Business Trip With My Husband
written by:
Lascivious Lady

Business Trip With My Husband

My name is Kristen, but most people I know call me Kris. I am a 44 year old married woman with two kids, a 22 year old daughter and a 19 year old son. My husband, Jeff, and I were married the summer after I graduated from college.

Jeff is an engineer with a large manufacturing company and was doing well in his job, having gotten a promotion to Group Supervisor with four other engineers reporting to him shortly before I became pregnant with our daughter, Lisa. I worked from home as a newspaper columnist, writing a three-times-a-week human interest column that I faxed to my editor to be published the next day.

When Lisa was not quite two, we decided that it was time to add an additional member to our family and I began trying to become pregnant. It wasn't difficult and I became pregnant almost as soon as I stopped using birth control. This pregnancy, however, didn't go quite as smoothly as my first. At about seven months, my blood pressure began to increase and my doctor instructed me to get lots of bed rest and forget about having sex until after the baby was born.

When I was pregnant with my daughter, Jeff and I were able to continue having sex - obviously not the swinging from the rafters stuff, but at least it was sex - until a couple of weeks before she was born. This time, however, the doctor ruled it completely out. Oral sex was OK, and I enjoyed giving it to Jeff, but it just wasn't the same.

Since I was pretty much confined to bed, my sister, Karen, came over a couple of times a week to help out and my mother helped whenever she could, but since she worked full time, she wasn't always available. Julie, my best friend who lived next door, was able to watch Lisa during the day and Jeff was great about cooking and doing housework when he came home at night, but it was a rough couple of months for everyone.

Because of the blood pressure problem, my doctor planned my delivery for a certain date. The last week before I was due, Karen's husband, Eric, had a business trip, so she decided to stay with us. Our house was a small Cape Cod with two bedrooms downstairs and a larger one on the second floor. Jeff and I shared one of the downstairs rooms, our daughter slept in the other and we used the one upstairs as a guest room. That was where Karen and her son, who was three at the time, slept when she stayed with us.

One night, I woke up about 1:00 in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep. I rolled over and found that Jeff was not in bed with me. I could hear the soft hum of the TV from the living room, so I assumed that he couldn't sleep either and had gotten up to watch it. Except for the sound of the TV, the house was quiet. I heard the sound of steps on the stairs from the upstairs bedroom and assumed it was Karen coming down to use the bathroom. Sure enough, I heard the bathroom door close and the sound of the toilet being flushed. Soon after that, Jeff shut off the TV and came back to bed. I wondered why I never heard Karen going back upstairs but thought no more about it.

In spite of the blood pressure problems, the delivery went smoothly and our son Kevin entered the world kicking and screaming, perfectly healthy and hungry as a horse. As I had done with Lisa, I breast fed him and we both thrived on it. He began gaining weight and my blood pressure quickly dropped back down to normal levels.

Jeff and I had to wait, of course, until my stitches healed before resuming our normal sex life, but the first time after Kevin's birth was wonderful. Jeff was gentle but firm and I had a strong orgasm when I felt the familiar splashing of his sperm against the back of my vaginal wall. It wasn't long before we settled back into our old pattern of regular sex, occasionally trying new techniques or new positions to keep it exciting. All was right with the world.

About a year after Kevin was born, Jeff came home on a Thursday evening with an exciting announcement. "Guess what!" he exclaimed. "Our company is going through a major reorganization and I'm getting a huge promotion as a result of it!"

"Tell me all about it," I said excitedly. "I can't wait to hear about it. Oh, this is so exciting!"

Jeff had a huge smile on his face. "Well, as I'm sure you've read about, the world of manufacturing is changing. Everything that used to be freestanding pieces of equipment is now controlled by microprocessors or computers. We used to be able to sell our equipment piece by piece and it was up to the buyer to integrate it into their production line, but that doesn't work any more. Everything is now ‘systems.' Now, our computer program has to be able to ‘talk' to their computer program. Well, that is now what I will be responsible for. As of Monday, I will be Director of Technical Solutions, and I will have to work with our customers to make sure that our equipment can be easily integrated with theirs in order to work seamlessly. It's a big responsibility, and it will involve a lot of travel, but it's a great opportunity, not to mention the substantial increase in salary that comes along with it!"

"Oh, Jeff, I'm so happy for you," I gushed. "What wonderful news! I can't wait to tell Karen and Julie and my mom and dad about it. This is great! I am so proud of you. Congratulations!"

He hesitated for a moment. "Wait until next week to announce it," he said. "The official announcement won't go out until Monday, when it will become official." I was practically bursting with the need to announce the news, but agreed to wait until the following week. He actually had several business trips scheduled over the next few weeks, but between Karen, Julie and my mom, I was able to deal with all of them.

