I’m writing this for an online friend, Sue. She contacted me and asked if I’d help her write the story of her erotic experience with one of her husband’s co-workers three years ago, when she was thirty five. I pieced her story together from her many e-mails. Although it’s impossible to be certain, after all our e-mails back and forth, I’m totally convinced her story is 100% factual. I wrote the story in the first person as that’s how she relayed it to me.
I met my husband, John at university where I was studying for a communication degree and he was into marketing. We were both taking a psychology unit and started studying together on Friday nights. John was serious about his studies and I thought he was a little boring. He thought I was out of his league.
John started asking me out for dinner and eventually dancing after studying. It wasn’t love at first sight, or second, or third, but he was persistent and one Saturday he arrived at my parents’ home where I was staying for the weekend, with chocolates for my mother and tickets to a football game for my father. They thought he was lovely. I asked him who he wanted to take out, my parents or me? I was twenty four then, living away from home and my father still flicked the porch lights off and on if he thought I was in the car too long with a guy!
The clincher for my father and me was when John invited my parents out for dinner, he picked them up in a Maserati. They didn’t know it was borrowed, his boss’s car.
John and I dated four years before we married. I was twenty five and he was thirty. Neither of us had very much of a sex life before we were married, I had a few boyfriends, with only one sex partner before John. He didn’t have any experience with girls when we met and was a virgin the first time we made love. We were both so nervous! John was the most gentle, considerate man I had ever met. I knew he wouldn’t ever hurt me, either physically or emotionally. In bed He was only concerned about making me happy, not himself. There weren’t any fireworks, but I loved him for his caring for me. What he might have lacked in intercourse, he more than made up for with his mouth, his fingers and his love. It was a very, very pleasant experience! Unfortunately, over the years, like so many other couples I read about, our lovemaking has waned and has become routine and predictable.
At our wedding reception, we had a funny incident. The best man asked all the women in the room to stand up that John had asked on a date; All three bridesmaids, four of my cousins, my mother and two of John’s male friends stood up. When he asked all those who had actually been on a date with John to remain standing, only the two men remained. His point – I didn’t have much competition! When he asked all the men who had dated me to stand up, twenty men stood, including John’s boss. John was getting a very experienced woman. I only wish!
Actually, I regret not getting more sexual experience before John and I were married. I often wondered what other men would be like. After marriage, I was exclusively John’s and I thought I’d never know. The longer we’ve been married, the more I wondered. That is, until a resort week at the Sheraton Mirage, ten years later.
I’m a communications teacher at a College of Technical and Further Education in Sydney, Australia, teaching business writing, public speaking, meeting procedures etc. John is a sales manager selling apartment units for a housing construction company. John’s company was doing very well and decided to send four managers to the Sheraton Mirage on the Gold Coast for a week’s vacation as a reward for the sales unit doing so well. One of the managers, Ray, wasn’t initially invited, but when one of the others had to withdraw from the trip due to an illness, Ray was invited in his place.
Ray was an up and coming manager, quite a lot younger than the rest, who thought he was much better than he actually was. John told me that Ray wasn’t particularly respected at work as he was more interested in his promotions and competing with others than in working as a team member improving the company itself. In particular, he was one of John’s rivals at the company, but was constantly falling short on his job performance and had resented not being rewarded with the resort trip initially.
When we arrived at the resort, the company provided John and me a very nice Mercedes sports car rental; the resort staff were all young, very attractive and attentive (especially to John); and all of our suites had a bar specially stocked with our favorite drinks. Ours had sparkling wine for me, the very best scotch for John and they were re-stocked daily. Our towels were all monogrammed with the initials of our first names. The company and the Sheraton had gone all out to assure us a fantastic week!
The first night at the resort, we were greeted with a very elegant dinner/dance. I wanted to look nice and wore a black raw silk, backless cocktail dress and black stockings. I’m 5’5”, brunette, and have a very feminine figure, 34-c, 28, 34. Men always seem to notice my legs and boobs. My husband and others have told me that they think I’m very pretty (I can attest to that. Sue sent me a picture of herself and she is definitely a very beautiful lady). The cocktail dress showed off my 'assets' and John loved me wearing it. He enjoyed other men being envious of me being his wife at functions. I have always enjoyed harmless flirting with men and John enjoys watching, knowing that they have no chance.
