindi's fingers soon found the tie to Sharon's dress and undid it letting the blue jersey print fall open. Jason's camera scanned Sharon's body from head to foot as she slipped the dress off her shoulders and Cindi began licking and tonguing her exposed, erect nipples. Cindi hadn't even started undressing but she pulled down Sharon's white thong panties leaving Sharon the only nude except for her thigh top stockings. Her shaved vulva and light pink inner lips made Jason take a breath and I knew he was as aroused at the sight as I was. Sharon began unzipping Cindi's dress and Cindi quickly finished the job. She had black mesh panties underneath which she slid down as Sharon fell onto the leather sofa. As Cindi kneeled between Sharon's thighs and began licking her I had to undress or my cock would have snapped from the pressure of my erection. The sound of Cindi's wet tongue slurping and lapping at my wife's open pussy was riveting. Sharon was at first rather quiet, then her murmurs and moans became more apparent as she grew more aroused. It was incredible watching her get turned on from a distance rather than being in contact with her while we made love. Her eyes were moist and her mouth uttered incomprehensible syllables of passion with the lapping of her clitoris. I had heard her murmurs in my ear many times but it was different this time. Cindi was relentless with her tongue. In a moment of sheer beauty, Sharon arched up off the sofa and exploded in an unexpected quick, convulsive orgasm that surprised all of us with its suddenness. Then Cindi had Sharon lie flat on the sofa while she straddled her shoulders, bringing her pussy down on Sharon's face. She leaned down and resumed her oral stimulation from the 69 position. Sharon had opened Cindi's pussy from below and was sucking her clit into her mouth. Cindi's juices were flowing freely and Sharon had a glaze of clear lubrication from her nose to her chin as she dove into Cindi's fragrant pussy. Cindi was the next to arch up in an orgasm that left her thighs quivering as she squeezed them against Sharon's smiling face. Before Sharon could come another time, Cindi looked up, her face glistening, and said to me, "Why don't you come over here and fuck your beautiful wife? I think she's in the mood don't you?" "Oh God, yes. Fuck me now. I need to get fucked so bad.", Sharon said somewhat muffled by Cindi's pussy in her face. Cindi rolled off and Sharon drew up her thighs to offer me her vagina. It was gaping and deep pink from the sucking Cindi had given it but very sensitive. I eased my erection into her and we started thrusting as Jason captured the event for posterity. I had her bucking and moaning for her next orgasm but I interrupted her two or three times until she was starting to get frantic. Then in mid fuck I withdrew as she looked up flushed and sweating. "Don't stop. Please, I'm so horny like this. I can't just stop.", she said verging on panic. "I want Jason to finish for me, Sharon. I know you like him. I want to see you in his arms and let him make you come. You're ready." She tried to shake her head but her need was more than she had expected. Jason had already undressed and his large black erection stood out from his body like a velvet billy club. He slid between my wife's quivering thighs and placed his penis just outside her vagina. "I won't do it", he said in a low voice, "unless you want it, Sharon. You've got to ask for it." "Oh shit, yes I want it. Fuck me Jason. I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. Please, hurry before I scream", Sharon begged totally beyond any inhibitions she might have previously known. Jason slid his penis up into my wife's wet pussy and she took him into her body as she had done me so many times before. Her face softened in that expression of female surrender that had entranced me from the first time we'd made love, nine years ago. She began the tongue kissing and all the other intimate expressions that lover's do with Jason as they thrust and rocked together on the leather sofa. I heard her orgasm begin deep in her throat, a kind of hoarse gasp, then exploded in a shower of cries, "Ohhhhhh...Ohhhhhhh...Ohhhhhh...OHHHHHHHHHH." Jason never stopped and quickly brought Sharon to another, and then a third orgasm. He turned her over on her tummy and entered her from the rear, doggie style. She came again, this time rubbing her own clitoris from below, something she had never done with me in all the time we were married. He was overcome with her power and need and his own orgasm swept him like a tidal wave. Unable to withdraw quickly enough he spilled his entire load of semen into my wife's vagina, then rolled onto the floor, drained and sweating. "Oh man", Jason said, "that is some goooood fucking. Whew!". I came over to Sharon who was still recovering, face down and sweating herself on the leather seat cushion. "I guess...I got...a little carried away. I just couldn't stop and I had an idea you'd do something like that. Did you enjoy seeing me fuck another man, darling?", she asked still gasping. "More than words could ever say, Sharon. Can I have the next dance?", I said as I lifted her buttocks up off the cushion. I entered her from behind just as Jason had done moments before. His semen was still inside her, warm and liquefying quickly, mixing with her own juices. It was so wet and warm and sensual inside her and I was so close to coming already that it only took a minute before I came myself. I ejaculated a heavy load of semen into on top of what Jason had just contributed. I rested on her back, caressing her bare skin as I caught my breath. Looking over across the room I could see Cindi seated in a chair with her legs up and she was masturbating herself as Jason continued to tape. Both Sharon and I sat transfixed. I had never seen Sharon masturbate herself and the sight of Cindi doing it was intensely exciting. She began touching her labia and around her clit, then probed two or three finger into her wet vagina with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. We could hear her climax build until she let out an ear shattering shriek. From somewhere inside her vagina several spurts of clear thin fluid jetted out and onto the carpet in front of her chair. She rubbed the remaining fluid that oozed out of her all over her belly and breasts before getting up and smiling for Jason's camera. "Don't get off the sofa until I get a towel.", Cindi told Sharon. She returned with a dishtowel from the kitchen and handed it to Sharon. As she quickly stood up, Sharon slid the towel between her thighs. She began leaking Jason's and my semen from her pussy in long threads that drooled onto the towel. When it looked like the flow had stopped she wiped her pussy with a clean area of the towel. The four of us, all nude except for Sharon's stockings, sat around the leather sofa and shared some more wine as we reviewed what we'd done. Sharon had crossed a huge bridge for her and survived. She understood now that what she and I had was more than just the fucking, we had a life together. She had sincerely enjoyed fucking another man, as long as I was with her the whole time. Jason was glad to have met her and they exchanged sensuous kisses during our chat without self-consciousness. Cindi had amazed us all with her female ejaculation talent and she offered to help Sharon learn to do it as well. Before leaving I fucked Cindi on the living room floor while Sharon sat in Jason's lap stroking his penis watching. Cindi was a wild girl and liked rough sex with lots of dirty talking the whole time. We came almost together which surprised Sharon somewhat. She was still a little sensitive about what she considered her spiritual lovemaking with her husband. As Cindi came, I just had the tip of my penis inside her and she spurted her juice onto my shaft and balls. Jason enjoyed that enough to come himself all over Sharon's soft hand. All in all, it was beyond anything I'd ever hoped to experience sexually in my life. With Sharon's enormous love and erotic nature there were now no limits to what we could enjoy together in the future. We had begun our adventure as a bored married couple but with Sharon's sexual awakening and our abiding love we were now joined in a bond of pleasure and trust greater than any we had ever experienced before.