Several weeks later, Jeff came home and announced, "Guess what! I have a business trip scheduled and you get to come along with me on it. It's to New York City, which I know you would love to see. One of our biggest customers is a multinational corporation headquartered in New York and I need to spend two days meeting with their Chief Engineer and his staff."

Jeff explained that his boss suggested that he take me along with him and that we take the customer and his wife out to dinner. "How does that sound to you?" he asked. "I know you've never been to New York City, so I'm guessing you would like to see it. We would need to fly into New York on a Tuesday afternoon and spend two nights in a hotel because Richard, the engineer I'm meeting with, has his staff meetings on Wednesday. We would take Richard and his wife out to dinner Wednesday night, and I would meet with him Thursday morning to wrap up all the details. Then we would fly home Thursday afternoon. Do you think you could get someone to watch the kids while we're gone?"

I was thrilled because the trip did sound really exciting. "Oh, between Karen, Julie and my folks, I'm sure we can work something out," I said. "Let's see, I'll have to go shopping for some clothes to wear while we're there. Is that OK with you?"

Jeff just laughed. "Of course it is," he said. "After all, this is our biggest customer and I want you to look your best when we go to dinner, so buy whatever you think you need." The trip was planned for the week after next, so I had time do to some serious shopping and picked out several really pretty outfits, including a really nice dress with a matching jacket that would be perfect to wear to a nice restaurant for dinner. Karen, Julie and my mom agreed that they would talk on the phone to decide who would keep the kids while we were gone, so everything seemed to be falling right into place.

"Guess what," Jeff said a few days later. "I talked with Richard today and everything is all set for our trip. In fact, he said that his wife, Joanne, would like to take you sightseeing on Wednesday. If you like, she could meet you at our hotel on Wednesday morning and you could spend the day taking a tour of the city. How does that sound?"

"It sounds wonderful," I said. "That's so nice of her. There are all kinds of things I want to see but, on my own, I would have no idea where to begin. Tell Richard that I'm really looking forward to this." I made sure to pack some casual clothes and comfortable shoes that I could wear during the day.

The following Tuesday, our flight to New York was right on time and we landed at LaGuardia about mid-afternoon. Taking a cab into Manhattan, I was absolutely blown away by all the tall buildings. I had seen pictures and TV footage of New York City, of course, but being right there in the middle of it was a whole new experience. When we got to our hotel, a bellboy took our luggage and escorted us to our room on the 27th floor. I looked out the window and exclaimed, "Wow! What a view! Jeff, this is fantastic."

After we put our clothes away, we decided to go out and walk around a little. We walked over to Fifth Avenue and wandered up and down the street looking in all the store windows. I had never seen such beautiful - and expensive! - merchandise in my life. Finally, we headed back to our hotel to get ready for dinner. Jeff had made a reservation at an Italian restaurant that Richard had recommended, and we had some time before we had to be there so we decided to shower before going out.

Jeff showered first and came out with a towel around his waist. I was undressed and ready to get in the shower and I noticed a telltale bulge in the front of the towel. I smiled and Jeff gave me a pat on the butt as I walked past him. When I finished my shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and found Jeff in front of the mirror combing his hair, still wearing only his towel. Feeling a little frisky, I slowly unwrapped the towel and began to dry my back, letting him watch me in the mirror. I could see my own reflection and the look on Jeff's face as I slowly teased him. "That's it," he finally said, turning to face me. "I can't take any more. I want you now, right this minute."

Taking my hand, he led me to the bed, put his arms around my waist and kissed me. I parted my lips, our tongues met and sparks began to fly. Letting my towel drop to the floor, he lowered me onto the bed and kissed me again, caressing my breast with his hand. Replacing his hand with his lips, he began to rub between my legs and I could feel myself getting wet. Soon, we were in our favorite 69 position with me on top and I was sucking his penis, caressing its tip with my tongue as he buried his face in my crotch. I could feel the first wave of an orgasm sweeping over me when he stopped licking me and said in a husky voice, "I think you'd better stop now before I cum." I turned around to face him and lowered myself onto his erect penis, which was now sticking straight up in the air like a flagpole.

"Oh, yeah, that's it," I murmured as I felt him entering me, lowering myself further to take in all of him. "Oh, baby, that's so good," he said in the same husky voice. "You are so amazing. I love it when we do it like this," as I began to move my hips up and down slowly, then a little faster. "Make me cum, baby," I gasped. "Make me cum hard. Oh, god, I love this. I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming! I'm cumming now! Oh, yeah, baby, that it! That's it!" I let out a little cry as I felt the familiar twitching of his penis and the stream of sperm that hit the back of my vaginal wall. "That was the best orgasm I've had in quite some time," I said later as we lay relaxing in each other's arms. "It's amazing how great it is to get away from the kids and not have to worry about them hearing us."