I love sex, but never with anyone other than John since we were married. But there are times when I would like him to be more enthusiastic, more creative, more assertive, even a bit aggressive in our lovemaking. Unknown to me at the time, I would find all four at the resort, but not with John.
The other three managers knew each other well and were leaving Ray and Roslyn, his wife, out of their social circle, so I went over to where they were sitting and struck up a conversation with them. I hadn’t ever met Ray before and from what John had told me, I assumed he was a cocky young man. In fact, I discovered that he and Roslyn were very pleasant and I was enjoying visiting with them very much. Ray was very good looking, about 6’ tall, quite fit, several years younger than me and an excellent conversationalist. Roslyn seemed quiet and shy, but extremely attractive.
After a short time, the other two wives joined us. It’s common in Australia for the wives to be in one group and the husbands in the other, but Ray stayed with our group. Shortly after, the music changed and Ray asked me to dance. I learned that he was an exceptional dancer and knows his way around the dance floor. Shortly, everyone started dancing and soon the floor became very crowded. John was dancing with the other wives, obviously enjoying himself very much.
Ray was quite charming and an excellent conversationalist as well a dancer, but it was his touch, the way he ever so gently but purposefully touched my bare back, almost searching, stroking, sliding, not rudely, but feather like, occasionally dropping a bit lower. He was whispering in my ear, his hand constantly moving and searching. His eyes held my gaze and I was almost mesmerized by him. The touching, the flattery, the whispering continued every time we danced together. He was softly spoken, complimentary, polite and very tactile. I quickly started to enjoy dancing with him. I’m a good dancer and so was he. Ray held me close and kept touching my back with his fingertips, seeming to be looking for a spot on my back somewhere. At the same time he kept whispering in my ear so that I could feel his breath on my neck and ear. Occasionally Ray would gently but firmly hold me tight up against him so that I was aware of his body. When he did this his hand would slip onto my backside so that I couldn’t move away, asserting his control.
Ray told me how much he loved my dress, how it clung to my body, what a great figure I had and how he liked that I was braless (I actually needed a bra as it exposed too much of my nipples, but couldn't wear one with the dress). He was also subtly asking me about John, what he was like away from work, how long we had been married, how happy I was with him, what we did socially etc. Despite myself I was answering his questions. Then Ray found what he was looking for: my weakness. I love to be touched just above where my bum cheeks meet and I gasped when Ray stroked there, especially when his fingers slipped between my cheeks, tracing the top of my g string. I was his from then on that night, as long as he kept those exploring fingers moving on my body. The questions became more and more personal and I kept responding: about John, about me, even about our sex life. Ray was careful to hide us from the others on the crowded dance floor, but made a point a couple of times to let John see us and once slipped his hand inside my dress and teased my nipple. He kissed my neck, telling me to relax and enjoy. At the same time I was conscious of a persistent pressure on my belly. I protested to no avail. Ray was enjoying himself and making sure I was too. I wanted more and he knew it.
A few times during the night when Ray was with Roslyn, rather than dancing with me, I saw him watching me and whispering to her, who each time smiled and went back to dancing with my husband. It was obvious that something was going on between them, although I was too naïve to realize it at the time.
Eventually the night ended and we all retired to our suites. By then, I had been seduced and didn’t even realize it. When John and I were in our suite, I was quiet with him, not really wanting to reveal my feelings toward Ray. John asked me if I liked Ray, but before I could answer he started talking about how pretty Roslyn was. I had wanted very badly to make love with John that night, but his talking about Roslyn spoiled my mood.
I’m concerned that you might think of me as 'easy' or a woman who will sleep with anyone. Nothing could be further from the truth. As I said earlier, I haven’t ever slept with anyone but John since we were married, and only once before then. Having said that, I have certainly had a few offers over the years. But easy? Not at all! I admit that I love the process of seduction, of being seduced. It's happened to me a couple of times outside my marriage but I’ve always been able to enjoy it and walk away.
