Finding Dates for My Wife Pt. 08

Paul shares Lisa with his father for a full week.


Chapter 53 - Colorado Visit (Lisa)

Paul parked and got my bags from the trunk. My husband had a business conference to attend and since he didn't like leaving me alone at home, and also wanted to share me with his father again, he had called his father in Colorado and offered to share me while he was at the conference. If you have read the previous parts of our story you already know my husband shares me with other men, and on occasion with women. He finds men he wants to share me with and arranges these dates where the vast majority of the time the men who arrive to pick me up are total strangers to me. When arranging these dates my husband makes it clear to the man, or sometimes woman, his specific purpose for sharing me with that person is for me to be my date's sexual plaything. I'm shared with these people for their use and sexual enjoyment. This is not to say I don't enjoy the dates. After my date brings me home, my husband and I have some of the best sex a couple can experience.

Despite what some may think, my husband and I have a great marriage while living the Hotwife lifestyle. This lifestyle is not for everyone, but for us it provides many hours of heightened sexual enjoyment.

For this trip to see my father-in-law, my husband helped me check in at the airport making sure all my luggage was properly tagged and hopefully would arrive at my destination, with me.

I had asked my husband what he thought I should pack. He called his father, and asked what the plans were. The response he got wasn't a lot of help. Ben said he wanted to take me fishing for maybe two or three days then we might do some hiking and the remainder of the time would be spent around his house. Not knowing quite what to expect I knew it would be cooler in Colorado than it was at our house near the beach, but still it was June. I packed some of my warmer and some shorts and sexy tops. I also included a few pieces of sexy lingerie. I like my father-in-law and know he is a man who not only enjoys looking, he also enjoys touching his daughter-in-law's body.

The thought of spending time with Ben was one that made me feel really good. I knew earlier, Ben had been suffering a little depression since the loss of his wife, my husband's mother. The first time Paul shared me with his father I had been able to bring him out of some of his depression and was looking forward to spending an entire week alone with him. I was secretly hopeful Ben had some ideas in mind he wanted to experience with me where I would become even better acquainted with his wonderful cock, I had come to appreciate.

Paul gave me a kiss just before I headed off toward the security screening area. He said, "Baby be careful and call Dad or me if you run into any problems. Have fun with Dad. He knows the rules and I expect you to make him happy. I love you and will see you a week from today."

Holding my shoulders with his hands he looked at me and said, "Honey you make my cock hard just looking at you." I love it when he says things like that. Paul and I both love sex, but he also has a lot of fun sharing me with others. I admit I love being his wife and enjoy having him share me. Normally I pick out my own clothes but Paul told me he wanted to select what I would wear for the flight.

When I saw him looking through my clothes I reminded him not only would his father see me when I arrived, but so would everyone in the airports as well as on the plane. He looked up at grinning and said, "I know. I was just thinking the same thing."

When finished I saw he had selected a pink blouse and matching pink satin and lace quarter cup bra. He loved the way that style of bra displayed my breasts. A shelf bra leaves most of my breast exposed once my blouse was off. Not only am I on display, it is almost impossible to keep the fabric of the blouse from rubbing against my nipples hardening them and causing them to poke out against the fabric making little peaks visible through my blouse. He had also selected one of my snug fitting black mini-skirts. It wasn't my shortest, but was pretty damn close to being the shortest skirt I owned. Under the skirt he insisted I be naked. I didn't mind not having anything on under the skirt, but with the skirt being so short I would have to be mindful of this whenever I sat. Crossing my legs would draw the skirt up my legs almost to my hip, but not crossing them would give anyone a glimpse of my pussy if my knees were not together at all times.

He chose a pair of three inch sandals with a wedge heel. These would be much better for travel than the stilettos I normally wear and figured he would chose. When he had everything selected I looked at it and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Baby, I'm so fucking proud of you and I want the whole world to see my gorgeous wife."

After hearing a comment like that, there was no way this girl was going to argue about wearing what he had selected.

When I had finished dressing he fastened a sterling silver Hotwife anklet around my ankle. The chain has three charms attached. Two are the gender symbols for male and one is the gender symbol for female. To most people it's just a sexy little ankle bracelet, but for anyone who knows the significance they would know it means I'm a Hotwife and as such my husband shares me with others. That doesn't mean anyone has permission to drag me into a dark corner and fuck me, but it does make them aware of the lifestyle my husband and I enjoy.

I've always thought anklets were sexy and I like the way they draw attention to my small feet. Guys with a foot fetish love my feet. I have three anklets Paul has given me. This is the only one that is sterling silver and has the gender symbol charms. I like when Paul personally fastens it around my ankle. With him putting it on me I feel like he is marking me so others will know I belong to him and am submissive to him.

Teasing me Paul said he wanted to fasten something metal to my pussy so I would set off the airport security metal scanners, which would cause the guards to pull me out of line for a pat down search. I was happy he was only teasing me and not serious about doing that. The thought of something clipped to my pussy with him standing off to the side to see me pulled out of line did get me a little moist between my legs. Thinking about the possibility of a man or even a woman, who likes women, search me and finding the metal clamp attached to my pussy lips was exciting to think about, but I'm not sure I could endure the embarrassment. I also knew better than to tell Paul he couldn't do it. That would only cause him to do it just to prove he could so he could see my embarrassment.

As I went through Security my mind was on what Ben might have in mind for the weekend. My pussy was wet as I thought about some of the many possibilities. Once I had cleared Security I looked back and saw Paul watching. He told me he would wait to make sure I made it through okay before he left. I gave him a wave and blew him a kiss before heading off toward my gate. A couple minutes later my phone chirped letting me know I had a message. Pulling it from my purse I looked and saw it was from Paul. It read, "Have fun Baby. I love you. Did you see those guys behind you in line? They loved your skirt." The message was followed by several red emoji hearts. I love that man so much it hurts.

After closing the message I looked and realized he hadn't just been teasing me. I saw the guys and when they saw me looking at them the smiled and waved. I had to smile and pointed at my left hand and my wedding ring. One of the guys was really cute as he was being overdramatic and slapped his hand to his chest as if I had just broken his heart. They were harmless and cute. I gave them a smile and wave then headed off to my gate.

I found a seat in the gate boarding area that was off away from the crowd. Paul is always a little anal about being early for a flight. He had been late for a flight once and missed his flight. There had been some problem at the Check-In Counter due to them being swamped with a last minute rush that was compounded by a computer network issue. Since then he has insisted on being early. That is probably good, but sometimes does cause an extended wait before they allow us to board the aircraft.

As I sat there I was looking at my phone reading some older e-mails. People began slowly filtering in and it wasn't long before the empty seats around me began to fill. A good looking man, I guessed to be a few years older than me walked up and asked if anyone was using the seat next to me. Putting my phone away I said, "No, it's empty."

"May I?" he asked.

"Sure, be my guest."

As he sat down I caught a whiff of his cologne. He not only looked good, he also smelled good. He was wearing a scent of cologne I was not familiar with. It had a masculine smell like maybe leather or spice. I couldn't place it, but knew I liked it. I thought maybe later I might ask him what it was so I could pick up a bottle to take home to Paul.

We sat next to each other for several minutes without speaking. I had my phone in my hand but was using my peripheral vision to check him out. I grinned to myself when several times I caught him looking at my legs. I was sitting directly across and facing an older lady. I could see from the look on her face she did not approve of my short skirt. I glanced down and could see my nipples were very prominent as they made themselves visible by making little eraser size points in my blouse. When I had put the blouse on I felt it brush against my nipples and was pretty sure this is what would happen. The bra Paul had selected did nothing to help me hide them.

Glancing over at the woman I saw she was now staring directly at me and slowly moving her head side to side making very clear her disgust regarding my wardrobe. I was wishing she would either move or mind her own business. I wondered how many men she had teased when she was my age. It was difficult, but I tried to ignore her and focus on the handsome hunk of man sitting next to me.

He said, "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Clifford and you are..."

"Lisa," I said.

"Lisa, what a pretty name for such a beautiful woman."

I was embarrassed by his compliment and said, "Thank you." I was silently thinking this was a man I wish Paul could meet. From what I had seen, I wouldn't mind my husband sharing me with him, but there was no way I would do anything with this man without Paul first meeting him and deciding he wanted to share me with him. In our relationship I'm extremely submissive. I don't even suggest men for my husband to consider sharing me with. When it comes to sharing me with others, In our marriage that decision is entirely up to him. He selects the men and makes all of those decisions.

The truth is the only way this man's cock was going to make its way into me would be if he raped me. I was happy it didn't appear he was that kind of guy. I also knew there is nothing to say a man has to fuck me for me to enjoy his company. If he enjoyed looking at my legs I didn't mind. The fact is, I was flattered he found me attractive. After all, my husband had selected this outfit with the purpose of showing me off to those I met. I would simply enjoy the man's company and if looking at me made his day more enjoyable, who was I do deny him that simple pleasure?

We started talking and learned we were both going to the same place. Not that we were flying into the same airport, but that we were both being picked up and driven to the same city north of Denver. I found out he would be staying with friends and family living near where Ben lives. I told him my father-in-law was Ben and had to smile on the inside when he said, "Father-in-law? I was hoping the wedding ring was just to keep the perverts away. I've met several women who were single but wore a wedding ring when they wanted to be left alone."

I held my ring up looking at it and said, "No, it's very real and I have the best husband a girl could want. He's going to a conference and sent me out to spend some time with his father."

"He is a very lucky man."

"We've been married fifteen years," I said.

He grinned and said, "I was talking about your father-in-law."

I knew I was blushing and said, "Oh him. Thank you." I knew it was my imagination but I felt like he could see right through me and knew every detail about why I was visiting Ben and what I would be doing while I was with him.

I was enjoying our conversation and was disappointed as they announced they were boarding the aircraft. With the nosey older lady watching us, we stood and I told him it had been nice talking to him. He said it was his pleasure and hoped we would meet again.

I like the window seat and Paul had made sure when he booked the ticket that I had a window seat. The aircraft was configured with three seats on the side of the aisle across from me and two on my side.

While watching the ground crew scurry around I was startled when I heard Clifford's deep baritone voice say, "This must be Karma. I've got the aisle seat."

I was happy to have him sitting next to me and at the same time quite nervous. I had to smile as I thought it could have been worse. I could have been stuck sitting next to the disapproving lady seated across from us. I would rather have a handsome man to talk to, any day, over someone who wanted to be judgmental and possibly lecture me all the way to Denver on what is proper attire for a lady.