We finally dressed and made our way to the restaurant. It was very fancy, with the waiters all wearing formal jackets and bow ties, much nicer than any of the more casual Italian restaurants we usually went to at home. The food and service were excellent and we shared a bottle of wine. I enjoyed watching the other patrons, many of whom were wearing business suits. "That was really nice," I said as we walked back to our hotel. "I'm really glad that Richard recommended it. That night, we made love again before going to sleep. I was really enjoying the trip and the time alone with my husband and slept soundly.

The next morning, we had breakfast at a small coffee shop around the corner from the hotel and Jeff left shortly after 8:00 to go to his meeting. About 8:30, the phone in our room rang. "Hi, is this Kris?" asked the voice on the other end. "Yes, it is," I replied. "This is Joanne," the voice said. "I'm down here in the lobby if you want to come on down and meet me. Oh, and by the way, wear comfortable shoes because we're going to be doing quite a bit of walking today."

Joanne was a strikingly attractive woman. About an inch taller than me, she had dark blonde hair and a perfect figure. A little older than me, I guessed early 40's, it was obvious that she took very good care of herself. I liked her the moment I met her. "Welcome to New York," she said. "Are you ready to see the sights?"

I replied that I certainly was. "OK, I thought we might start with one of the city's most famous landmarks, the Empire State Building," she suggested. "We can go all the way up to the observation deck, where I still find the view amazing even though I've seen it before." We walked out the front door of the hotel, and Joanne asked the bellman to get us a cab. He promptly did and we were off.

"Wow," I said when we got off the elevator at the observation deck. "Except for being in an airplane, I've never been this high off the ground before." I was fascinated by the view, which I had to agree was amazing. This was turning out to be a lot of fun. We spent the rest of the morning visiting the huge Macy's Department Store in Herald Square, the Statue of Liberty, and finally the World Trade Center. Little did I know that in a few years, I would watch dumbfounded as jet planes slammed into them and they collapsed. We went all the way to the roof and I could feel the cool breeze through my hair. "Wow, this is amazing," I said excitedly. "Thanks so much for allowing me to experience this."

We had lunch at a small bistro and chatted over chicken Caesar salad and a glass of wine. Joanne told me that she and Richard had two teenagers, a boy and a girl, and lived in a condominium in lower Manhattan. She was a writer for a fashion magazine and often worked at home while her kids were in school, which is why her schedule was flexible enough to spend today with me. I explained that I also had two kids, who were four and one at the time, and that I wrote the human interest column for our small town newspaper. By the time we finished lunch, we both felt that we had known each other far longer than just one day. We spent the rest of the afternoon visiting the United Nations and the huge New York City Public Library, then did a little shopping on our way back to the hotel. "Richard and I will see you tonight," she said as she was leaving. "We'd like you to come to our place for drinks about 6:00 and we have reservations for dinner at 7:00 at our favorite French restaurant."

Jeff got back to the hotel a short time later. "How was your day?" he asked. "It was great," I replied. "Joanne is a terrific hostess and we went to the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, the World Trade Center, the United Nations and all of the other places that I've read about but never seen. You're going to really like Joanne. She's a very nice lady. How was your day?"

"Very productive," he replied. "Richard and I seemed to hit it off immediately and we had a great meeting with his staff. We talked about their plans to expand and automate over the next five to ten years and it looks like we have the potential to do millions of dollars worth of business. I talked to my boss and he told me not to spare any expense at dinner tonight and to make sure that Richard and Joanne have a really great time."

We arrived at Richard and Joanne's condominium promptly and 6:00 and Joanne greeted us at the door. "Come on in," she said, leading us through the foyer into the living room. "Have a seat and I'll be right back. Richard is still getting dressed but he'll be here shortly. In the meantime, let me make us some drinks. What would you like?" Jeff asked for a dry martini and I said that a vodka and tonic would be fine. Joanne returned with the drinks and a tray of cheese, crackers and fresh fruit, which she placed on the coffee table in front of us.

Just then, Richard entered the room. "Hi, everyone," he said warmly. "Glad we could all get together. I guess Jeff told you that we had a great meeting today and it looks like we'll be doing lots of business together, so tonight, we celebrate." Richard was a very distinguished looking man, tall and well built with just a touch of gray hair at his temples. I guessed him to be in his late 40's. Like his wife, it was obvious that he took very good care of himself. As we were enjoying our drinks, he and Joanne introduced us to their two kids. Their son was 17, tall and handsome like his father, and their daughter, who was 15, definitely took after her mother.

After another round of drinks, we left for the restaurant. It was even fancier than the place Jeff and I had eaten at the night before. The waiters all wore tuxedos and had French accents. I was glad that I had picked out the outfit I bought before the trip and felt very comfortable wearing it. Dinner was fantastic and we shared two bottles of a really nice French wine, so we were pretty carefree when we left the restaurant. "Joanne and I have a little nightclub that we like to go to," said Richard. "It's actually a private club, but we would like to take you as our guests if you would like to go."