The week at the Sheraton was quite extraordinary in many ways, and it came at a time when John was almost obsessed with his work, leaving little time for me. I'm sure this happens to many couples. He had his career and I had mine so we were both busy. Each night after dancing John would work for an hour or two on emails and calls to his head office.
The next day when we all lounged around the pool area for a few hours before the men went off to play golf and the ladies were taken out shopping. A quick comment on the pool: It was fantastic! It was landscaped beautifully, the water was wonderful, the perfect temperature and lighted under the water to give a soft glow, very romantic.
Ray and his apparently timid, quiet wife really made an impression at the pool. The slim wife who dressed fashionably but carefully the night before was quite breathtaking in her bikini! Her figure was perfectly in proportion with small but firm breasts, slim hips and long legs, her costume accentuated every asset. The fact that she was much younger than the rest of us didn't hurt either. Similarly Ray had a gymnasts physique, not an ounce of excess anywhere with broad shoulders, deep chest and powerful arms, very sexy! The speedo outlined what I had felt the night before pressing into my stomach. Promising!
Our husbands tried not to stare but we wives certainly did! And, the rest of us wives attracted our own attention in our bikinis (mine was red with shoestring straps and a clip at the back, cut low enough to push my breasts together and show some cleavage. The bottom was cut high on my hips, very sexy. It was a thin, unlined nylon and certainly clung when wet. (Use your imagination, visualize a wet T-shirt contest!), but not nearly as much as the 'probably not so sweet young thing, Roslyn'. My description of how they both looked is, if anything, an understatement! After what had happened between Ray and I the night before, I didn’t particularly want to see him and Roslyn but it was unavoidable.
Ray kept his distance from me at the pool, content to keep an eye on me but Roslyn stayed close to John and they eventually went into the pool and continued talking. My husband was obviously enjoying the attention he was receiving from a very pretty, sexy, younger woman.
I went over to the pool and sat in it on a step so the water was just below my boobs. Ray came over and sat on the edge behind me with his legs on either side of me. The conversation was harmless but while talking he started to lightly stroke my neck and ears. It felt good! His fingers strayed to the top of my boobs above the bikini so I moved his hands back to my neck and shoulders and told him to behave himself.
I was watching John and Roslyn, they were in the deep end of the pool and she was facing him, her hands around his neck for support. I couldn't see John's hands under the water and I wondered what he was doing with them. At that point Ray gently pulled my head back on his shoulder and I turned to say something and there it was, and it was substantial! I was mortified! I hurried out of the pool, back to the suite, leaving the three of them in the pool.
That night, we went out for dinner again, then dancing. I wanted to show off (John was all in favor!), so I wore a lovely, long, flowing, powder blue halter neck dress, raw silk, low cut with a black tie just under the bust, g-string and no stockings. I loved the feel of the silky material on my bare breasts and around my legs!
I had recovered from my embarrassment at the pool and Ray’s charm offensive and his dance of seduction continued. Everyone danced with everyone else’s spouses but Ray always stayed with me for the slow numbers and I noticed that Roslyn was dancing those with John as well. I thought that was a bit of a coincidence, but found out later it wasn’t.
Each dance Ray pushed a little more; a stroke here, a touch, a whisper. Roslyn did the same thing with John, never outlandishly but certainly to let him know that she thought he was attractive and she was enjoying his company. John told me later that she told John not to worry about Ray and me; that Ray flirted with everyone, but was really quite harmless. Picture an older man being flattered by a cute, young brunette with a nice slim figure and friendly manner, he couldn't resist her (as I couldn’t resist Roslyn’s young, good looking, sexy husband).
Over a couple of days I became more comfortable with Ray. He hadn't really tried anything I couldn’t accept, at best a quick feel if he had the opportunity. He hadn't even tried to kiss me.
Over the week, the team became even closer, which I’m sure is what the company sought. Even Ray was included more and more, which of course, was what he wanted.
Things escalated on the third night between Ray and me. The others stayed at the resort and John and I wanted to try something different, a bar with live music a few kilometers up the coast we had heard about. Ray and Roslyn asked if they could join us. Roslyn and I both decided to glam up and wear something sexy. It was a warm afternoon and night and no-one else would know us. John offered to drive the Mercedes.
