The Aftermath 1

Tim and I returned from Vegas a couple of days after that night with Bob. (See Jan In Vegas series.) The last few months have been a whirlwind, starting with our time at the beach, and my first adventure seducing and being seduced. (See How Far Will She Go series.) It was time for a respite, and time for reflection for us, individually and as a couple. We had taken the “hot wife”path, but whether we would or should continue was an open question.

One thing was certain; I have changed. Approaching age 58, I had been getting depressed about my age, my body, and my libido. I finally had enough, and with my husband Tim’s support, I started to turn things around through diet and exercise. So did Tim, and our sex life and our friendship improved along with our physiques.

The beach and Vegas adventures increased my sex drive, and reawakened my exhibitionist impulses. I had attracted two young men in their twenties, both of whom fucked me good. I have to admit I was proud of myself. I didn’t think I could attract a stud for a one night stand, like in my old days, but I sure did.

I was quite happy my hard work paid off in these unexpected ways. In fact, I even had a big black cock in my hands, between my teats, and in my mouth, spraying cum on my chest after that beautiful man ate my pussy and fingered me to an orgasm.

I didn’t cash in on the chance to feel that monster in my pussy during our last two days in Vegas. Yes, I had a lingering regret, but it wouldn’t have been the right thing to do. Tim had been very generous, watching me get fucked without interference, and pushing the boundary any further during that trip would have been too risky. Tim needed, and received, my full attention for the rest of our trip.

However, now were home now, and the “what next” question hung heavy in the air.

Frankly, I was worried about Tim. I wasn’t sure I believed him when he continually endorsed me to push the envelope in my dress (or lack thereof), in my flirtation, in my exposure, and finally in my desire to fuck another man while he watched. These had been amazingly thrilling yet disorienting experiences, which caused me secretly to worry about the state of our marriage. So, uncharacteristically for me, I decided to force a heartfelt and blunt conversation with my husband. It was time to clear the air.

I picked a Friday night to do it. Tim usually is not nearly as focused on his work, he is usually relaxed, and Friday is always our night. As we were having our first cocktail in our den, I asked Tim, “Honey, I want to talk to you, okay?”

“Of course,” he replied. “About what.”

“You know,” I said, somewhat timidly.

“I do?”

I nervously unleashed a steam of consciousness. “Well, I think so. You know, it’s about us, and the beach, and Vegas, and I just don’t know if it was right, and whether I have ruined our marriage, and how you could look at me the same way again, and what in the world was I thinking, and I am so sorry I let myself do that, and….”

“Whoa, slow down baby,” Tim interrupted. “It’s okay. Sit here,” he said, patting the couch next to me. I did as he asked, and Tim turned towards me, cupped my chin in his hand, and drew me in for a loving kiss. “Sweetheart, I love you, and this was a joint decision, with eyes wide open, so don’t worry. I a’int having no regrets. Are you?”

I was anxious now, fearful I might give a wrong answer. I wasn’t entirely sure which answer Tim wanted to hear. Yes or no? I decided to be totally honest, with my usual hedging.

“I don’t think I have regrets, Tim. But I worry you do.”

“I don’t have any, but I know you are skeptical. Tell you what, let’s get everything out in the open. Agree?” Tim asked.

“What do you mean,” I responded. “Everything is out in the open. You saw everything.”

“I did?” Tim replied with a raised eyebrow.

I looked down. “Well, almost everything.”

“Is that right? Well, I have an idea to help you open up and tell me everything…pun intended,” Tim said with a grin as gently nudged my legs open. Are you game?”

The tables were turned, as usual with Tim. He is always thinking and always has a plan. Was he wanting me to tell him about Malik? That was the only thing he hadn’t seen. Or, wait a minute, the time in the elevator with those three guys. Shit, I guess it was time to talk. “Yes,” I said with some apprehension, “I am game.”

“So, here’s how I would like to talk about everything. We both love your private fashion shows. Tonight, I get to describe the outfits to wear, and each time you come back in the room with the outfit, we talk and you tell me everything associate with the outfit. Okay?”

“That sounds like fun! What’s first,” I asked, wondering where Tim would choose to start.

“Too many outfits to do them all tonight. If we started at the beginning, you would have to wear that bikini you had on the first day at the beach.”