Since it was still early and we didn't need to rush back to our hotel, we readily agreed. Richard hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the club, which was about 10 minutes away. A uniformed security guard was standing at the front door under a small awning. "Hi, Tom," Richard greeted him. "These are our guests from out of town." The guard, who seemed to know Richard, pushed a buzzer to unlock the front door and indicated that we should go on it. We did and found ourselves in a small, attractively decorated room with several cocktail tables and a bar. "Let's sit here for a while," Richard said, holding a chair for me then one for Joanne. A waiter came to take our drink order and we looked around the room.

When the waiter brought our drinks, I noticed that there was a door that seemed to lead into another room. People were coming and going in and out of it, always taking care to close it afterward. Several people went to the bar, ordered drinks and then went back through the door. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me. "Is that a separate room behind that door?" I finally asked Richard. "A lot of people seem to be coming and going in and out of it."

Richard smiled. "I thought you'd never ask," he said. "Would you like to see what's inside? I think you'll find it interesting." With that, he stood up and indicated that we should follow him.

He opened the door and we entered a small, dimly lit room with rows of padded chairs lined up in front of a small, brightly lighted stage. In the center of the stage was what appeared to be a large mattress. "Let's sit here," Richard said, indicating four chairs in the second row. "The show is about to begin."

I could not imagine what type of show we were about to see, but I waited in eager anticipation to find out. Soon, an attractive young couple walked out through a side door onto the stage. I was shocked to see that they seemed to be wearing only beach towels, his tied around his waist and hers covering from below her shoulders to just below her waist. Both looked to be about 30 and she was wearing what appeared to be a yellow bracelet of some sort on her left wrist.

I was even more shocked when she stood facing the audience, loosened her towel and let it drop to the floor. Except for the bracelet, she was totally nude! Smiling, she made herself comfortable on the mattress and wiggled her index finger in the general direction of the audience. Several men left their chairs, walked onto the stage and began to undress. One placed his hand on her bare breast and began to caress it. Another knelt down on the other side of her and began to fondle her other breast. Soon, both had their mouths on her breasts and one tentatively reached a hand between her legs and began to rub her there. She spread her legs to give him easier access, and he began to stroke her clitoris with his finger. I watched spellbound, unable to take my eyes off the action on the stage. I glanced over and saw that Jeff was also fascinated by what was happening. Finally, I turned to Joanne. "What's going on?" I asked softly.

"They're club members," she replied. "Did you notice that she's wearing a yellow bracelet on her wrist? That indicates to the men in the audience how far they're allowed to go. A red bracelet means touching is OK but oral contact on either side is not permitted. A yellow bracelet means that oral contact by either party is OK, but no vaginal or anal penetration. A green bracelet means that anything goes."

As Joanne was explaining this to me, I was surprise to see Richard leave his seat, walk up onto the stage and begin to undress. By this time, the man who had been rubbing her vagina had his head between her legs and was licking it. The man who had been sucking her breast knelt beside her and she took his penis in her hand and began stroking it. Richard, in the meantime, was now sucking her other breast. Pulling the other man toward her, she took his penis into her mouth and began sucking it. With her other hand, she reached out and began stroking Richard's penis.

"Is this OK with you?" I asked Joanne incredulously. "You allow him to do that? I'm not sure I could sit and calmly watch my husband doing that with another woman."

She just smiled. "It's OK with me," she said. "In fact, Richard and I will be going up on the stage in a little while. I will be wearing a yellow bracelet. Jeff is more than welcome to join us if he chooses. He's a good looking guy and I'd like to see what he tastes like."

I sat in stunned silence. The idea of Richard and Joanne being up on the stage nude was shocking enough, but the idea of my husband joining them was more than I could deal with. Jeff, who was sitting on the other side of Joanne and overheard not only her explanation but what sounded like an invitation sat with his mouth open, not knowing what to say. I looked at him and started to say something, but no words would come out.

Not knowing what else to do, I turned my attention back to the stage. The woman was now sucking Richard's penis. The man kneeling beside her and the one between her legs switched places. She was now alternating between Richard's penis and the new man's as she spread her legs wider and began to moan with pleasure. "Mmmm," she murmured, as the man between her legs redoubled his efforts. Richard tapped him on the shoulder, indicating that he would like to switch places with him, and the man obliged. Richard buried his face between her legs and went to work with his tongue.

While all this was happening, the woman's original partner sat on the mattress, cradling her head in his lap and occasionally reaching out to touch her face or hair in encouragement. The man who had his penis in her mouth began to rock his hips back and forth and she bobbed her head in rhythm with him. Suddenly, he shouted, "I'm cumming!" and proceeded to fill her mouth with his sperm. She swallowed it hungrily as tiny flecks of it dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Turning her head to the other side, she began to work on the other man until he, too, shouted and filled her mouth again.