The bar was good and the band excellent: pulsating music with a real beat. I wore a white raw silk blouse and short red skirt, perfect for dancing and my favorite, sexy perfume. Roslyn wore a powder blue blouse with black skirt. Both of us had made effort to be glamorous with our makeup as well. Roslyn and I were a very striking pair!
We danced with each other for hours, lots of drinks (I was careful as I was driving home). Ray and I saw Roslyn kiss John, so he smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips as well. He slowly moved us away from them, out of their sight, and the next kiss was more insistent, more demanding. I couldn’t stop myself from responding even if I had wanted to. That's when I learned that Ray is a sensuous kisser. Fireworks! Our tongues intertwined with each other, hands pulling each other closer. My arms were around Ray’s neck and his on my back, caressing that erotic spot right above my g-string with his gentle touches. I simply couldn’t get enough of that kiss, or his hands! Dancing with Ray was so erotic! He kept me on the far end of the dance floor where Roslyn and John couldn’t see us, holding me close and occasionally kissing me lightly on the lips. But it was his gaze, the way he smiled and kept contact with my eyes while he kept exploring my body on the dance floor that was driving me wild with desire. He was mesmerising, almost hypnotic, tormenting me with wanting. He’d feather touch my back where he knew was driving me crazy with lust and kiss me at the same time until my legs nearly melted and I could barely stand, then somehow he knew just before I would actually come right there on the dance floor and he’d pull away, leaving me tortured. Ray could see the arousal on my face, over and over again leaving me just on the brink with his touch and his kisses.
On the drive home we decided to go to a local lookout, with a great view of the ocean, where a little making out was definitely possible. I was driving, with Ray sitting in front with me. John and Roslyn were in back, with her head on his shoulder, lightly nibbling on his ear. My hands were holding the steering wheel and Ray rested his on my thigh just below my skirt and gradually rose higher on the inside of my thigh, almost to my g string. I was shaking with desire, barely able to drive, involuntarily opening my knees a little more. Once again, somehow Ray knew just when to stop, leaving me frustrated, so near to a blissful orgasm! John was in the back seat, preoccupied with Roslyn and never noticed Ray practically making love with me in the front.
I skipped the lookout and drove straight back to the resort, but not before glancing in the mirror and seeing Roslyn place John's hand under her blouse, pulling it up to her breast and I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. In our suite, I was more aroused than I had ever been before and desperately wanted to make love with John, but he went straight back to work leaving me oh so frustrated! I know John is driven with his work, but didn’t know how he could work after the night we had just spent with a sexy young couple all over us! There was nothing I could do but take a very cold shower. Even after the shower, I was consumed with lust and frustrated when John worked at his computer for several hours. I finally went to sleep before he came to bed.
The next morning after breakfast, John and I went to the sauna. We were the only ones in the sauna, so removed our costumes and put towels around our waists. Soon we were so relaxed, nearly asleep, sweat pouring off us and down between my breasts, when we heard the sauna door open, then close. Roslyn and Ray had entered the sauna. I had nothing to cover up with, so I folded my arms over my boobs. Ray and Roslyn both had a towel around their waists, but nothing else and Roslyn didn't even try to cover herself, much to John's delight! Her breasts were so firm compared to mine and her nipples very pointy. Ray smiled, licked his lips and stared at me while I mentally compared Roslyn to myself: Her breasts were smaller and less rounded than mine, her pink nipples smaller too. I liked the comparison so dropped my arms. Few words were spoken. It was like a schooldays 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine.'
We talked a while, both John and Ray obviously enjoying the view of mine and Roslyn’s bare breasts. It was more than obvious that Roslyn and I were more than a little aroused ourselves, the way our nipples had enlarged and hardened! Roslyn reached over to Ray and casually covered his groin with her hand over his towel and began stroking. He kissed her and slipped his hand under her towel on her thigh. She suddenly lurched forward and we all knew what Ray was doing to her. John and I simply stared!
When they undid their towels, both kept stroking and Ray had grown considerably, impressively, much to John’s embarrassment. I kissed John and whispered, “Don’t worry, wait till we get back to our room!” And dropped my own towel from around my waist.