“What? Nothing happened that day. It was just you and me.”

“Not really it wasn’t,”Tim said. “That fella, what was his name?”

“Ted,” I replied, perhaps a bit too quickly.

“Yea, him. Ted. He had his eye on you from the time we got there. He stalked you in the water when you were on the float. I turned it so he could get an eyeful. You didn’t realize that?”

“No,” I teasingly lied in reply, slapping Tim on the arm. After a coy pause, I said “of course I knew he was looking at me, but I didn’t know you were intentionally displaying me! I also admit I was turned on. I can’t believe I rubbed my clit to an orgasm in public!” This made me visualize displaying my cunt to Ted. “But it all makes sense now, with you later buying him a drink, and then we, well, you know, made out at the bar.”

“Yep. And you grabbed his dick, didn’t you?”

“Yes. I told you that.”

“You did. And then the next day, I switched positions with him.”

“What do you mean?” I genuinely asked with curiosity.

“I was him in the water, watching you. Ted positioned you on the float and gave me a bird’s eye view the next day while he controlled the float. You and he started up quite a connection.”

“I guess we did at that,”I replied, thinking back to the moment when Ted rubbed my clit and fingered me to an orgasm on the water. “That was the first step I guess. I still can’t believe it happened. So many people could have seen us.”

“Let’s admit to each other we have always loved that thrill. The rush we both get when you show off your body. The difference this time was you finally gave in to your desires, with my permission. That was the next step,” Tim offered in explanation.

“Time for a new one. Come back out with that cute skirt and top you wore to the wedding party that same night,” Tim asked, breaking the silence.

I was catching on to Tim’s game now. I got up and walked back to the bedroom and found the outfit Tim requested. I had chosen a flirty skirt, not too short, but it showed plenty of leg. I also wore a conservative blouse so I would fit in at the wedding reception. I put the outfit on and started to walk out in the wedge shoes when I stopped and threw them off, walking out barefooted. Tim had a martini ready for me.

“Oh yea. I remember that outfit,” he declared. “We fucked right here after that trip with that same skirt, didn’t we?”

“As a matter of fact I think we did,” I replied, twirling my dress to show I wasn’t wearing panties, just like that night at the beach and just like that night in our den. “That was a fun night,” I said, clearly referring to the time Ted and I fucked.

“Yes it was, and he was your first as a hot wife.”

“Am I hot wife?” I twirled again, then turned my back to Tim. “Who dat,” I called out, bending and lifting my dress to expose my white ass cheeks. Tim playfully slapped my ass. We sat down together on the couch and returned to our drinks.

“Dat is my very, very hot wife,” Tim toasted. “You really put on a show, dancing and then dragging that boy out to the beach to fuck him. Tell me about it.” Tim was now trolling for some details.

“I was really nervous. It didn’t make sense to me that a 20-something guy, and a good looking one at that, wanted me. I know we did our thing in the water, but this was different. I was with him in public, dancing in a group of his friends. I could feel the stares of the moms and grand-moms, which only made me work harder to show off and show them uptight bitches Ted was mine. Once you and I were confident no one there knew us, I felt totally free. It was exhilarating.”

“I noticed. Tell me more.”

Offering token resistance, I said “Why? You saw everything.”

“I did. But you haven’t told me everything about it.”

“Why do you want to know details, sweetheart? That doesn’t make sense and I worry you might get mad. Why don’t you let me keep those kinds of details to myself?” I was worried if I was too descriptive that I might inadvertently make Tim feel jealous. He sensed that.

“Jan, look, I am a 62 year old man, and I can’t perform like I used to, and you know I have always worried that I have not satisfied you sexually. So I know you fret that I will get all paranoid. All I can tell you is I won’t. You need to trust me on this.”

“But why? How can I be sure? The last thing I want is to ruin this wonderful marriage. You are my life and mean everything to me,” I said with tears in my eyes.

“You must admit you haven’t seen any negative affects since we started, right?”

“True,”I admitted.

“A few years ago, I doubt either one of us would have expected to be here, but my thought is that this is the natural culmination of our life together. We are very visual and sexual people, we are adventurous, and you are a fucking machine. I can’t keep you primed anymore, and what’s the harm in you enjoying variety. Plus, I gots to admit, I enjoy watching you get off. Makes me proud, because you are mine, and you must agree our sex life has improved over the last few months.”