Turning her head toward her partner, she said, "I think I'm ready for you now," as she pulled herself up on her hands and knees and offered herself to him. As he proceeded to take her doggie style, Richard lay on the floor in front of her and she sucked his penis. Both Richard and her partner came almost simultaneously, and she shook with obvious pleasure as an orgasm evidently washed over her. After everyone had caught their breath, the couple walked off the stage as the other men got dressed and returned to their seats. I was still stunned speechless by what I had just witnessed and Jeff seemed to be shocked as well. "Are you ready," Richard asked Joanne, taking her hand and helping her out of her chair.

"Now don't go away," she said to Jeff and me as she turned to follow her husband backstage. "We want you to stay for the show. Jeff, I really hope you'll join us."

Jeff and I stared at each other in stunned silence. "Do you really think they're going to go through with it?" Jeff finally asked, breaking the awkward silence. "It sure looks like it," I replied. "Do you want to leave first?"

He shook his head from side to side. "I'd like to, but I don't think we can. They seem to really want us to see this, and I'm afraid I'd hear about it in the morning if we left. Like I explained, there are millions of dollars of business riding on this, and I'm afraid I would lose my job if we did anything to jeopardize it. I really hate to make you sit through it because I know you must be very embarrassed, but can you stick with me just a little while longer? Maybe we can leave after we compliment them on their performance."

I had to agree that Jeff was probably right. "Are you going to take Joanne up on her invitation to join them?" I asked tentatively. "I think she's really serious. Watching them would be one thing, but watching you joining them and doing those things with her ... well, I'm just not sure that I could deal with that."

Jeff looked like a puppy that had just been caught having an accident on the living room rug. "I don't plan to take her up on it," he said. "We'll just have to play it by ear and see what happens. I really hope I don't have to."

I nodded in agreement and resigned myself to waiting to see what would happen. As we were waiting, another couple walked out onto the stage. They looked awfully young, more like teenagers than adults, but Joanne had said that the club carefully screened its members to make sure they weren't underage. She was very petite, hardly five feet tall with long blonde hair. I thought to myself that she must weigh less than 100 pounds. He was taller and more muscular with dark brown hair, although he didn't look much older than she did. Besides her towel, she was wearing only a huge smile as she pointed with her right index finger to the bright green bracelet on her left wrist. I had no idea what I was about to see.

Walking onto the mattress, she slowly untied the towel, letting it drop to the floor and motioning to the audience with her entire arm that it was now OK to come up on stage. Four men did so immediately and, once they undressed, swarmed around her like ants around a sugar cube. She couldn't seem to get enough as they fondled her body. It wasn't long before one man had his head buried between her legs, two others were licking her breasts as she stroked their penises and a fourth man had his penis in her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down.

Without a word, the man between her legs raised his head, sat on his haunches, pulled her toward him by the legs and began to put his penis into her vagina. She did not object at all but actually seemed to push herself closer to him as he rocked his hips back and forth. At the same time, she continued to suck one penis while she stroked two others. Finally, the man between her legs arched his back and filled her with his sperm, some of which trickled out when he removed his penis from her vagina.

The man whose penis she was sucking took his place, raising his hips and taking her missionary style as she spread her legs to accommodate him. After he arched his back and came, she rolled over, got up on her hands and knees and allowed one of the remaining two men to take her doggie style as she sucked the other man's penis. Finally, after he came, she pushed the last man onto his back, climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto him, taking his entire penis inside her.

"My god, how much more can she take?" I thought. "She must be getting sore by now." I glanced over at Jeff, who was sitting and watching intently, taking it all in. "Wow," was all he could say when he saw me looking at him. "Wow," he said again. "I can't believe what I'm seeing."

I couldn't believe it either, but I never suspected that what I was about to see would be even more shocking. After she had ridden the last man to his climax, they both stood up. He went around behind her and began nuzzling her neck, his arms around her and fondling her breasts. "My god, are they going to do it again?" I wondered. But no, he instead locked his arms under her shoulders and held her as her original partner lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Releasing his grip on her legs, which were now wrapped tightly around him, he placed his hands under her buttocks and moved toward her. As the other man held her, her partner inserted his penis into her vagina and began to rock his hips back and forth as she moaned in pleasure. "Yeah, that's it," she was saying. "This is how I like it. Give it to me. Deeper. Harder. Yeah, that's it. Oh, god, I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" With that, her partner arched his back and released his sperm inside her, continuing to hold her buttocks for a few moments before putting her feet back on the floor.

With that, she took her partner by the hand and turned to face the audience as, smiling, they took a deep bow together the way actors do after a stage performance. The audience applauded loudly. They took another bow, then left the stage together. Again, both Jeff and I were speechless.