Clifford took his seat and buckled his seat belt, not saying much at first. Once we were airborne he removed a book from his briefcase and began reading. The flight attendant came though the cabin taking our drink orders. We had a male flight attendant and the other passengers were keeping him quite busy. He appeared to be new and not too sure of himself. I had ordered a glass of orange juice and when he handed it to me the perfect collision took place. It was as if all the forces in the universe came together over my lap. Clifford had raised his hand and caught the bottom edge of the plastic tumbler filled with juice, causing it to fly out of the flight attendant's hand, do a 180 degree rotation over my lap and come crashing down on my tray table. Somehow the juice missed my blouse and all but just the hem of my skirt, but my bare legs were covered with juice.

Clifford grabbed a cloth from the drink cart and before asking me for permission or giving what he was about to do any advanced thought he began wiping the spilled juice from my legs while apologizing repeatedly for what happened. It was clear he felt horrible and I didn't know what to say as he continued to clean the juice from my legs. It seemed he suddenly realized what he was doing as he was drying the upper part of my thighs. He froze then said, "Oh fuck. I'm so sorry. I wasn't even thinking." Handing me the towel he said, "Here, I'm sorry that was totally inappropriate."

I gave him a grin and said, "It was an accident. No harm was done." I took the cloth and said, "I didn't mind what you were doing. You should have kept going. You were doing a good job. I most likely wouldn't have stopped you."

Again he froze then looked at me in disbelief saying, "Really?"

Grinning I said, "Yes, really." I paused then said, "But on second thought it's probably best you stopped when you did. I'm sure if you had continued you were about to embarrass us both."

It was clear from the look on his face he wasn't sure what I meant by the comment. I then said, "Let's just say my husband selected my wardrobe for the trip and he neglected to lay out everything I might need."

Glancing at my lap he said, "You mean..." as he looked at the hem of my skirt.

Grinning again I nodded my head saying, "He likes going commando and obviously thought I should do the same. It's just that when he goes commando he isn't wearing a mini-skirt."

In a low drawn out groan Clifford said, "F-u-c-k."

I grinned and said, "No, but dressed as I am that would be a lot easier to accomplish."

Glancing at his pants I saw a large bulge had developed. He saw where I was looking and his face turned red. I leaned over and in his ear and whispered, "At least now I know you're not gay."

I almost laughed then said, "Sweetie, I'm sorry. That was mean of me to tease like that. I like you and I shouldn't have done that to you, but between you and me, I like knowing you like me. I like you too and it's too bad we have to leave it at that."

Reclining my seat I wanted to take a nap. I almost asked the flight attendant for a blanket to place over my lap and legs, but then remembered my husband wanted my legs to be seen. I smoothed my skirt over my lap, then turned my head toward the window and closed my eyes. I would have bet Clifford's eyes were on my legs and I almost expected to feel his hands on my bare flesh. To his credit he kept his hands to himself and while he was probably watching the hem of my skirt hoping for me to sneeze or something else to cause the hem to rise enough to give him a peak he never once touched me.

Clifford had been carrying a light weight jacket when we boarded the plane. This is not unusual for people from the coast traveling to a place like Denver. Paul has told me sometimes a cool front will come through and while it doesn't both the locals, those of us accustom to beach weather find a jacket nice to have.

To my surprise when I woke the jacket that had been on Clifford's lap was now spread across my lap. He understood when I looked from the jacket to hm. He said, "Sorry, but your skirt is pretty short. Understand, I'm not complaining, but it had moved up a little more than I thought you would want so I just loaned you my jacket.

Lifting the jacket and looking under it I could see my bald pussy was clearly on display. I lowered the jacket and thought for a moment. I thought maybe after he put the jacket over me my skirt had moved even higher. I lowered the jacket and asked him, "How high was my skirt when you put the jacket over me?"

"It's a little embarrassing."

"It's okay," I said. "I'm just curious."

"Okay, if you want to know. I obviously didn't measure it, but it was high enough I know you shave more than your legs and underarms."

I know my face must have turned beet red. I'm an exhibitionist, that's for sure, but I like to be awake and know what I'm doing when others are enjoying my exposed body.

Seeing my embarrassment, Clifford said, "I'm really sorry, but I think I got you covered before anyone else saw you."

He was so cute. I realized he had done the only thing he could think of and I was grateful. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "You are a true gentleman. Thank you."

It was now his turn to blush as he said, "It was my pleasure and you are even more beautiful that I realized."

I lifted my butt off the seat and pulled my skirt back down. Checking under the jacket I confirmed I was once again covered before I removed his jacket, folded it and placed it on his lap while thanking him.

"You can keep it, I don't mind."

"No, thanks to you, I'm okay now."

I saw Clifford's eyes glance back over to my exposed legs. He looked up and saw that I had caught him. He grinned and said, "They really are nice."

He then grinned and said, "Lisa this is one trip I will not soon forget. I just wish the situation was such that I could get to know you a lot better."

I placed my hand on his then gave him a smile and said, "You and me both. You just never know what life may throw at us."

He said, "I'll keep my fingers crossed," as he gave me a big grin.

No further sexual innuendos occurred the remainder of the flight. I did feel bad Paul hadn't met Clifford. I was sure if he had I would see him at the door when I pulled it open, some future Friday evening.

As we were walking up the Jet-Way and entering the terminal with Clifford directly behind me I got an idea. Once we were inside the terminal I pulled out my phone and said, "Clifford, do you mind me taking a selfie of the two of us?"

His face lit up and he said, "Not if you'll promise to send me a copy."

Chapter 54 - Mountain Time (Ben)

I was at the airport an hour early to pick up my daughter-in-law. I was looking forward to her spending the week with me. I was very excited when my son called and told me he had a conference to attend and wanted to know if I would like to have Lisa fly out to spend the week with me. I told him, "I'd love to have her." I heard him laugh then say, "Dad, that's the idea."

It took me a few seconds then I realized what he was saying. I said, "That didn't come out how I had intended."

"Dad, that's okay. I think you know what I think and seriously, she is yours for the week. I'm sure you'll enjoy her."

"I now I will. Thanks Son."

"You are welcome Dad. Take care and enjoy the week."

My daughter-in-law is one very beautiful woman and I would have been happy to have her spend time with me regardless of the situation. A while back my son had surprised me by telling me about the lifestyle he and Lisa enjoy. Before I could fully understand that he offered to share her with me. That first night with my daughter-in-law is one memory I never want to forget.

Since then I've looked at her from a much different perspective. She is not only a beautiful woman she is also one of the sexiest women I have ever been to bed with. Fucking your son's wife is quite an eye opening experience, especially when it's done out in the open with his encouragement and her desire to have her body used by you for your own sexual enjoyment. It's something I can never explain to my friends, but just the same it's an experience I'll always treasure.

Paul told me he was sending a DVD along with Lisa telling me it contained the video he shot during Lisa's birthday party where I had been one of the participants. That day has been a blur in my memory so I was anxious to see the video. I received a text message from Lisa telling me they had just landed and would soon be at the gate to get off the aircraft.

I replied telling her I was at the airport and ready to take her to the house once she got her luggage. I waited a few minutes then began circling the Arrivals area watching for her to appear. When I saw her my heart surged. My son's wife doesn't even have to try to look sexy; it just comes to her naturally.

She was standing amongst several others next to her roller bag, but she might as well have been standing there all alone. She stood out in the crowd as if it was midnight and a spotlight was focused on only her. She was wearing a pink satin blouse that looked like it had been custom tailored. It fit her curves snug without looking too small. She wore the sexiest little black mini-skirt and a pair of cute heels that looked casual, but yet had a heel high enough to shape her legs in a way that makes a man want to spread them and dive in. I knew her well enough to know she dressed like this without even knowing how hot she looked.

She saw me moments after I had spotted her, and waived. I pulled up to the sidewalk and as I took her bags I was well aware of the fact anyone looking at my crotch would see the obvious bulge as my cock strained to get free of the confines of my pants.

After loading her bags in the back of my pick-up truck, I opened the passenger door and watched her climb up into the cab. That firm little ass made me even more uncomfortable. I tried hard to adjust my cock without being obvious about what I was doing. As I closed the door I looked and saw several men looking my way. Most quickly looked away afraid of me seeing then ogling Lisa. A couple older guys didn't care they had been caught. They simply gave me a grin and nodded their heads.

I jogged around to the driver's side and jumped in. I was surprised to see Lisa had scooted across the seat and was in the middle of the bench seat. With my right hand I squeezed her bare thigh and held it until I heard someone honk their horn behind me. Moving my hand to the gear shift I put the transmission in gear and let out on the clutch.

Lisa was a little chatterbox as we drove. Listening to a female voice was music to my ears. Living alone I enjoy having company, but it's usually my fishing buddies and seldom do I have the opportunity to be around women. Hearing Lisa's voice has always been refreshing, but it sounded especially good this time.

My son's wife is so adorably cute, it's impossible to not like her. I fell in love with her the first time I met her. They had been dating for quite a while when our son brought her home to meet his mother and me. By the end of their visit my wife and I were both ready to make wedding plans for them.

I admit I had lusted after her, but I never made any attempt to act on that lust. My wife had even noticed my interest in her and had teased me about it. I confessed to her that she was right. The look of concern she gave me prompted me to say, "Honey you know me, I'm always horny, but you know I would never cheat on you and she is our son's girl. Even if we weren't married I would never screw things up for him."

She assured me she knew what I was saying was true and that she had never questioned my faithfulness to her. She did laugh and tell me she knew I was a horny old man. After Paul and Lisa were married I always enjoyed when they came to visit and over time was always able to control my underlying desire of wanting to fuck my son's wife. There were times I thought she might have seen through me, but she never said anything and Paul never acted like he had noticed. Lisa had teased me some, but I don't think she realized how hard it had been for me to control myself. Like I said, I don't think she realizes what emotions she stirs in men.

Imagine my surprise when my son visited and on our father/son fishing trip he spilled the beans, telling me he and Lisa lived a Hotwife lifestyle. He went on to explain in detail what this meant. As he explained to me how he shares Lisa with other men it took all my self-control to not pull my cock out and jerk off right there in front of him. My fantasy came true when he said he wanted to share Lisa with me. At first his words didn't actually register in my brain. I was sure I had misunderstood, but he made it clear this was what he wanted to do.