“Well, you are quite the persuader,” I conceded, “and I agree with everything you just said.”

“So what do you think about the fact I watched you suck Ted’s cock and watched him fuck you?” Tim asked.

“I was glad you were there, but truthfully, I didn’t think about it sexually. I was just glad you were there as my protector. I felt safe and secure, which allowed me to let go completely. I already told you I made sure you could see us as well as possible in the dark. You did see pretty good too, didn’t you?” I asked, testing whether Tim wanted to talk about intimate, even graphic details.

“Pretty good. Good enough to see you enjoy yourself,” Tim responded, noticeably ignoring any details he may have seen pretty good, like the blow job I gave Ted and the doggy style fucking. I decided not to push it, but I was wondering if Tim was torn or whether he couldn’t admit he actually enjoyed watching me with another man. Was it just for me, or was it for him, also?

“So,” Tim suddenly changed the subject. “Let’s see that red blouse this time,” he requested.

“You got it!”

When I returned, I had on the same skirt, commando, and the same red blouse I wore our first night in Vegas. Tim whistled in appreciation. This blouse left nothing to the imagination about the size, weight, and shape of my breasts. It is a silky material, a bright red that shouts “look at me.” The neckline plunges to my navel, and when I walk, I might as well be naked as my teats move with absolute freedom. The sensations of the blouse and the silk on my nipples cause them to swell and poke proudly. When I wore it at the casino, it was a complete surprise to Tim. Tonight, unlike in Vegas, I didn’t use any sticky substance to keep the blouse attached to my skin.

“Damn honey,” Tim exclaimed, “that really is some kind of get up.”

“It is,” I said as I twirled and shook my chest. I think you liked it.”

“I did, and so did everyone else. The craps table was on fire because of you. We won $7,500 and you lit a fire in lots of guys that night. Bob said all the guys wanted to fuck you, remember?”

“Yes, but I think he was just saying that,” I replied with false modesty.

“Yea right. You know it’s true. They were disappointed your boobs didn’t plop out with one of your dice rolls and celebrations. That sticky stuff worked, unfortunately.”

I mimicked a dice shake in my hand, blowing on my fist and leaning down, and both breasts plopped out and returned behind the blouse when I stood up. “Hmmmm,” I said looking at Tim, “maybe I don’t need to use the stick-em next time!”

“Good with me,” Tim said, staring at my chest. Did I mention I loved it when you went topless at the pool. And then, commando every night, showing off your beautiful shaved pussy. I have to say Jan, you pushed the envelope on our trip.”

“I sure did. Just not too far outside it, I hope. Did I?” I asked, with some trepidation as we were slowly starting truly to address everything.

“We need an outfit change,” Tim declared in response, avoiding my question.

“Okay, which one?” I asked, expecting the revealing black dress I wore after the pool. I was wrong.

“Come back wearing what you did each morning when you had breakfast in the room.”

I looked at him with some concern. “Tim, you know I didn’t wear anything.”

“Yes you did.”

I understood now what he meant, and I headed to the bedroom. As I did, Tim shouted “there’s a robe hanging in my closet.”

“Okay”, I called back. ” I’ll be damn,” I said to myself.” There it was, a robe from our favorite casino hotel, just like the ones in the room, and just like the one I sort of wore when room service came.

I knew it was time to tell Tim about Malik. The thought of telling this, and about him, combined to make me really jittery with nervousness.

I took off my skirt, blouse and shoes. When I put the robe on, I tied it shut and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t right. I needed to be completely honest with Tim, at least as honest as he wants me to be. He didn’t watch me with Malik, and I hadn’t told him anything about it.

So, this was the moment to test whether I had followed the spoken and unspoken rules, and whether Tim was truly comfortable with all that had occurred. All he had to do was say no more, and I would never violate that demand. I would not jeopardize this marriage, the one I meant to be my last, and to last forever.

I have never been happier. I have always felt regret for my past extramarital affairs, including my last one, the one with Tim. If I have gone too far, then I was prepared to accept any restriction, from stopping completely, or never, ever having any sexual contact with anyone without Tim’s explicit approval and attendance, or any variation within those parameters.