As we wondered what would happen next, Richard and Joanne walked onto the stage. Joanne looked directly at Jeff and smiled as she loosened her towel and let it drop to the stage. As I had expected, she was absolutely stunning. Her firm breasts stood out from her body, nipples pointing straight ahead like arrows. Soft, dark blonde hair covered her crotch and she reached down and stroked it once, licking her lips and looking directly at Jeff as she did so. I could see him beginning to squirm in his seat.

Finally, she wiggled her finger at the audience in general, then pointed directly at Jeff and wiggled it right at him as Richard nodded his head in agreement. He looked at me as if to ask what he should do. "I think they're serious, Jeff," I said softly. "I think maybe you'd better go on up. It's OK. I'll just close my eyes and pretend it isn't happening."

He looked crestfallen. "Are you sure it's OK?" he asked. "I mean, you're the most important person in the world to me and I wouldn't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. Just say the word, and I'll tell them no."

"It's OK, really," I said softly. "I'll be uncomfortable, sure, but I'll be OK and after this, it will all be over and we can go home. I don't think you have much choice. Go ahead and get it over with."

Jeff slowly approached the stage, along with two other men. Joanne smiled when she saw him coming toward her, and smiled even more broadly when he began to take off his clothes. As he tentatively knelt beside her, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. One of the other men was fondling her other breast and she threw her head back on Richard's lap and sighed. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be in her place, but quickly rejected the thought.

The man across from Jeff let his hand wander to her crotch and began to stroke it, using his finger to caress her clitoris. After a while, he buried his face between her legs and began licking her as the third man who had come onto the stage took his place at her breast. Reaching out with her right hand, she grabbed Jeff's penis and began to stroke it. He looked totally shocked but continued fondling her breast. Suddenly, Richard tapped him on the shoulder and indicated that he should switch places with the man between her legs. Glancing at me with a pained expression on his face, he reluctantly moved down and began gently licking her crotch. Wrapping her fingers in Jeff's hair, she pulled him more tightly to her and he had no choice but to go along. I had not planned to watch but was unable to take my eyes off the stage as I saw my husband doing things with another woman that he had previously done only with me.

Joanne was now panting rather heavily and she tapped the third man on the shoulder, indicating that he and Jeff should now change places. Jeff seemed relieved to be released and gladly relinquished his position. Joanne indicated that he should kneel beside her, then reached out, took his penis in her hand and pulled it toward her face. I watched awestruck as, for the first time in my life, I saw another woman take my husband's penis into her mouth and suck on it. I honestly did not know how to feel. I was surprised that I did not feel jealous, just fascinated by the sight of it. I again found myself wondering what it might be like to be up there on that stage in Joanne's place with Jeff and a couple of other men, but this time I allowed the thought to linger. I could see that Joanne was really enjoying herself as she released Jeff and turned her attention to the other man, bobbing her head up and down on his penis as the man between her legs was bringing her to orgasm, and I found myself inadvertently becoming excited. I reached down, put my hand inside my dress and began to rub myself through my panties as Joanne quivered with delight. After her partner had filled her mouth with his sperm, she sat up and, in one smooth motion, went over the other man's head and took his penis in her mouth as he continued to lick her. Again, they both came almost simultaneously and she quivered with delight as his sperm filled her mouth. I began to rub myself a little harder and found myself taking shorter breaths.

Finally, raising herself onto her hands and knees, she turned to Richard and said, "I think I'm ready for you now." He smiled and prepared to take her doggie style as she indicated to Jeff that he should lie on the floor in front of her. She once again took his penis in her mouth and began to bob her head as her husband took her from behind. This time, Jeff came in her mouth just as Richard reached his climax and she hungrily swallowed almost all of it. As I watched, I reached a finger inside the hem of my panties and began to stroke my own clitoris, bringing myself to a small orgasm.

When he put his clothes back on and returned to his seat, Jeff looked at me sheepishly. "Well, how did I do?" he asked. "More importantly, how did you do? How did you feel seeing me up there on that stage with another woman, licking her and coming in her mouth? Obviously, you're still here, so you didn't get up and walk out in disgust, but I'm dying to know how you felt about the whole thing."

"Jeff, this may sound strange, but I honestly don't know how I felt," I replied. "I thought I would feel jealous, but I didn't. I thought I would feel resentful, but I didn't. I thought I would feel revolted, but I didn't. I actually found myself getting excited, wondering what it would be like to be up on that stage in Joanne's place with you and other men. I could see how much she was enjoying herself and wondered if I would ever have the nerve to try it. Most importantly, I found myself wondering how you would feel about seeing me do with other men what you did with her, things I have never before done with anyone but you. Does that make sense? Am I being a complete idiot? I just don't know."