From that moment up to the moment I pushed my cock past her wet lips and into her warm moist pussy I was afraid someone was going to wake me up and tell me it had all been a wonderful dream. Since then I've had the pleasure of enjoying Lisa's body several times and each time seems to be better than the previous. From that first time I put my cock in her tight little pussy I was hopelessly and forever hooked.

While she was talking and catching me up on what she and Paul had been doing my brain was thinking of those sexy legs in the seat beside me. During the drive she never once mentioned any of her dates, but I was sure there had been some. She told me about their new house and about some of the unique features Alan had designed into the home. I was very happy for her and Paul. They really did seem to have a perfect marriage.

From the way she talked I could tell her life revolved around my son. I would have never thought anyone living as they do could have such a strong marriage. The Hotwife lifestyle, at least the way they live it, had not fractured their marriage as I would have suspected, but instead seemed to make it even stronger. This knowledge made it easy for me to let go and accept this gift my son had given me and enjoy my beautiful and sexy daughter-in-law.

I was keeping both hands on the steering wheel as we headed down the Interstate. She reached up and took hold of my right wrist. Ducking under my arm she placed it over her shoulders as she scooted even closer against me. Taking the hint I pulled her tight against my side. She looked up at me grinning and gave me a kiss on the cheek saying, "That's better. Dad I met a guy on the flight from home. He was the nicest guy and the funny thing is after we had been talking a while I found out he is from here and even has relatives who live not too far from you."

"That is a small world. What's his name?"

"Crap, I didn't even get his last name, but his first name is Clifford."

My brain was flipping through all the guys named Clifford that I knew. I said, "Clifford? I can't think of any guys by that name who would match your description."

"That's not important. He was just a nice guy and I thought it was cool we were both coming to the same city."

"Yes, that is funny. What would you like to do this week? Are there any sites or activities you have always wanted to do here, but never before had the time to see or do?"

Her voice took on a sexy tone when she said, "Dad, I think you know the reason Paul had me come see you."

I was embarrassed to admit it even to myself that I was just a little embarrassed by her comment. "Honey, you know how I feel and I assure you I have set aside plenty of time for us."

I inhaled deeply smelling her sweet perfume as she asked, "Dad do you know the best thing about a truck with a standard transmission with the shifter on the floor?"

"I'm not sure."

She took my right hand from behind her and kissed my hand before saying, "You can play with a pussy between shifting gears." She then placed my hand high on her bare thigh and said, "Dad, I'm here for you. I'm all yours for the week and you are free to enjoy me any way you want."

I'm not sure how I kept the truck on my side of the road. After a couple minutes I moved my hand a little higher closing the two or three inches between where she had placed my hand and her bald pussy. I thought I would find a sexy thong or G-string, her favorite choices for underwear, but instead I found her pussy was not only bald, it was bare.

As if she could read my mind she said, "Paul didn't want me to wear anything under my skirt for the trip and wanted my pussy bare when you saw me."

Smiling I said, "He's a good son and a good man. I am very proud of him."

"He is also a very good husband."

"You will get no argument from me on that."

I didn't penetrate her while I was driving, but I did rub my fingers over her lips, under which I knew her sensitive little clit was hidden. Her excited chatter from before changed to moans of pleasure now and then as she placed her head on my shoulder and spread her legs wider giving me better access.

By the time we pulled into the driveway at my house the seat under her was soaked with her arousal. She apologized and said she would clean the seat. I told her she would not touch it. I explained after she left, I liked the idea that each time I would get in the truck I would be able to smell her and be reminded of our drive. She hugged me and said, "You are just a dirty old man and I love you so much," right before she kissed me.

For dinner I ordered a pizza and we sat in the living room eating pizza and drinking beer. Lisa got into a deep philosophical dissertation about languages and how the English language is so inadequate. Lisa speaks a little Spanish, but not enough to even be conversational. Me, I only speak English, so I'm not sure either of us knew enough to hold an intelligent conversation on the subject, but Lisa said it's a shame English is such a limiting language. She said, "For example, I've read where some of the ancient languages had several different words for love. I love Paul and I love you. I also love ice cream. From my limited knowledge I understand some of the ancient languages had a different word for each of these forms of love. I can say I honestly love four men, but my love of each is different. The love I feel for you and Daddy is much different than the love I have for Paul."

"I see what you mean and I agree. Is the fourth Alan?"

Smiling she said, "Yes, and I love him differently than you and Daddy. This is all so confusing. I also love being fucked...and..."

"And what?" I asked.

"Well nothing really, but I was sort of wondering why you haven't used me yet. After all, that is why I'm here."

We were sitting on the couch and she had her legs pulled up with her feet tucked under her. She looked so vulnerable and sexy. I took a long pull from my beer then took the slice of pizza she was holding from her placing it on the coffee table in front of us. She gave me a sexy grin as I stood and undressed faster than I believe I have ever undressed. I was standing with my cock pointing straight out toward her when I said, "You want me to fuck you here or in the bedroom?"

"Daddy, as long as you fuck me I don't care where you want to do it. I'm yours for the week to do with as you please."

Not speaking to her I muttered, "FUCK" then knew I couldn't wait to get her into the bedroom. Built up lust took control as I pushed her back onto the couch spreading her legs. This moved her skirt up and displayed her bare pussy. I love the taste of her pussy, but I wasn't even slowing down for that. I was on top of her. She giggled and then had her hands on my hard cock guiding it into her as she said, "I'm yours. Fuck your son's wife."

Instinctively I knew she had my cock in place as I pushed hard with my hips sinking my full length into the very wet cock tunnel that led directly to her womb.

She had her arms around my back and her legs wrapped around my waist holding onto me as I thrust with abandon in and out of her.

"Oh Fuck Daddy. I've been thinking about this all day. Fuck my pussy, it's for you to use. Fuck me hard and fill me with your cum."

I knew her dirty talk would drive me over the edge. This was going to be a fast fuck. I desperately had to have her and make her mine. Later I would be more considerate and loving, but for now all I wanted to do was fuck her and fill her with my cum.

By the time I had emptied my balls into her we were both breathing hard and covered with perspiration. After catching my breath I kissed her and said, "I am sorry Honey. I didn't mean to be such a savage. It felt like I was raping you."

"Dad, you know me and you know how I enjoy being fucked hard. I loved it and the intensity was great. If you fuck me like that every time you use me I'll be one very sore and happy girl when you send me back home next week."

It was about then I realized with the exception of her heels she was still dressed just as she was when I picked her up. I said, "Let's get you out of these clothes and take a shower."

She smiled and said, "I'd like that."

Chapter 55 - Hiking and Camping (Lisa)

After our shower it felt good to climb into bed and curl up against my husband's father. At our wedding he had asked me to think of him as my second father. He wanted me to call him Dad or Daddy. At first it had seemed odd, but after calling him that a few times I liked that he didn't want to view me as his daughter-in-law but rather, as his daughter. Paul's mother had been the same way and I called her Mom up until the day she had passed away. Paul has truly amazing parents.

Lying there in bed with Ben I was reminded he was not only handsome and very masculine he was also a fantastic lover and all around nice guy. I really love him and was excited my husband was sharing me with his father for an entire week.

I woke up before Ben and quietly got out of bed. I hadn't unpacked and didn't bother to get dressed. I knew he would prefer me naked anyway. Heading into the living room I cleaned up the pizza and beer bottles from the previous night. The couch looked okay and I didn't see any dried semen on the cushions.

When I first heard Ben I was standing naked at the stove making pancakes. Ben was wearing a pair of boxers. He gave me a grin and moved behind me to put his arms around me cupping my breasts in his large hands. He was lightly pinching and tugging on my nipples when he said, "Last night was wonderful and seeing you standing here so beautiful while fixing breakfast is the ultimate."

"You were really quite the man last night. I hope I get to feel that cock inside me a lot more this week."

"Honey, you can count on that."

Ben put the place settings on the table while I finished. We sat and ate, his eyes seldom getting higher than nipple level. Once I cupped one of my breasts in my hand and said, "I have been thinking about getting my boobs enlarged."

Before I could say any more he said, "Don't you dare! They are perfect just the way they are."

I was pretty sure he would say that, but I liked hearing it again. "Okay, if that's what you think. What are the plans for today?"

"I had thought of fishing, but I know you aren't into fishing like me, so what do you think about us going into town and getting you a pair of good hiking shoes and then hitting some of the easy to moderate trails."

"Sounds good. I brought along some shorts and jeans. I wasn't sure what we would be doing so I brought a little of everything." I could see the grin on his face and look in his eyes then added, "And, yes I even brought some lingerie and sexy clothes."

"That's my girl. Maybe if we're lucky the airport will get snowed in and you will not be able to get out for a month or so."

Laughing I said, "Unless I'm mistaken I don't think it snows that much, even in Colorado, in July."

"You might have a point, but I can always wish for a freak snow storm."

After we ate I took a shower, washed my hair then shaved under my arms and everything below my waist to make sure I got rid of any stubble. I was finishing brushing my hair and getting ready to put on my make-up when Ben came up behind me. I could feel he had shed his boxers and his stiff cock was pressed against my back. We were both looking into the mirror when I saw his hands close on my breasts.

"Honey you are incredibly difficult to resist. I just can't seem to be able to keep my hands off you."

Giving him a grin I turned to face him and said, "There's no reason you need to resist. I'm yours for the week to do with anything you want." His cock was now poking my tummy. He is so much taller than me his nipples were at my lips. I sucked on them then looked up at him and sank to the rug in front of the vanity. With my eyes on his I took him into my mouth. His cock had a faint taste of soap from his earlier shower.

Cupping both of his balls in my hands I worked his cock flicking my tongue along the underside of his shaft just behind his glans. I've learned men love having this done. It always drives Paul wild and was having the same effect on his father. After a couple minutes of this I felt his hands on the sides of my head then felt him pulling me further onto his cock. He used his hold on my head to begin fucking my mouth. He kept my face turned up so he could see my eyes and watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth. I had to concentrate to keep from gagging as he was pushing himself deeper into my mouth than I normally take a man.

I managed to control my gag reflex until he pulled back leaving only his glans in my mouth. I tasted his warm thick cum flow from his cock and onto my tongue. I swallowed it as fast as he pumped it into my mouth. After he had finished I kept him in my mouth until he pulled himself out. He helped me to my feet. I turned my head laying my cheek against his hair covered chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me saying. "Baby that was great." We stood there for maybe five minutes before he said, "Let's go get you some hiking shoes. You are going to enjoy fucking in the great outdoors under the open sky."

