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12 Mayıs 2023, 20:34
This story picks up where ?Mall-ing Jo? leaves off. As promised, I mailed Jo?s cum and pussy soaked lace panties to her husband, Dave. She told me by email that he was ?lovin it and became so turned on that he fucked her hard just minutes after opening his ?gift?. Jo told me that Dave wanted her to go on a date with me, to go dancing and possibly to show her off in a crowd and he wanted to be part of that crowd. She told me also that he had read and enjoyed the ?Mall-ing Jo? story. All this was a little much to get my head around. Ordinarily, a guy fucking another guy?s wife would have to be extremely careful to avoid him because the guy?s jealousy might make them mortal enemies. In this case, Dave was more than a little excited when Jo took lovers, strangers, or even when she allowed strangers to ?catch? a glimpse of the charms she so barely concealed. So, if I have this straight, the key to Jo?s pussy lie in seducing her husband with Lush stories of our couplings, backed up by physical evidence such as photos and dried bodily fluids. Amazingly, the sperm from uncounted testicles was a glue binding their love for each other! It also occurred to me that ours probably would be a ?limited engagement? relationship because to have something long term would dissolve my ?stranger? status and possibly make me a threat to the stability of their marital arrangement. So it would be Wham, Bam, two or three times, Ma?am. I was intrigued. I had to admit that there was a curious, if practical, logic to all this once I set aside more conventional paradigms about relationships. As social and psycho-sexual constructs go, this was a bit like learning to drive all over again, perhaps in the UK, Thailand or Australia where people drive on the opposite side of the road as do we. So, if I understand the plan, Jo and I will go on a date, dining, dancing, fuck-her-silly-romancing while her husband is a sidelined but very interested observer who will reclaim her once I?m driving home pussy-whipped and our cum drys on Jo?s silky thighs. In fact, Dave will get Maltepe Escort (http://www.escorttoken.com/) a little extra pleasure up front because he?ll also enjoy watching Jo dress for our date and see her apply the makeup and perfume she's wearing for another guy. The more I?d show her off while dancing and the more men who?d ogle her there, the better they?d both like it. Wow. A vision filled my head almost like an experience of Déjà vu with a flashback to maybe fifteen years prior and a business trip in New York City?s midtown Manhattan. While lodged at the Marriott Marquis in the theater district on Broadway, I was in my room putting the finishing touches on a PowerPoint presentation for a meeting the following day and decided to stretch my legs for a few minutes and visit the gift shop on the third floor lobby to buy a Diet Coke. Walking from the gift shop back to the elevators, I noticed a couple making out on a bench. Both wore formal wear and the man appeared to be in his sixties. He looked quite distinguished in a tux, a black overcoat and his Bowler Derby sat next to them on the bench. I?d never seen a Bowler Derby in this country before except in movies and on Halloween. The woman appeared a good bit younger, maybe in her mid forties and she wore a sexy black dress. When I say they were making out I mean these people were going to town! She was more or less lying across his lap and upper body, lip-locked, and arms around each other. The guy had the hem of her dress pulled up so high, three quarters of her bare ass and part of her pussy was visible as he fondled and fingered her. At the time I was thinking, ?Sheesh, get a room guys!? Now, seeing sexuality with a fresh set of eyes, I wonder if the woman?s husband was there in the lobby enjoying the scene. In fact, I even wonder if the woman might?ve been Jo! Returning to our story, this night my wife thought I was on an overnight business trip and I had changed into ?date clothes? in a gas station rest room. After numerous marriage counselors and therapists I've given Maltepe Escort Bayan (http://www.escorttoken.com/) up on sexual adventure with her. A plain vanilla sex life isn't enough for me. When I rang Jo?s doorbell, Dave answered and invited me in. I was nervous but he did his best to put me at ease. Jo made one of those grand entrance stairway descents and she was jaw-drop stunning in a black lace dress. A sheer black kerchief drew attention to her neck and her deeply scooped neckline refocused one?s attention towards her bust. I wondered idly if there was a hickey under her scarf. Black spaghetti straps held up the fragile garment and four inch heels set off her long legs and positioned her gorgeous ass right where it belonged. Jo did a pirouette revealing that, A: she was a good dancer; and B: that her dress was backless with no bra under there. Almost in unison, Dave and I said, ?You look beautiful.? Although we spoke the same words, our voices were markedly different. My voice ? at least to me ? was appreciative in its tone. In another form it might have been a low whistle. What I heard in Dave?s voice was different, a tonality of deep, endearing love, sincere affection and no small measure of awe. I was thunderstruck! Jo was my date for tonight and my partner in crime for abandoned sex, but she was also the consummate, enduring love of this man?s life. I would do nothing to violate the trust the two of them placed in each other and jointly, now placed in me. Jesus, this arrangement was amazing. Jo leaned forward as she kissed me hello and those beautiful, unsupported breasts with their tightly stiffened nipples fell under my adoring gaze. I was conscious of Dave?s watching me watch her and it was disconcerting but only a little. Jo opened a closet for her wrap and she also withdrew a small overnight bag. I looked closely at Jo and then at Dave for his reaction and when she said, ?just in case,? Dave?s body shivered for the briefest of seconds. We bid him goodnight and Jo kissed him affectionately, if chastely, Escort Maltepe (http://www.escorttoken.com/) on the cheek leaving the faintest trace of her lipstick on him. We?d see Dave about two hours later, from across a dance floor. I left the pickup truck at home and used my new Challenger for this date, the car?s powerful Hemi engine, six speed manual transmission and throaty exhaust lending another note of sexuality to the evening. Also, its heated seats might be a turn-on for Jo. Holding the car door for her, I briefly wished that I?d used the truck for its high vantage of another glimpse under her skirts but this was not Jo?s first rodeo and she didn?t disappoint. Just like those widely circulated photos of Paris Hilton and Lindsey Lohan alighting from cars commando style, a s Jo sat down she gathered her skirts in a way that revealed black garter straps crossing her creamy thighs and then her wonderful girl parts appeared in the folds of her dress not unlike a the heady drama of solar eclipse. Over dinner we exchanged intimate conversation interspersed with small talk and every now and again I?d feel Jo?s toes encased in their black stockings tease my leg under the table. Now that I knew Jo better, I discretely looked around and sure enough, a man at another table was all but ignoring the annoyed woman facing him and was riveted to the image of Jo?s foot teasing my leg. I knew damned well that Jo was doing this for his benefit as well as mine and her toe traveled north and between my thighs. This was going to be one memorable evening! Back in the car, we continued our conversation and gently stroked each other. A thought popped into my head as we approached the nightclub. I wondered how Dave and Jo learned that this lifestyle was good for them. From her photo gallery, you can see Jo dressing provocatively from her twenties if not the whole of her life. But it?s a far cry from showing off your titties to being shared sexually by and for your husband. I?d read somewhere that roughly ten percent of men have fantasies of their wives with other men and about one percent actually act upon it. Did Jo cheat on Dave once and in the rebuilding process they learned that he liked it that way? Was it some kind of a dare? In any case we were pulling into the nightclub parking lot at this point and so I put my curiosity on the back burner and would ask Jo about it one day.