Roslyn told Ray, “Aren’t you the lucky one!”
Ray, who was staring between my legs said, “I think John is too. I like trimmed!”
Roslyn and Ray moved over to our side of the spa and sat on either side of us and started massaging our necks. I was melting under Ray’s touch and so was John under Roslyn’s. Just as I was about to let Ray do anything he wanted with me, Roslyn cupped John over his towel and said, “Oh my!” At that point, John grabbed my hand and we left the spa.
When John and I returned to our suite, we jumped into the shower to relieve each other! That was so good! Afterward, John and I took a long walk on the beautiful Burleigh Hills beach.
That night, John admitted he felt intimidated by Ray’s obviously well endowed body compared to his own. If I had to guess the difference, if John was 5”, Ray is about 9” and much thicker! John lavished praise on my figure, saying that my breasts were so much prettier and bigger than Roslyn’s and he could certainly understand Ray ogling me. He asked me if I’d ever had a large lover (I said no,) and had I thought about it? I teased him and said, “Not until this morning.” In reality, I had definitely thought about it before and wondered what it would be like.
Our next to last day at the Sheraton, John went off to golf with the others for the day and I assumed Ray had gone as well. Roslyn had gone shopping with the other wives so I went and lay by the pool enjoying my solitude, soon falling asleep. I awoke to find Ray sitting next to me, leaning over me, rubbing suntan oil onto my back and shoulders. My bikini top was undone. Ray rubbed the oil in, always returning to the spot just above my backside bum cheeks, knowing what effect it was having on me. His hands rubbed all over my legs, massaging my feet, each toe, then up the outside to my bikini and down the inside of each leg. I tried to tell him to stop but his hands on me felt so good I couldn't mouth the words. I redid my bikini and rolled over to stop him but he simply resumed on my arms then chest, staying just above the bikini cups, then rubbing my stomach down to the bikini bottom, trying to pull it down a bit. “Ray, please stop. I don’t want people to see any more of me.”
Ray replied, “I’ve already seen everything and so have you. Did John say anything last night? I noticed he never removed his towel. Why didn’t he? Is he smaller?”
“Yes, quite a bit. And yes, he was embarrassed by it.”
Ray then took my hand in his, looked into my eyes, and asked me, “Sue, will you come upstairs with me?”
I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I was almost in a daze when Ray led me to the lift, hardly able to walk with nervousness. I knew what was going to happen, but not how. My doubts from the previous days flooded back: Would Ray like me? Would he find me attractive? Would he compare me to Roslyn? Would I please him? What would he be like? What is he going to want me to do? Would he hurt me? What would it do to my marriage? I was scared, I was excited, I was more nervous than I had ever been. I hadn’t ever done anything like this before. Despite everything and knowing I should turn around, I kept going with Ray. I knew I wanted this, badly!
The first thing I noticed in Ray’s suite was Roslyn's underwear on the bed and I remember thinking how much smaller her bra was than mine. Ray picked it up to move it, smiled and almost read my mind and said, “Yes.”
He held me by the shoulders and bent down to kiss me on the lips. It was a slow but demanding kiss, seeking entry. I was shaking as his lips moved to my neck and shoulders. My bikini straps slid off, the clip snapped open. I still remember the sound of my bikini snapping open, the sound of my surrender to Ray. Then he slid my bikini bottoms down to my ankles. We resumed kissing but with more urgency on both our parts. The fireworks I felt from his kiss at the dance were back times ten when I was naked in his embrace! My whole body was on fire, feeling his lips on mine and his hands on my naked body! Ray stepped back and I covered my breasts and mound. Ray smiled and told me, not asked, “Sue take your hands away, I want to see you.”