****

Ben had a certain brand of hiking shoes he liked. He said there was no break-in period needed, they were cushioned and they gripped the trail the best of any shoes he had ever worn. I found a pair I liked in the brand he liked. They were very comfortable and were pink with gray soles and accents. He grinned and said, "Should have known you would find a girly pair."

The clerk grinned when she heard me say, "You haven't complained before about me being girly."

I liked that it embarrassed him a little having the clerk hear me. As we went toward the register she quietly said, "He's a handsome one, isn't he?"

She even blushed a little when I grinned and said, "Yes and that isn't the best part."

Ben saw we were talking, but couldn't hear us. As we were leaving the store he asked, "What were you two talking about?"

Throwing my hair back over my shoulder I said, "Nothing really. Just girly talk."

He grinned and shook his head knowing he was not going to win this conversation. Before we left the house Ben had put a backpack and some supplies in the truck. He had told me to dress comfortable. I was wearing a satin pair of pink bikini panties I hardly ever wore, but felt they would be much better than a thong or G-string if we were going hiking. I had on a regular bra and t-shirt along with pink shorts that were probably much shorter than one of the local girls would wear to go hiking, but they were all I had. Ben liked them and said they would be fine.

He drove deep into the woods and parked in a small cutout along the road large enough for four or five vehicles. He said it was a trail he liked and one that not many people used since there were several others closer to town that were also very popular. He parked and got the large backpack out slipping his arms through the straps. I felt a little naked and guilty not having a backpack of my own to help carry some of the load.

Ben said it wasn't that much and he was used to hiking, where I wasn't and it was better this way. He gave me a pair of carbon fiber walking poles saying using them might seem strange at first, but once we got further onto the trail I would be happy I had them. He told me he had a small digital camera in the backpack for any photos we might want to take. "Watch for wildlife. There are many beautiful birds and animals to see, but there are also some animals that can be very dangerous." As he said this I saw him holster a rather large handgun on his hip.

Guns don't bother me at all. My father taught me how to shoot and how to handle a weapon. I am actually proud of my abilities with a firearm. Paul has a couple handguns at home. We go to a range not far from where we live to shoot. Sometimes Paul has me use one of his or he rents me one at the range to try something new. More often than not I shoot a higher score than Paul. He claims it is because he is helping me, but regardless of the reason, I enjoy shooting a handgun.

I understand some women and even some men are afraid of guns, but I believe this is because they don't understand how they operate or how to safely handle them. The fact is I was relieved to see Ben had brought along the firearm.

The trail was well marked and it was just as beautiful as Ben had said. I was a little surprised when we began to see so many birds. I figured we would see them earlier in the day. We had walked for a couple hours when Ben saw a large log and suggested we stop and take a break.

After helping him take the backpack off we sat and talked about how perfect the day was. He told me the trail would begin to incline in a few hundred yards and that is where the walking sticks would help. We got a drink of water and were sitting in silence listening to the wind in the trees and the sounds of critters calling to each other. Then Ben broke the silence saying, "Honey be honest with me and tell me does this Hotwife thing ever cause any problems between you and Paul."

"You need to believe me when I say we have never even had an argument because of anything related to that. Just like any married couple we have disagreements and even a few fights, but none of them are because of me being a HotWife or him sharing me. The only thing I can think of was there were a few times when he first started sharing me that he would be late coming home from work and he hadn't told me he would be late; then when he did get home he would refuse to tell me why he had been late. I got upset a few times until he explained it was on each of those evenings he had met with a man he was considering sharing me with. He said he didn't want to tell me and spoil the surprise. If there was ever trouble because of the lifestyle that's the only thing I can think of that might qualify."

"When Paul told me what you two were doing I didn't know what to think. At first I didn't believe him then I thought your marriage might be falling apart. It took me quite a while to get my head wrapped around it."

I said, "It's that way for a lot of people. Most of the guys Paul shares me with are even like that. They just don't understand and I understand. Our lifestyle probably wouldn't work for most people, but Paul and I love each other so strongly we like the element of adventure and excitement it adds to our marriage.

"One day I overheard a conversation when I was in a restaurant. Four guys were at a table next to where Paul and I were seated and this one guy happened to be wearing a pink shirt. His friends were teasing him saying he was gay or a sissy. I will never forget what he told them. He said he was confident enough of his masculinity he didn't have to worry about wearing pink. It's sort of like that with Paul and me. Our marriage is so strong we don't worry about what others think of our lifestyle or even another man stealing me away from Paul."

Ben sat there looking at me as he thought about what I had said. After a bit he then nodded his head and said, "I'm not sure why, but that helps me understand this more than anything I've heard before. I think I finally get it."

For the first time I believe he did understand. Before he had accepted our lifestyle, but now he understood and believed what I had said. Seeing his understanding I said, "Dad, we haven't seen anyone else out here today, and you said this trail is not heavily traveled. I'm getting a little warm. Would it bother you if I worked on my tan, at least from the waist up?"

He glanced around as if to see if anyone was close before answering. He grinned saying, "It wouldn't bother me a bit and I think that would be just fine. Just so you know, there is still the possibility we could run into others even though we haven't seen anyone so far."

"I've been warned," I said as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and then turned away from him and asking him to unfasten my bra. I slipped the top and bra under the top flap of his backpack saying, "There is a little more weight for you to carry." He grinned and said, "That's extra weight I'll be more than happy to carry. You head on out and I'll be right behind you."

It felt so liberating and free to be in the open air and be naked, at least from the waist up. I had considered getting even more comfortable and wearing just my new shoes, but figured I would start topless and maybe later I would add more weight to Ben's backpack.

I was now using the hiking poles and could see what he had said was true. They really did help, especially when going up an incline. I had gone maybe 20 or 30 feet when I heard my father-in-law yell, "Hey Lisa." Turning to see what he needed, I saw him standing in the middle of the trail with the backpack on and looking through the viewfinder of the camera. He caught me off-guard as he took a couple shots. Seeing what he was up to I began striking poses for him. He was grinning as he took a few more shots of me before putting the camera away.

Waiting for him to catch up I laughed when he said, "I told you we would see some beautiful wildlife along this trail."

We continued to walk as we talked about all sorts of topics. We would stop now and then to get a photo of something we saw that was unusual or pretty. Ben wanted me in most of the scenic shots and some were without me. We rounded a sharp corner and there was a large flat rock in the foreground behind which was a beautiful view of a canyon and the mountains. I suggested, "Let's get a photo of this?"

Ben took the backpack off and retrieved the camera. By the time he turned back around to get the photo I was wearing only my new pink hiking shoes and a smile. With a huge grin he said, "That is the most beautiful sight I've seen on any of the many trails I've ever been on."

We were laughing and he had taken several photos. We were having such a good time we hadn't heard the couple who had slowly been slowly gaining on us all day. I think they were as surprised as we were when they came around the corner and saw me stretched out naked on that large rock.

Instinctively I moved my arms to cover myself and heard the woman say, "Don't hide such a beautiful body." Turning to the man she was with she said, "Isn't she gorgeous. I wish I had the balls to be able to do that."

The man laughed and said, "Honey I may need glasses. I didn't see that she has any balls."

She punched him hard in the arm and said, "You know what I mean." She then turned to Ben and asked, "Do you mind if I get a photo with her?"

I looked to see what Ben would say or do. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "No, I guess not."

In an excited voice she said, "Thank you." Turning to the man she was with she said, "Honey, hurry get our camera."

She then rushed over to sit beside me on the rock. She sat right up against me placing her hand on my back at the waist. Her boyfriend or husband was getting ready to take the photo when I asked, "Do you happen to be into girls."

Turning to look at me she asked, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so personal. I was just excited. I didn't mean to..." She then stopped mid-sentence and asked, "How did you know?"

Looking at her I took her other hand I placed it on my breast just before pressing my lips to hers. I know she was not expecting me to do this, but instead of pulling back she opened her mouth allowing my tongue to enter.. Her mouth tasted of mint she had evidently been eating. Her lips were soft against mine and I'm not sure how long we kissed, but when our lips parted Ben and the man she was with were both standing with their cameras lowered as they watched us.

She grinned and said, "Sweetie, that was hot. Can you believe I didn't want to come on this stupid hike today? I am so happy now that I did."

Grinning I said, "I'm also happy you came."

As she was getting up she said, "You're not only beautiful you're smoking hot."

"You're not so bad yourself," I commented.

I slipped my panties and shorts back on. Not bothering with the bra I took the t-shirt out of the backpack and put it back on. We hiked as a foursome for a couple more hours. I learned they were married and were from the area. I didn't disclose many of the details of the relationship between Ben and me. The woman saw my wedding ring and even though Ben no longer wore his wedding ring, she assumed we were married. I didn't see the need to correct her mistake.

At one point the woman said, "You are quite a bit younger than your husband."

Grinning I said, "Yes, I prefer older men and combine that with how nicely he is equipped I'm a very fortunate girl."

She smiled then said, "A woman with a man who is hung and she likes girls. I wish you lived closer so we could get much better acquainted."

"That would be nice, but we have photos and it has been a lot of fun meeting you."

She looked at me like she wanted to ask a question. I asked, "What is it? Was there something you wanted to ask me?"

"Well, yes, but if you don't want to answer, I understand."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Do you mind if the guys take a photo of just the two of us?"

"They already took several."

"I know, but in those I had my clothes on."

I gave her a grin then looked around and saw a perfect spot for the photo. I said, "Hey guys, don't ask questions, just pull your cameras out."

They looked at us confused until they saw us both stripping out of our clothes. When we were both down to just our shoes we embraced and kissed. We went through several poses while the guys captured everything on their digital cameras. Toward the end I slipped my hand between her legs and when I pulled it back my hand was covered with girl arousal. Looking at her I said, "It's a shame we can't do something about that."

She said, "I know, me too. My husband would love to fuck you and I wouldn't mind seeing that equipment you said your husband has."

The disappointment on her face was apparent when I said, "I do wish we could, but I'm really sorry, I can't. I honestly wish I could, and if you really want the truth, Ben isn't my husband. Believe it or not, the truth is my husband shares me with other men and this week he is sharing me with Ben. The only men who can fuck me are men my husband has talked to and decided to share me with. I really would like to do what you want, but it's just that I can't."