I could see the wheels in my engineer husband's head turning as he tried to apply the kind of logic that he knew best to what I had just said. "I think so," he finally said. "I mean that I think it makes sense, in a weird sort of way. Just so you know, I was trying my best not to enjoy myself because I knew you were watching but I just couldn't help myself. That was the first time I have ever tasted another woman, and somehow the thought of you watching made it even more exciting. It was the same when I came in her mouth. Now I'm the one not making sense, aren't I?"

I looked into Jeff's eyes and could see that he was telling me the absolute truth. "Ok, just so you know, I was sitting here masturbating myself while I was watching you," I told him. "Especially at the very end, when you came in her mouth while Richard was screwing her. As I told you, I kept wondering what it would be like to be up there in her place. When you all came, I came as well. Does that surprise you?"

He looked at me in surprise. "Are you saying that you would like to try it?" he asked. "Is that what you're trying to tell me? If it is, I'll have to think about it because I've never even considered the idea of you doing sexual things with other men, so I have no idea how I might react to watching you."

Before we could continue our conversation, another couple walked out onto the stage. They looked to be about our age. She was reasonably attractive but was wearing a red bracelet and seemed to be very shy. Only one other man came on stage with them. After a few preliminaries, they wound up masturbating each other with their hands as her husband watched. They left the stage without even making love with each other.

Just then, Richard and Joanne returned to their seats. Before either of us could think of what to say, Joanne spoke first. "Well, that was fun," she said. "Kris, why don't you and Jeff give it a try? I really enjoyed myself and I think you would, too."

I was too taken aback to reply, but Jeff apparently wasn't. "Oh, no, we could never do something like that," he stammered. "I mean, we aren't, we don't ..."

Joanne interrupted him. "Why don't you let Kris answer, Jeff," she said. "After all, I directed my question to her. What do you think of the idea, Kris?"

I paused before answering her. "Well, to be honest, we were talking about that right before you got back," I replied slowly, "but I don't think it's something we want to try."

"Why not?" Joanne asked. "It's perfectly safe. The men all respect the bracelets and, besides, your husband would be up there with you. I mean, you do like to experience orgasms, right? I lost count of how many I had up there, but it was quite a few."

"Well, of course I like having orgasms," I replied. "What woman doesn't? I mean, I have them with Jeff all the time, but the idea of having other men touching me ..."

Richard interrupted me. "OK, Jeff, what do you think of the idea?" he asked. "Does it turn you on? I know it really turns me on watching Joanne enjoy herself like she quite obviously was."

Now it was Jeff's turn to pause. "Even if I said yes, it would still have to be up to Kris," he finally replied. "It has to be her decision."

Joanne looked directly at me. "Kris, I really enjoyed spending time with you today," she said, beginning to sound just a little bit stern. "I would really like to end it on a happy note and, quite frankly, I think that our husbands would like that as well. I think you know what I'd like you to do to make me happy."

That sounded a little bit ominous and I had, after all, actually thought of trying it. I looked at Jeff nervously. He looked quite uncomfortable because he knew he was being put on the spot. "If you want to try it, honey, I'm willing," I finally said in a low voice.

"OK, so it's decided," Richard declared emphatically. "If it were earlier in the evening, I might even want to join you but, at my age, twice in one night is definitely my limit so I'll just watch and enjoy." He had no idea how relieved both Jeff and I were to hear him say that! "All you need to do now is go backstage, select your bracelet and tell them you want to be next," he said. "Oh, and Joanne recommends the yellow bracelet."

Jeff took my hand and we headed for the backstage entrance. "Are you sure you're OK with this?" he asked nervously. "We can still back out if you want. I'll find some excuse."

I shook my head. "I have not idea how many butterflies there are in this world," I said, "but most of them are fluttering around in my stomach right now. Yes, I'm nervous, but I don't think we have much choice but to go through with it. And who knows, if Joanne is right, I might even wind up enjoying myself." I gave him a weak smile.

"Joanne recommended the yellow bracelet," I reminded him. "Is that OK with you or should I go with the red?"

"If you want to go with the yellow, it's OK with me," he replied. "It's completely up to you."

I did select the yellow bracelet, took off my clothes, wrapped the towel around myself and waited until the couple currently on the stage finished. Taking a deep breath, I tried to prepare myself for what was about to happen. We stepped out onto the stage hand in hand and I held up my left wrist to display the yellow bracelet. I glanced at Joanne and could see that she was smiling.

Jeff settled himself on the mattress. I stood up nervously, untied my towel and let it drop to the floor. I could see that both Richard and Joanne liked what they saw as I settled myself with my head on Jeff's lap and tentatively wiggled my finger toward the audience. Three men came up on stage and began to undress. One of them had a full beard. He knelt beside me, tentatively put a hand on my breast and began to gently caress my nipple. "Is this your first time?" he asked.