I did as he told me. Then he slid his costume down to his feet and it was my turn to look. How was I feeling? Scared! More aroused than I’d ever been in my life! Ray is bigger, much bigger than John. Bigger than anyone else I had seen, except in movies. And as I stood there, his erection grew, looking hard and angry, I remember the veins and the size of the head. He moved toward me again and pushed me down and I knew what he wanted but I didn't think I could, he was so much bigger than John. I tried to keep my mouth closed. But Ray held my head and pinched my nose so I had to breathe through my mouth. With my mouth open for a breath, Ray pulled me onto him. Ray used (can I say fucked?) my mouth until I was almost dizzy, all the while whispering how good I was. I was surprised how good it felt, how much I enjoyed the feeling of Ray sliding in and out of my mouth, my lips wrapped around him! He picked me up and took me into the bathroom, turned on the shower then lathered us up and entered me from behind, slowly, so I would gradually get used to his size. I felt so full of Ray and it was so good! It was a feeling I had never even imagined was possible before, so much better than with John! I was bent over, Ray deeper inside me than anyone ever before and massaging my sensitive breasts. He laughed, saying, “Definitely not Roslyn.” That broke the tension and I laughed too.
Ray loved my breasts and the way I was trimmed, not commando like Roslyn. The ice was broken and Ray really worked me over in the shower in all manner of ways and I loved it! He pounded into me from behind, then turned me around and pinned me to the shower wall with my legs around him pulling him tighter and deeper into me. He sucked on my breasts and nipples while he pounded me, things that John would never do. I loved the feel of him: His size, his muscles, his mouth, his teasing, exploring fingers, his backside, his power, the way he could reach inside me where John never could! We moved from the shower to the carpet, still dripping wet, and Ray kissed, licked and stroked or squeezed every inch of my body and every nook, always in control, moving me around for whatever he wanted to do, or me to do to him. I felt his mouth and tongue on my pussy and couldn’t get enough of it! I kept thinking, when I could think at all, about what I had been missing out on, and Ray subtly reminded me by whispering questions about John, about our sex life, about my prior sex life. When I was slow to answer he went harder until I did, doing things to me that John had never dreamed about. Ray was like a puppet master and I was the puppet. He never asked me how I was feeling, he knew and he heard and he felt.
Ray followed by sitting me on the table, taking my mouth with his. We were scratching and clawing at each other, desperately trying to become one with each other as he drove himself in and out of me.
After that, he bent me over the lounge chair and spread my legs apart. He had some lubricant and pushed himself into my arse, gently at first, but then demanding, thrusting in and out! This was a first for me and not something I would like repeated.
Afterward, Ray carried me to the bed. I was exhausted and thought I had nothing left to give him and that he had nothing left for me as he had already come inside me twice. I was wrong! We were both drenched in slippery sweat and I was full of mine and Ray’s hot cum. I had begged Ray to use a condom but he laughed at me. He had said he would, but never did. I have to admit I was glad, it was so much sexier and I loved the feel of his hot cum gushing into me! I said earlier that Ray was mesmerizing while dancing. He was even more so when he was fucking me! He could gauge my reaction to every touch; every lick; every thrust; gauging the exquisite pleasure, the arousal, the pain on my face. Ray learned quickly what I liked, what I didn’t like and gave me both in full measure!
I lost count of my orgasms. Ray controlled each one. He would have me so close, then slow down, back up and push me over the edge when he wanted, not when I needed it. Sometimes I begged him for my release! The result was that each orgasm was explosive, like a wave crashing on a shore that left me moaning and shaking. When John and I made love, my orgasms were more like a gentle, pleasant swell rolling onto a beach. They were pleasant, but not intense. Sometimes Ray would tell me, “Come for me Sue,” change his angle or movement slightly and bang, I would explode on him, drenching him in my cum! He and I did things to each other that John and I could never do.
My biggest shock was when I saw Roslyn sitting, watching us and smiling. She was wearing her bikini and said, “Don’t worry about John, he’s fine.” I was speechless!
I nearly died when I saw her in the room and when she undressed and moved onto the bed I was almost in shock. I am not bisexual (at least I thought I wasn't!). I’ve read that only another woman really knows how to please a woman. I now know the truth in that statement. Roslyn has a lovely slim, firm figure and with Ray holding my shoulders down, sucking on my breasts, she slowly moved between my legs. Roslyn has a very talented tongue!