She looked at me in disbelief then said, "You're serious, aren't you?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you the truth at first."

Still looking at me a smile started to creep across her face and she said, "That is absolutely the hottest thing I have ever heard. You mean to tell me your husband actually selects guys he wants to share you with? That is so fucking hot!"

Grinning I said, "Yes it is but so are you."

She gave me a hug and said, "Do you mind giving me your e-mail address so we can keep in touch. I promise I won't try to get my husband hooked up with you, but maybe one day if the stars align just right maybe your husband doesn't mind, maybe you and I can get better acquainted."

I thought about it then figured we were not exchanging home addresses, at least not yet, and I did like her. She had photos of me naked, so why not keep our budding friendship alive. I wrote it on a piece of paper and she wrote hers on paper Ben had. After another hot kiss she joined her husband. She was still naked and he had his hand on her bare ass as they headed back down to the trailhead. Ben and I watched them until they were out of sight then turned to head on up the trail.

Ben told me he had brought along a tent and planned for us to camp alongside the trail. He said there was a spot ahead with an open meadow he liked. After my new friend and I had stripped and taken the series of nude photos Ben asked if I minded keeping my clothes off. I said, "If that's what you want, I'd like that."

He grinned and it felt good to be free of clothing. I wondered how far the other couple went before she got dressed. I was hopeful she had gone all the way back to the trailhead where their vehicle was parked, but when I sent her an email I knew that would be one question I would ask.

While being naked was liberating there was also the excitement of maybe being caught by other hikers like had already happened. Unfortunately we didn't see anyone else before we reached a clearing where Ben said he thought we had gone far enough for one day, especially since I was not an experienced hiker. He said, "Honey you may not feel it now, but tomorrow morning you are going to be one very sore little girl."

He said even though it had been warm all day, once the sun went down it would get very chilly. He cleared a spot for a campfire and collected some dead tree limbs he found nearby. It was starting to cool off just like he said, but I was determined to remain naked for his enjoyment. The fire felt good and he had some food he brought along in his backpack that heated up on the campfire.

As I was eating I said, "You are quite the boy scout out here in nature."

"I've always enjoyed camping and nature. I have to say of all the hikes I've taken this has been the best. I have seen a species of wildlife today I never knew existed in the wild."

I was grinning as I asked, "Oh is that right? Have you named this news species you discovered?"

"Well, I was thinking about naming it after some plants. There are already flowers known as 'naked ladies' and then there are also 'pussy willows.' I was thinking 'naked pussy' but what do you think?"

I gave him a kiss then said, "Let me think about that a little. Since you discovered it you need to make sure you give it an appropriate name."

Ben had pitched tent up. It was a small two man tent that zipped closed to keep the bugs out. I made the observation, "We haven't seen many insects. I was afraid there would be mosquitos and all sorts of pesky insects."

"It just depends. Sometimes there are, but today is seems like we've been very lucky."

After the fire died down Ben threw some dirt on it to prevent it from spreading then we climbed into the tent. In the tent he had already spread out a large sleeping bag. I crawled into the bag while he undressed before climbing in to join me. Reaching down I felt his already hard cock and said, "Mmmmm that feels nice. It feels almost like a weapon, maybe a large club. What were you planning on doing with that Sir?"

"I promise it isn't a weapon. I did see a really nice pussy earlier today I thought I might impale that sweet pussy on it. I'm pretty sure the pussy I saw was of trophy quality. I might have to get it mounted like hunters do with exceptional trophies."

"Sounds like that would be quite a catch. Maybe after you stuff and mount it you could show it off over your fireplace."

"I was thinking I would stuff and mount it right here."

"Sounds to me like the man has already made up his mind. Do you happen to have a license to hunt this endangered species?"

"That I do, but even if I didn't, I haven't seen any game wardens in the area."

"I would say you should seize the opportunity and claim your prize while it's still in range and within your sights."

He said, "My thoughts exactly," just before he rolled over on top of me and pushed his cock into me thereby marking and claiming his trophy.

There is something about getting fucked in a tent by a handsome man while on a mountain that makes it even more exciting and satisfying. This was not the hard and ferocious fucking I had experienced the night before, but was slower and gentler. My father-in-law was now almost making love to me. It was even different than what I experience with Paul. This large man lying on top of me as he worked his hard cock in and out of my body made me feel incredibly vulnerable yet so safe and protected. My pussy gripped his cock and as he slowly moved in and out I could feel the ridges along his hard shaft rub against my clit sending electrical impulses of pleasure directly to my brain.

Even if I had tried I would not have been able to suppress the moans of pleasure escaping from within me. At that moment I was never more thankful I had been born female and given this opportunity to have a man like Ben with this powerful desire take me and make me his, even if it was for one night or even a week. Knowing my body was giving him enjoyment, causing his manhood to become so incredibly hard was a feeling only a woman can fully appreciate. Having a body petite and feminine while being with a masculine man used for his enjoyment gave me a feeling of pride while emphasizing my vulnerable femininity.

Ben went slow and in doing so allowed me to experience several orgasms. With each powerful orgasm I could feel the muscles deep inside my pussy try to grip and squeeze milking the cum from his hard shaft.

I don't know if it had been due to the constant stimulation of seeing me hiking naked all day or something else that had caused it, but when Ben did ejaculate into me it seemed the load he put inside me was much larger than normal. It had been a very satisfying orgasm for us both.

It was surprising how well I slept. Ben said it was the fresh mountain air and being a part of nature, but I told him it was the feeling of being safe and protected by the man in the same sleeping bag that had done it. I told him it helped that the man who had caused her to feel so secure had also been a very sexy man. He seemed to get a kick out of my reasoning for sleeping so well.

Chapter 56 - Agreement (Ben)

Waking up on a mountain trail is always a great way to start any day, but add to that the element of waking with a beautiful naked woman in your sleeping bag with you and the possibilities of a great day are limitless. Lisa's small soft but yet firm naked ass pressed against me felt incredible. Not wanting to wake her I laid there enjoying the sensation of her pressed back against me. When she did wake she stretched and with her arms over her head she rolled over to face me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed the side of my neck then in a sleepy feminine voice said, "Morning Dad."

Those were the sweetest two words she could have said. I hugged her tight and said, "Morning Baby. Did you sleep well?"

"It was wonderful. I don't remember the last time I slept like that."

"We better roll out and get going. The bears are really active this time of morning."

Hearing my comment her eyes got as big as saucers. I couldn't help myself and started laughing. I then said, "No Honey, just kidding, but we do need to get up and start back down. Believe it or not, the hike down is harder than the one coming up."

I don't think she believed me until we were on the trail and headed back down the mountain. The morning air was cool and she decided to keep her clothes on. We took our time and enjoyed the scenery. We saw quite a bit of wildlife. I like the majestic elk, but she was fond of the little chipmunks that kept scampering across the trail in front of us.

When we reached my truck parked at the trailhead she said, "You were right. My legs really do ache."

"Yes it has to do with your legs taking more of an impact with each step as you descend. It is much worse on the more advanced trails where you have a much steeper incline. When we get back to the house I will give your legs a massage."

Giving me a shy grin she asked, "You wouldn't happen to have an ulterior motive in mind, would you?"

Smiling at her I said, "Me? How could you think such a thing?"

"I think I am beginning to understand how your mind works much better than I did before."

"I'm only concerned for your wellbeing."

"Yea and maybe just a little concern left over for your handsome cock?"

Holding my thumb and index finger up with a tiny gap between the two I said, "Maybe just a tiny little bit."

Driving with Lisa in the truck was a joy. She makes just being with her so much fun. It has always been nice having her and Paul visit, but having her all to myself made this visit much more enjoyable. She has a youthful playfulness about her and I had always known she liked to banter and tease, but it became much more evident when it was just the two of us.

She had her seat belt on and her legs were driving me wild. I have always been a leg man and Lisa's are silky smooth while also being shapely and firm. They looked even better when she has on a pair of stilettos, but I wasn't complaining. I asked her, "This is a little off the topic, but have you ever had your legs or anything waxed?"

"You mean to remove hair?"

"Yea, I'm not sure what you call it, but you know what I mean."

"Sure, and the answer is yes. Wax is used to grip and pull the hair out. The cool part is there is no razor stubble, but it does hurt a little, as I'm sure you can imagine. I've had it done several times. When I do my pussy I prefer the Brazilian."

"What's that?"

"They remove all the hair on the mons, vulva, anus and everything in the area."

"On your ass? You said anus. You mean they rip the hair out from between your cheeks? OUCH!"

"Yea, but it isn't as bad as it sounds. The only bad part about getting waxed is you have to let it grow out a little so the wax has something to grip onto. Paul likes me smooth all the time, so I usually just shave. As long as I do it every day or two I can keep the stubble to a minimum. I do my legs and underarms at the same time. It is just part of being a girl. You do realize men get waxed too."

"Seriously?"

"Sure, they remove the hair from their pubes, penis, scrotum and yes, also their ass."

"I'm not sure how I would like someone putting hot wax on my dick."

Laughing she said, "Men are such wieners. It's okay for a woman to have her hair ripped out, but not the few little hairs on your precious cock."

I found it to be cute the way she was teasing me and the problem is she was right. I said, "Okay, I know you're right, but it's different with men."

Before I could go any further she said, "You and Paul are both just alike! No, it's not just the two of you, it's all men. If it wasn't for the fact men have cocks, us women probably wouldn't even bother with you."

"Ouch, that hurts."

She laughed and said, "Maybe so and that's only because you know it's true."

"Honey I would like to do something."

"And that is what?"

"Will you let me shave you?"

"You mean my pussy?"

I said, "Yea, I think it would be fun."

She didn't answer and I looked over to see she had twisted in her seat and had her back against the door. She was looking at me and I could see the wheels turning in her head as the grin slowly formed on her face. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what she was thinking. My assumption was she knew what I wanted and was thinking how she could use my desire for her to get something she wanted.

Finally she said, "So you want to shave my pussy? That sounds like fun, but it's only fair that I should also have some fun. You know sort of a tit for tat?"

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"Let me shave you," she said in a matter-of-factly manner.

I knew exactly what she wanted, but said, "Sure, you can shave my face anytime you want."

"Not exactly what I had in mind and you darn well know it."

"But I'm a man and I would look like a little boy."

"Oh, now I understand. It's okay for a woman to look like a little girl."