To make this next fashion show real, I washed my face of makeup and tousled my hair so it looked like bed hair. I untied my robe and left it open, and walked barefooted back to the den. When I entered the room, I saw Tim had placed a chair in front of the couch. I knew what he wanted me to do. I sat down, with my robe spread open so that my body was on full display.

Tim handed me my third martini and sat back down. We clinked glasses and took long gulps, looking at each other.

“You know, I planned for you to open that door. It was up to you what to do with that robe,” Tim said. “I stayed in the bathroom so you could decide what to do when there was a knock on the door. I guess you put the robe on I laid out for you.”

“I did,” I answered. “I didn’t realize right away you had planned it all.”

“Was your robe untied like that?” Tim asked.

“Yes, it was. I answered the door with it open. He could see everything.”

“His name was Malik?”

“Yes, it was.”

“Was he black?”

“Yes, actually, he is African. A very nice man. A gentlemen,” I said, all of which was very true.

“Did he like what you showed him?”

“I think so.”

“Why do you think so?”

I thought for a minute. The moment of truth was approaching. Complete transparency or hedging responses were my choices now, but Tim seemed quite comfortable and genuinely interested rather than accusing or agitated.

“I played with my body while he set up the table and set out the food. I showed him my open pussy and rubbed my clit to an orgasm. His cock got hard, very hard.”

“Did you touch it?”

“No,” I honestly replied.

“Did you want to.”

“Yes,” I hissed, as my hand went to my snatch and I closed my eyes while visualizing that incredible scene.

“Did he touch you?”

“Only my breasts when he walked by me, through the hall, when he passed. He couldn’t help it.”

“I smelled you when I came back in the room,” Tim said, as I shuddered with an orgasm, opening my eyes to look at Tim. “Malik gave you his number, didn’t he?”

“Yes he did, on the receipt.”

“Did you ask him for it?,” Tim asked, perhaps probing for how aggressive I had been.

“No. I was surprised. But you found it, didn’t you Tim?”

“I did. And I called him.”

“He told me that after I asked.”

“Were you surprised when he was at the door for room service the next day?”

“Very.”

“Were you glad when you saw it was him?”

“Yes, but also nervous. You weren’t there,” I replied. “But you planned it, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“Why?” I asked.

“When I saw his name and number, and his note saying ‘you are a beautiful woman,’ I figured I would give you an opportunity to see him again. If you didn’t feel safe, I knew you could just ignore him. Are you glad I arranged it for you?”

“Yes, I am. It was fun.”

“Good. Want to tell me about it?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Only if you want to,” Tim replied, and I think he really meant it. He left it up to me to provide the details I wanted to tell him.

“When I looked through the peephole, I was shocked to see him. I hesitated because you weren’t there, but I decided to let him in.”

“What happened next,” Tim asked, sitting up in the couch showing anticipation.

“Let me tell my story, okay? Then you can ask questions,” I said, taking control of the conversation. I didn’t want to be interrogated, and Tim sat back in recognition he needed to be a patient listener, which is difficult for him.

“When I opened the door, my robe was open, like the day before. I told him I was glad to see him again, and he brushed my nipples as he pulled the tray by me. I know what you want to ask, and yes, my nipples were rock hard, and the bumps on my areolae were raised and puckered, jut like you like them,” I said to Tim.

“I followed him in, and took the same seat. I was sitting just like this, with my legs wide open. I was wet, and the smell of my sex started to fill the room. He took a long time setting the table, and I started to display my pussy, holding it open and pulling the hood away from my clit. I was on fire. His pants started to tent with an impressive erection.”

Tim was enthralled, and his pants started to bulge with an erection.

“I let him eat my pussy. Really though, I needed him to eat my pussy. It was amazing.”

“Then what,” Tim asked, in a tone of voice I couldn’t decipher.

“Come here,” I said. “I will show you.”

Tim walked to me like Malik did. I rubbed Tim’s cock through his pants. “Can I help you with that?” I looked up and asked.

“Yes.”

After unbuckling his pants and and pulling everything down, I grabbed his dick and started stroking it. I sucked Tim’s cock with wild abandon, alternately stroking him, sucking him, spitting on him, and twisting his member. When Tim got close, I pulled him out of my mouth and directed his cum on teats.