Eventually, after another earth shattering orgasm from Roslyn’s tongue, I was rolled onto my stomach onto my hands and knees and Ray started again from behind. Ray had me clutching and pulling at the bed covers, grinding my teeth and moaning. I was in a world that I never even dreamed existed when I finally orgasmed one last time, Ray pulled me back hard into him and exploded, pouring himself deep inside me, reaching depths that even he hadn’t been to before then. I was feeling his hot cum on the back of my vagina wall where nothing had ever touched before! It seemed to go on and on, with wave after wave of the most exquisite euphoria that I’ve ever felt!
We collapsed down on the bed, Ray on top of me, his massive organ finally receding. Afterward, I slept for a few hours, showered and discovered a small hickey near my nipple that I hoped John wouldn’t notice. Somehow, I walked back to our suite. My legs ached, my back ached, my mouth ached. I was asleep when John returned from his golf outing and we didn’t talk until later. My pussy was so sore I could hardly walk the next day.
One fear I had after my thought process started to function again was pregnancy. I know I was 35 years old and the odds of getting pregnant were slim, but it scared me. The next morning, I had John take me to a store and I purchased the morning-after pill. John knew about it but never questioned me.
We saw Roslyn and Ray later that day, but nothing happened. That night, Ray and I danced together a few times. One time, Ray whispered to me, “Enjoy yesterday? I did. You’re such a great fuck Sue! We need to do it again, soon.” Then he added, “Oh, did you know there were a few photos taken?” I wanted to knee him in the groin but instead smiled at him and dug my nails into the back of his hand, drawing blood.
About two weeks after we went home, John and I finally talked about the week of the resort. He was at first reluctant to say he had been with Roslyn and denied they had sex. This wasn’t quite true, just not intercourse, but only because John came too early. He had enjoyed that talented mouth and tongue around him more than he could tolerate and he’s only able to come once.
After John admitted he had been with Roslyn, I took a deep breath, built up my courage and told him what had happened with Ray and that I would not be seeing him again, which wasn’t entirely true. We both cried, cuddled, expressed our love for each other and finally went to sleep. I didn’t tell him that Roslyn at one stage joined in, nor did I ever intend to. But, before he reads this, I had to tell him, rather than let him read it.
Am I ashamed of the experience? Yes; Did I encourage Ray? No; Could I resist him? No; Did I enjoy what happened? Yes, but not all; Did he seduce me? Absolutely; Was (is) he a good lover? Breathtakingly so; Am I still with John? Yes.
The morning with Ray wasn’t lovemaking, it was raw sex, it was fucking! Ray wanted to take, to control, to tease, until I begged for release and then he teased again, despite any and all objections. Yet I loved it and wanted (and still want) more. Why? Because it was so different from the staid, mundane, predictable sex of home. The thirty something, faithful wife had been seduced and left wanting more. Was I ashamed? Yes; My reaction? Lust! I learned something about myself: That I like sex to be a bit rough, not always gentle and despite any thoughts otherwise I can be seduced and must be careful. Could it happen to me again? Hopefully not, but am I certain of that? No.
Roslyn told me later that some of the other wives had also been exposed to Ray in the sauna but I was the only one he was determined to have as a lover. Why? Because of his competition with John, he wanted to be better than John, to take something away from him, something near and dear to him: Me. Ray actually admitted the scheme to me some time later. He had discovered he actually liked me very much and in spite of himself, enjoyed that day having sex with me far more than he ever expected. He felt guilty about what he had done and wanted to clear his conscience in order to start with a clean slate. Ray told me that Roslyn was complicit with him in the scheme, that her role was to distract John while he seduced me into his bed. Fortunately for all of us, she also became very fond of John and couldn’t carry through with the conclusion of their initial plan, which was to have John discover Ray and I having sex together.
Since then, I’ve often teased John that I may take another lover. Nothing like a little competition to improve performance! The night after Robert agreed to write the story and I started e-mailing him the details, I started teasing John about it, about what I was telling Robert. After a couple days of e-mails to Robert and my constant teasing, John couldn’t take it any longer. He responded in bed with enthusiasm, and I loved it! I think he probably knows that I’m not just teasing about another lover! And John and Roslyn? I have my suspicions!
I (Robert) want to thank Sue for sharing her story with me, trusting me to help her express her thoughts and her feelings into the story. It’s been a fun and very erotic experience for me as well.
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