The thing I liked and didn't like about Lisa was she was smart and quick witted on her feet. It was hard to get something past her without her seeing it coming. Finally I said, "Let me think about it before I agree to anything."

"Sounds good to me and I can tell you it would be so much fun shaving my sexy little pussy. It would make your big cock swell up and get so hard. After you had it all smooth and soft you could put that big cock inside me filling me with that big hard manly cock before filling my wet little pussy with your manly seed."

Staring straight ahead at the road I said, "Not fair!"

I hadn't noticed she had kicked her left shoe off. She put her foot between my legs and began rubbing it and wiggling her toes against my already hard cock. "Ooooo Daddy your cock feels incredibly hard already. Did it get like that just from you thinking about shaving my pussy or were you thinking about me lathering up your cock and those big balls? I would take the razor and very gently pull it across your skin leaving you bald. Sucking on a cock that's hairless is so much more enjoyable." All the time she kept massaging my cock until finally I said, "Okay, you win. You can shave me."

She was grinning as she said, "It is funny how men can be persuaded so easily by just a little massage in such a strategic area."

How could I argue with the fact she was right. We men are weak and women like Lisa know how to use that to their advantage. It isn't fair, but the other problem is I can't resist when she uses her femininity to get what she wants.

****

When we got home Lisa helped me unload the truck then we went in and immediately stripped and got in the shower to wash the trail dust off us. She was playing with me and telling me how she was looking forward to getting rid of that nasty hair. With her foot no longer in my lap I was beginning to wonder why I had agreed to this.

She had teased me almost to the point of ejaculation, but had stopped to keep me horny and willing to let her do what she wanted. She told me to lie on the bed then she disappeared only to return with a bowl of water, hand towel, razor and shaving cream. Placing the bowl of warm water on the night stand she said, "All of it, right?"

"I am not so sure..."

Cutting me off she said, "Yea, that's what I remember you agreeing to. All of it."

I was so horny I'm sure I would have agreed to her castrating me with a dull knife at that point. I lay back as she put warm water all over my pubes, cock and scrotum. It really did feel good and her hands felt wonderful. The next part was even better as she massaged shaving foam into my hair. Taking a razor she began with my pubes then came the good part. Pinching my glans between her fingers she pulled it this way and that as she glided the razor over my shaft to remove every hair. She applied more foam to my scrotum and the area on my thighs, next to my scrotum. She made me a little nervous as she shaved my ball sac but to her credit she didn't nick me, not even once. When she was finished she moistened part of the towel and wiped the soap off. After having removed all the soap she closely inspected it and found a few stray hairs she had missed. She got the razor and touched up those spots until she was convinced I was hairless.

She even took my cock in her mouth and gave it a few strokes which only served to make me that much more excited. Giving my hairless scrotum a firm squeeze she said, "Over onto your tummy. Time for us to get between those manly cheeks."

Looking at her I said, "What?"

"You heard me and you agreed. All of it."

I had come this far and I knew if I didn't let her finish it would be as if I hadn't agreed to anything.

Before lying on my stomach she reached between my legs and took hold of my hard cock pulling it down to point it at my feet while I settled onto my stomach. I felt her wet hand massage me between my buttocks and I had to admit it felt good. Next was the foam followed by the razor. I had been nervous with the razor on my balls, but that was nothing compared to having razor blades around my ass hole. It did feel good, but this was weird. She had me spread my legs then shaved the area behind my scrotum. Every so often she would grip my cock with a lather covered hand and stroke me. She had me so close to blasting a load of cum so many times I lost count. When she laid the razor on the table next to the bowl of water I was pretty sure she had finished.

Moving my arm to my side I touched her naked body as she sat next to me on the bed. Fuck her body felt so damn good. She was using the wet towel to clean the foam from my ass when I felt one of her hands close around my cock. Moments later she was lightly stroking my now hairless ass. She was squeezing my cock hard and slowly stroking it as she began applying pressure to my hole with her finger. She began talking and said, "Just relax and let yourself go. Your balls look good enough to eat now with all that nasty hair gone. I love the way you look. You were sexy as hell before, but now, WOW!"

The fact Lisa has such a sexy voice didn't help at all. Combine that with what she was doing feeling incredible and there was no doubt whatsoever who was in control. I felt the tip of her finger enter me and instantly my ass clamped down on her finger. She didn't pull it out, but said, "Relax. There are millions of verves here. Just relax and let me make you feel good."

After the initial shock I realized what she was doing did feel good. She was wiggling her finger around and gently pushing it further into my hole. It was maybe 15 or 20 seconds later I felt it, and my cock exploded. She gripped it tight until the pulsations stopped and I had relaxed. Slowly she pulled her finger from my ass. She wiped up the mess I had made then said, "You must admit that felt good."

I could see some of my cum was still on her hand. She saw were I was looking then lifted her hand to her tongue and licked it clean. I groaned upon seeing her do this then said, "That felt incredible."

She grinned then said, "Come look at your cock in the mirror. It looks a lot different."

Following her to the full length mirror I looked and saw the results of her efforts. I have a nice size cock, but seeing it without hair, it looked half again larger. I was amazed how much bigger I now looked. I had no idea I would like it as much as I did. It also looked much cleaner without hair. I took hold of my cock and stretched it looking for hair. It was so much better than I had feared. Then there was that thing she had done with my ass. For such a submissive little thing I was very pleasantly surprised she had this side to her sexual personality. I was learning my son's sexy little wife was full of surprises.

Chapter 57 - His Turn (Lisa)

Shaving Ben had been a lot of fun. Knowing I probably would never get the chance again I used all my feminine charm to get what I wanted. Now that he liked what I had done, I wondered if maybe I might not get to do it again one day.

Ben wanted to shave me, but he had also promised me a leg massage. My legs did feel better than they had earlier, and I still wanted that massage. With no massage oil I found a large bottle of hand lotion and had it ready. I said, "My turn Dad. You promised you would massage my legs."

He grinned and said, "Go lay on the bed while I slip on some boxers."

"No, I did you naked, you have to let me touch my man while I enjoy my massage."

He gave me a smile and I knew he liked my idea. I began by lying face down. First he took hold of my ankles and separated them, spreading my legs. Next he squirted some lotion in his hand and rubbed his hands together before placing them on me. He began high on my leg to include the lower part of my ass cheek. His fingers drifted between my cheeks, but his touch felt good and I wasn't complaining. When he got to my calves I told him that is where I was really sore. He did a great job, much better than I expected. I had expected him to use this as simply an opportunity to grope me. I wouldn't have complained if he had, but he was really giving me a nice massage.

He then moved to my feet working his thumbs into my feet. I had always suspected he had a foot fetish just like his son. Paul always insisted I wear heels and that my pedicure always be perfect. The more skin of my foot that showed the better he liked my heels.

In the past when we visited and when I wore sexy shoes, I had often seen Ben stealing glances at my feet. From the way he was massaging my feet I could tell he was spending a little longer on them than was necessary. Again it felt good and if he found enjoyment from massaging my feet, I thought it was cute. Working his way back up my right leg he again put a lot of effort into the calf before moving on up my thigh. When he got to the top he made sure to give my ass a deep tissue massage. I thought he was ready for me to turn over when I felt his fingers tough me between my cheeks. He went directly for my tiny hole and his touch felt great.

After Hose had fucked my ass a few weeks earlier I wasn't sure my ass would ever tighten up again and be normal. Paul checked me when I got home from that date and said I was stretched open quite a bit. The body is very elastic and it wasn't long before Paul told me my ass looked normal again. He even insisted on fucking it to see if it felt the same. I laughed when he used that ruse, but he's my husband and I love him. If he wanted to use my ass, there was no way I was going to refuse him.

Anyway, I knew Ben was feeling my ass all tightened back up. With so many nerves in the ass it does feel good when someone touches me there. Ben's fingers felt good and I was really getting into it when he said, "Okay let me get your front now."

Rolling over onto my back I saw him looking at me with desire in his eyes. The look in his eyes gave me a warm feeling from my head to my toes. I glanced down and saw his cock was hard and the end of his glans was wet with pre-cum. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but that could wait a while longer.

Men are so predictable. I watched him pour more lotion into his hand I was almost certain what he had planned next. Rubbing his hands together to get them both covered with lotion he leaned forward slightly and put one hand on each breast I grinned at him and said, "I thought you were doing my legs. I've got news for you, those are not my legs."

"Honey I am well aware of that, but if your tits aren't relaxed it will not be possible to get your legs to properly relax. Besides that everything is connected so I have to get your tits relaxed in order to get your legs to relax."

His excuse was totally lame, but that made it just that much better. As if this was a huge revelation I had not been aware of, I said, "Oh, is that how it works? I had no idea there was that kind of relationship,"

Hearing the sarcastic tone in my voice he just grinned and said, "Just relax and put your sexy body in my expert hands."

He was sitting on the bed facing me with one leg on the floor and the other drawn up under him. I reached out and touched him on the upper thigh being careful to avoid his penis. I wasn't going to touch him where he wanted my hand. I wanted to build his desire and tease him. I would get around to touching him the way he wanted, but my plan was to build his arousal and pleasure by delaying that as long as possible.

While he thoroughly massaged my breasts, I lightly ran my right hand over every other part of his body that I could reach. I got as close to his cock and scrotum as I could without making contact. He was now once again fully erect. His face showed his need for me to touch him. Finally he said, "It's okay if you want to touch."

Smiling I said, "Thanks, but I don't want to take your mind off the massage. There will be plenty of time for those other things after you finish."

I didn't know if I could, but my plan was to drive him to the point he gave up the massage, got between my already spread legs and pushed himself into me. If I could awaken the animal in him and have him take me like that I would have succeeded with my efforts.

He continued massaging my breasts and I realized if he moved lower on my body he would have to move further down the bed and would be out of my reach. There was no doubt in my mind that was something he didn't want to happen as he desperately wanted me to touch his cock. I could see a strand of clear pre-cum now connected the end of his cock to a small puddle on his leg. I could see how aroused he was.

Watching the frustration on his face I knew this was not like me. I freely and proudly admit I'm very submissive, but this day I had become a little more aggressive by convincing him to allow me to shave him. I've always enjoyed teasing, and for me that's the fun part. Any other time if a man told me he wanted me to touch him in a certain way, I would have eagerly done just what he wanted. While my actions at this point were intended to drive him to the point of dominating me and taking me hard, my methods were different than were normal for me.