"Yes, it is," I replied. "Is it that obvious?" He chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy yourself," he instructed me. "No one will do anything you don't want them to do. Just remember that." With that, he bent down and took my breast into his mouth, circling my nipple with his tongue. He was very gentle and I had to admit that it actually felt rather nice.

One of the other men knelt at my other side and began to caress my other breast. Soon, he also began to use his lips and tongue and I was beginning to actually enjoy it. The man with the beard let his hand drop to between my legs and began gently rubbing my vagina. It was the first a man other than my husband had ever touched me there, and I immediately tensed. Before the man with the beard could say anything, Jeff reached out to touch my hair and stroke my cheek. "Just relax and enjoy yourself, babe," he said gently. "No one will hurt you so long as I'm here."

I finally decided that since there was no way to avoid it, I might as well relax and enjoy it. I spread my legs slightly to give his hand easier access and he began to gently caress my clitoris. It felt exactly the same as when my husband did it to me and I began to feel myself getting wet. He began to use two fingers, putting them ever so slightly inside me, and I began breathing faster. Sensing my growing excitement, he moved down, buried his head between my legs and began to use his tongue. I could feel his beard on my skin as his chin moved up and down, and it was not at all unpleasant.

The third man finally knelt beside me where the man with the beard had been. I was really getting excited now and knew that the first waves of an orgasm would soon begin to sweep over me. I tentatively reached out with one hand to take a penis into it, then with the other. I could feel both getting stiff as I stroked them. I could also feel myself coming closer to climax.

The man on one side of me tapped the man with the beard on the shoulder, indicating that he wanted to change places. They did, and I reached out and grasped the new penis, which was already hard. I shuddered as I felt the first waves of an orgasm, and debated whether or not to take a penis into my mouth. The question was resolved for me when the man with the beard gently placed his on my lips.

I opened my mouth and took it in, licking the tip of his penis as I did so. This man was incredibly gentle, allowing me to take in more and more of him at my own pace, and I was beginning to really like him, whoever he was. The third man took over between my legs as the one who had been there knelt beside me and offered me his penis. I released the one in my mouth and took his instead. He began to gently rock his hips back and forth as I felt another, more powerful orgasm begin to sweep through my body. Just then, I felt the familiar twitching and my mouth was quickly filled with sperm. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but some still dribbled out onto my chin. The man with the beard gently wiped it off, then went back to his previous position between my legs. Once again, I enjoyed the feel of his beard on my bare skin.

Now the man he replaced offered me his penis, and I took it enthusiastically. I had no idea who the man between my legs was. All I know was that waves of pleasure, stronger and more frequent than any I had ever felt before, were washing over my body one after the other. "Mmmmm," I moaned as my mouth was once more filled with sperm.

I looked up at my husband and said, "I think I'm ready for you now. Lie on your back." He quickly complied and I scrambled on top of him, lowering myself onto his penis and taking it inside me. "Oh, yeah," I moaned. "That's it!" I reached out to the man with the beard, who was now kneeling beside me looking as if he weren't sure what to do next, and indicated that I wanted him in my mouth. He smiled and obliged me and I began to bob my head up and down gently. I could feel him start to twitch just as my husband said, "I'm cumming!" and the sensation of both at once sent a final, extremely powerful orgasm racing through me, causing me to quiver with delight.

After we had all caught our breath, Jeff and I went backstage, put our clothes back on and returned to our seats. "Well, how was it, Kris?" Joanne asked immediately. "You looked like you were really enjoying yourself. Was it as good as I said it was going to be?"

I sighed deeply. "Better," I replied. "It was even better than you said it would be. I'm glad I let you talk me into it." Jeff said nothing, then indicated that it was getting late and we really should be getting back to our hotel since we had a meeting scheduled for first thing next morning. Everyone agreed and we went outside, where the security guard hailed us a cab."

As soon as we were alone, Jeff asked, "Did you mean what you said about enjoying it, or was that just a line of malarkey?"

I put my head on his shoulder. "I lost count of how many orgasms I had tonight," I said, "but I've never had so many. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. How was it for you?"

He paused. "At first, I was having a tough time dealing with it, seeing those other men fondle you like that," he replied. "But when I saw how much pleasure they were giving you, how much you seemed to be enjoying it, I really began to get excited."

We didn't talk the rest of the way back to the hotel. When we were safely in bed, I snuggled in Jeff's arms and sighed. "Thanks for being so understanding," I said. This was certainly a night I'll never forget. At the very end, when we all came together, it was like nothing I had ever felt before and I thought I was going to pass out. But now I just want to be with you,"

When we got back home, my sister Karen and her husband Eric were waiting for us. "Well, how was your trip," Karen asked. "Did you get to see everything you wanted to see?"

I smiled. "It was really exciting," I replied. "I saw everything I wanted to see and more. I'll tell you all about when I'm not so tired."

"OK," Karen replied. "I can't wait to hear all about it."