The three men I feel the most comfortable with were my husband, my father and my father-in-law. Alan comes in a very close fourth, but I hadn't known him for as long or as well. I trusted all four with my life, but there was something about the feeling I had with the first three that let me know I could do anything with them and they would watch over me and protect me with their lives.

Ben's state of arousal was reaching the point of desperation when he moved toward me rather than further away, which is what he would have to do to massage my legs. Looking up at him I gave him a grin before looking at his erect cock and saying, "Dad, that looks really painful. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Please Baby, you know what I need."

"But you promised to give my sore legs a massage."

"I did, but I need you to help me out."

Ignoring his plea I said, "That looks really good. It looks like it's really hard. I wish I knew how it felt to have a cock and for it to be hard like that."

"Honey you're just teasing me."

"Daddy, your son gave me to you. I'm here for you to use for your pleasure, not to tease you."

I was intentionally pushing him and it wouldn't take much more frustration for him if I could get him to make the move I desperately wanted. He was showing incredible restraint and I wasn't sure he would take that next step. I had done everything I could think of, but his desire to protect me was preventing him from being aggressive and taking me the way I wanted. I wanted a cave man to breed me. I didn't want a man to make love to me. What I wanted was a man who would literally use my body without concern for my orgasm. I wanted his only goal to be his own pleasure.

I had him very close and I could see the clear thick pre-cum still dripping from the tip of his glans. The drop of clear thick fluid that had been on his leg moments earlier was now becoming larger as the fluid continued to flow from his cock.

He had stopped massaging my breasts and was now watching me. I looked up at him, giving him my sweetest and most innocent smile then let him see me look at the drop of thick fluid on his leg. I ran my tongue seductively across my upper lip while at the same time, being careful to touch only his glans, I touched the tip of my finger to the drop then cleaned the fluid from his leg with my finger.

His eyes were on me as I brought it up to my face to look at. I glanced at him then placed my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. After pulling it out I smiled and said, "Dad, that was delicious."

I knew as soon as I did it that had been the last straw. He said, "Fuck it" as he quickly moved from where he had been sitting. Moving back onto the bed he took hold of my ankles and raised both of them so the calves of my legs were on his chest and my feet were on either side of his head. Our eyes were on each other and his cock was pointing directly at me. I had never seen him like this and I was anxious for him to do what he was thinking. I had moved my arms above my head folding them on the pillow. I wanted him to see I was his. I wanted him to see I wanted him to take me and use me. Neither of us said a word as his eyes moved from my eyes to my pussy. I was sure moisture was leaking from me and likely running down over my ass.

Taking his cock in his hand he positioned it between my lips and looked at me one last time. I was biting my lower lip in anticipation. I nodded my head said, "Yes, do it. Take me, I'm yours," just before closing my eyes. I felt his body tense, which was followed immediately by him forcefully filling me with his hard hot flesh.

There were no niceties as his hips pulled his cock almost out of me then rammed it all the way back in. After letting out an involuntary moan I opened my eyes and looked at him as I said, "Yes Daddy, fuck me. Show me how much you want your son's wife. Fuck your son's wife and use her."

If it was possible I thought I detected his thrusting become even more forceful. I had been fucked like this by other men a few times and each time it had resulted in a powerful orgasm for both of us. The primitive animalistic nature of this intense breeding was not only great physically it was also a mental rush like nothing else can provide.

While it's some of the best fucking, it's also something neither female nor male can endure for very long. When a man fucks a woman with such intensity, he is never able to keep it up for very long. The mental and physical stimulation will make him cum hard and that is exactly what happened with Ben. He gave a loud moan then rammed his cock hard into me holding himself deep inside as his cock pumped his seed into me. He held my legs against his chest and was kissing first one foot then the other.

My orgasm was triggered when he rammed his cock in me that last time just before his cock erupted. Knowing his body was giving me his cum and that I had enabled him to experience this powerful orgasm he was now feeling, had pushed me over the edge and into my own mind blowing release. For me an orgasm is almost as much mental as it is physical stimulation. Knowing I have made my partner experience such euphoria fuels my own orgasm to even higher levels of feelings of sexual satisfaction.

He held himself deep inside me for quite a while after. When I opened my eyes I saw him looking at me. There was a look of regret on his face that broke my heart. Before I could say anything he said, "I am so sorry. Honey I didn't mean to be so rough. I don't know what..."

Before he could finish I said, "Dad that's exactly what I've been trying to get you to do. Don't you realize I was teasing you and trying to get you to do just what you did? That was one of the best fucks I've ever had."

"Really?"

Smiling I nodded my head and said, "Yes, really. It felt really good to have a man I love take me and used my body like that."

Lowering my legs he leaned forward and lay on top of me. Our lips met and we shared the most wonderful kiss in our afterglow. When he rolled off me I began moving down his body kissing him all the way. He didn't ask any questions as I took him into my mouth and cleaned his shaft then his scrotum. I felt his hand on my head then heard him say, "How did my son get so lucky to find you?" It was a rhetorical question that needed no answer. The truth is, I'm the lucky one.

Chapter 58 - Shopping (Ben)

Lisa's visit had been the highlight of my year. What am I saying; it had been the highlight of the last decade. Since that first time back at their house I thought of her continuously.

She enjoyed cooking and when it was just the two of us she seldom wore more than one of her sexy G-strings and one of those things she calls a 'shelf bra.' The way they display and show off her tits is incredible. Lisa's breasts are not large when compared to other women, but neither is she. Her breasts are the perfect size for her body. Being the size they are they have a natural tear drop shape and those shelf bras she wears have a partial cup made of satin and trimmed with lace that fits under her breast and may provide a little support, but it can't be much. To say a bra is feminine is sort of stupid since all bras are made to shape and support the soft breast flesh of the beautiful female body. The difference is these bras are so girly and seeing her in them makes my cock hard. A large woman or a woman with large breasts would probably never even attempt to wear the style of bra Lisa likes to wear to tease me. She has told me my son prefers these bras over all others. My son and I think a lot alike.

I told her I wanted to take her shopping. The money I do spend is usually spent on fishing or camping equipment. I'm not rich, by any means, but I earned a nice living before I retired. With what I put away in investments and the stock options my company provided, I live very comfortably. I have found there are two things in life that make spending money fun. One is grandchildren and the second is spending it on a woman you love. Since I don't have any grandchildren and my wife passed away a few years earlier, Lisa and Paul are all I have. Sure I get a kick out of buying Paul things he wants, but my biggest thrill comes from pampering and spoiling Lisa.

At breakfast I told her I was taking her shopping. She gave me a funny look and before she could object, I said, "I have some money in the bank my accountant said needs to be spent on a beautiful woman. Since he said I need to get it spent quickly and you are the only beautiful woman around, I'm going to take his advice."

"Dad, you don't need to do that. Just being here with you is all I need."

"I didn't realize you knew more about my finances than my accountant. Whether you like it or not, we are getting rid of most of that excess he said needs to go."

Her smile warmed my heart. "Dad you're the greatest. Let me see what I have to wear, unless you want me to wear this."

Looking at her hard little nipples displayed so beautifully atop her sexy bra and the lace G-string she was wearing I said, "It wouldn't bother me one bit, but it might give some of the old ladies my age a heart attack."

She hugged me and gave me a kiss before hurrying off to the bedroom to get dressed.

I know I'm prejudiced, but when she came out she looked like a wet dream. She had on a tight little dark tan mini-skirt, cream colored frilly blouse, and a pair of those stilettos that make her legs and feet look so sexy. For accessories she was wearing four of her bangle bracelets, diamond stud earrings and a multi-colored silk scarf tied loosely around her neck. She was also wearing the HotWife sterling silver anklet Paul had bought her. She told me how he put it on her and said since he had marked her as his with the anklet, he had to be the one to remove it. I liked the way she saw the anklet and can say the entire time she was with me she never once removed it.

After scanning her body I said, "Honey how do you expect me to take you out looking like that? I not sure I have the strength to fight off every guy who will see you."

Smiling she said, "Dad, I have confidence you can protect me. I'm sure you will be able to keep the wolves at a safe distance."

I hugged her and took her hand as we headed out the door.

Before she had arrived I asked around and had some of my fishing buddies ask their wives where I would find stores that carried nice clothes for a woman Lisa's age. They gave me several ideas. Some were in small shopping centers and two were in a large shopping mall near where I live. I decided to save the large mall for last. According to what I'd been told the other shops had the nicer designer lines of clothing. I also knew from previous visits to the large mall there were a couple stores that specialized in women's intimate apparel.

Getting started was the hard part. Lisa told the salesclerks I was her husband so they didn't object to me accompanying her into the dressing rooms if I wanted to go with her. Honestly I preferred to sit outside the dressing room and see her come out modeling whatever it was she was trying on. I did go in when she was trying on bras and panties. Each of these times the female clerks would always give me a knowing grin and ask what I thought of a particular item. When they asked I always responded by saying, "Nothing could ever look bad on her."

It became apparent quite early into our shopping trip that I was going to have a problem. I was intent on buying everything that looked good on her and that's where the issue arose. Like I said, everything she tried on looked good and I wanted to buy it. She felt guilty and wanted to argue, not wanting me to spend so much on her. At times a size two is a little large on her, but clothing designers making clothing for Lisa's size make some beautiful garments. They varied between sexy and elegant. Lisa looks great in both. Writing the checks as I paid for the items was no problem at all. My fun really came from seeing her in the various garments.

It was almost time for dinner when we got around to visiting the large mall. When we got out of the car and Lisa and I were walking from the car into the mall I felt her reach for my hand and lace her fingers through mine. I looked at her and she was already looking at me and giving me the most wonderful smile. I gripped her hand tight, feeling extremely proud of her.

In the mall I took Lisa to a place that had been my wife's favorite. Lisa remembered the store and reminded me she and Paul's mother had been to the store a few times before my wife passed away. It felt good being there and knowing Lisa had good memories attached to this particular store.

There was a restaurant in the mall my wife and I had always enjoyed. I took Lisa there and the food was just as delicious as I remembered. Having Lisa there with me made everything perfect.

I didn't say anything to Lisa at the time, but I got a kick out of watching the waiters stumble over themselves as they kept coming to our table on the pretense of checking to see if our food was okay and if we needed anything else. Not that I could blame them, but they seemed to have been talking to me when their eyes were obviously on Lisa. I was sure she had been aware of the interest she was generating, but she has an adorable way about her of looking so innocent and unaware of the effect she has on men.

It felt good to once again have a woman with me. I love it when my son and Lisa visit, but when they are here, she is his. When it's just her and me, like it was this time, in my mind she is mine and I like to believe that is how others see us.

The high end clothing stores in the mall didn't have anything we hadn't seen earlier. I said, "Let's go get you some sexy satin and lace."

The cute disapproving look on her face told me she knew what I had in mind. She said, "Dad, you're just a dirty old man trying to get into my panties."

I said, "Now that you mention it, I plead guilty as charged."

Right there in the mall with people all around us she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She took my handkerchief and started to wipe the lipstick from my cheek. I said, "No leave it, I want people to see."

Grinning she handed the handkerchief back. We were walking toward the lingerie stores in no particular hurry when above the noise of the mall crowd I heard someone yell, "LISA, LISA." I saw that she had heard it too and we were both looking around until she found the source of the voice. A man a few years older than Lisa was waving at her. He appeared to be with a couple other men somewhat close to his age. I could see a family resemblance and figured them to be brothers.

Lisa said, "Dad, it's Clifford. He's the guy I met on the airplane."

I remembered her telling me about meeting a guy on the flight out and I could see he was a good looking young man. I wanted to meet the guy. According to Lisa he either currently or previously lived in the area. I didn't recognize him, but it is a rather large city. As we got closer, one of the guys he was with did look familiar, but I was not sure where I knew him from, and it was always possible I was mistaken. I thought I could see a family resemblance and figured them to be brothers.

Lisa did the honors as we got closer. She said, "Clifford it's so great to see you again." Motioning toward me she said, "Clifford this is my father-in-law Ben. Ben this is Clifford the guy I told you about on the plane."

Clifford was giving me a strange look and I wasn't sure why. His next words cleared it up when he said, "Hopefully she didn't mention anything about the accident."

I laughed and said, "You mean the orange juice incident?"

I thought I detected a blush then he grinned and said, "Exactly." Turning to Lisa he jokingly said, "Can't you keep a secret?"

Giving him a sexy grin she said, "But I didn't tell him about you looking up my..." Clamping her hand over her mouth as if she just realized it was a secret she then lowered her hand and said, "Oh shit, maybe I wasn't supposed to say anything about that either."

I could see the poor guy really was blushing now and was looking for a hole he could crawl into and hide. I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "It will be our little secret. Don't worry about anything, my son only works part time as a hit man for an organized crime family."

I was able to keep from laughing long enough for him to wonder if I was screwing with him or telling him the truth. I then said, "Seriously Clifford, Lisa is a big girl and no harm was done. She's a beautiful girl and a man would have to be dead to not notice that fact."

He seemed to relax and I saw Lisa give him a cute grin as she shrugged her shoulders. It was as if he just remembered when he said, "I'm sorry, I almost forgot. These are my brothers, Steve and Lance. Guys this is Lisa. She's the woman I told you about on the plane."

The oldest of the three was Lance. He extended his hand and said, "My apologies for our baby brother. He is dangerous when we allow him out without supervision. He told us he met a beautiful woman on the flight, but he doesn't get out often, so it is nice to see he can still recognize beauty when he sees it. He did neglect to tell us just how beautiful you are. Sounds to me like Clifford might have neglected to tell us a few other details, regarding events that occurred on that flight."

Steve, the middle brother, looked at me and said, "Good evening, but excuse me, don't I know you from somewhere?"

I said, "I've been thinking the same thing since I first saw you, but I can't seem to make the connection."

Clifford began to explain his reason for being here. Speaking to Lisa he said, "I'm not sure I told you, but we all grew up here and a couple times a year we get together to visit and go trout fishing. It gives us an opportunity to all get together and see our folks, sister and various aunts and uncles. The house was getting crowded so the three of us decided to come see what was happening at the mall."

I asked, "Where do your folks live?"

Steve gave me the address and I had to laugh. "That's only about three blocks from where I live. I must have seen you at your folks."

It looked like he was beginning to put it together when Steve asked, "What's your son's name?"

"Paul, Paul West. This is his wife Lisa West."

Steve looked at Lisa then at me. A big smile came across his face. He said, "Paul and I played together on the football team. He was one year behind me in school. That must be where we've seen each other. I think I may have even been over to your house once or twice." Looking back at Lisa he said, "I saw Paul a few years after we graduated and I remember him telling me he met a beautiful girl in college. I figured he was just bragging, but I can see now he was telling the truth."

I saw Lisa blush as Clifford spoke up saying, "Steve, knock it off, can't you see you're embarrassing her."

In self-defense he said, "Not even close to what you were doing or maybe even what you did on the plane that you have neglected to tell us about yet." Turning to Lisa he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by what I said, and like my older brother, sometimes I say things before thinking."

Lisa gave a little giggle then said, "Don't think a thing about it. I thought it was cute, and thank you for the compliment. I will let Paul know I met you."

Looking at Clifford I asked, "When are you going home?"

"Just here for a week. I'm heading back home Saturday."

I saw Lisa perk up when she heard this. I said, "What a coincidence, Lisa is heading back on Saturday too. Maybe you will be on the same flight again."

Lance laughed and said, "If so, tell them to keep the orange juice away from our clumsy brother."

The brothers left without Lisa and Clifford ever confirming the flight information. I couldn't help but wonder if anything would ever come of that chance meeting.

As it turned out Lisa said she didn't like any of the lingerie. I told her I wanted to get her something but she said Paul has bought her lots of lingerie and she didn't really need anything else. I was about to give up trying to convince her when she spotted something and said, "You remember Rita?"

"Sure, Alan's wife."

She was pointing to a display with something I had no idea what it was. She said, "She got a couple of those and I've wanted to get one."

"What are they?" I asked.

"There called C-strings. They fit between your legs. Sort of a G-string without the waist band. One side fits between your cheeks and the other side clamps up against the woman in the front."

She had my full attention. I had to get a good look at these. When we left the store Lisa was the proud owner of six of them in a variety of colors and fabrics. She insisted she only wanted one, but I told her it was not her decision, it was mine. She did give me a grin and say she was anxious to model them for me.

Chapter 59 - New Clothes (Lisa)

Ben spent a small fortune on new clothes for me. I have plenty of clothes, but he insisted he wanted to buy some that were from him and would remind me of my trip to Colorado. Arguing with Ben is worse than arguing with Paul. I can argue with both of them, but in the end I seldom win with Paul and I never win with Ben. Running into Clifford at the mall had been fun and embarrassing. It was cool to meet a guy Paul played football in high school with. I was anxious to tell Paul about that.

I wasn't sure at the time, but Clifford's brother Steve seemed to notice and pay special attention to my anklet. He was trying to be discrete but he kept glancing at it and I wondered if by chance he was one of the few who knew the meaning. Fortunately he didn't say anything, but he did give me a sly grin that seemed to convey the message that he understood.

When we got home I told Ben he had to take a seat and let me model the new C-strings for him. He had seen me in all the other clothes, but had not seen the C-strings. He had insisted on buying an assortment. I did try one on at the store to make sure it fit okay. I didn't show him, but told him it was the proper size. He selected three with various colors of satin fabric and three that were like the G-strings I wear on my dates that I give the men to remember me by. The fabric on those three was lace that was open and totally see through. All C-strings I have seen, at least those for women, are a frame covered with fabric. The fabric covering the last three Ben selected was lace and in my opinion was for decoration purposes only. Even the slit between my lips could be easily seen through the large open holes in the lace.

When I modeled them for Ben I was wearing only the C-string. Knowing what would probably happen I saved the sexiest one until last. Ben looked at each one I modeled and seemed to need to touch and make sure each fit properly. At least that was the line he gave me as he groped me each time. With the last one he made no pretense about checking the fit, he simply pulled me down onto his lap.

After giving me a kiss he said, "Today was the most fun I've had in a very long time. I've never liked shopping, but today was different." His grin went to a serious look when he said, "There was only one thing that almost spoiled it all."

Having no idea why his mood had changed so quickly or what was wrong I said, "What? Did I do something wrong? Please, I don't need the clothes, we can take them back."

"No, that's not the problem. The problem was you arguing with me and not wanting me to have any fun buying the clothes for you."

"I'm sorry, but I didn't need..."

Holding up his hand and cutting me off, he said, "Hush that's precisely what has me upset with you."

Now I knew what was going on. This was part of a game he was playing with me and I knew exactly where this was leading as well as what my role was to be. I was also very anxious for him to get to that point. "Daddy, I'm sorry I misbehaved."

"As well you should be. I believe a spanking is in order. What do you think?"

"Do you have to? I promise I will be good and do better the next time."

Reaching between my legs he took hold of the C-string pulling it off. Laying it to the side I watched his eyes as I felt his fingers push between my lips and into me. Pushing his fingers further into me he said, "You're wet inside."

"I can't help it."

"You know that's inappropriate. Over my lap - now!"

Reaching behind me I placed my hands together palms up to protect my buttocks. Taking a wrist in each hand he moved them to the middle of my back and with his right hand held my wrists together. I didn't have to wait long before I felt a sharp sting and heard the sound of his hand impacting my tender ass cheeks. Not expecting the painful sting I let out a yelp.

My father-in-law was making my ass sting, but he was not spanking me hard enough to bruise or for the marks to last over a few hours. Paul spanks me on rare occasions and knows each time how much I like it. We always have great sex after a good spanking.

Even though my ass was on fire I liked that Ben had no aversion to taking me across his knee. This was all in fun, but I wondered what it would be like if he really wanted to punish me.

He alternated with a swat on my left cheek then my right cheek. He would then slip his fingers between my legs and feel my pussy. This continued with me letting out a yelp each time his hand landed on my abused ass cheeks, until he had delivered ten swats to each cheek.

Keeping me across his lap he asked, "Now the next time I want to buy you something, are you going to argue with me?"

"No Sir."

"Good girl. Now get on your knees and show me how sorry you are for making me spank you."

I knew my pussy was likely dripping with my arousal. The control he was taking was just what I wanted. I quickly rolled off his lap and onto the floor. He removed his slacks then told me I was to remove his boxers.

Sliding them down his legs and over his feet I looked up at him. A guy Paul had shared me with once told me it turned him on to see me put my hands behind my back and use only my mouth. He wanted me to keep my eyes on his even after I had swallowed his cum. I did as he said making him cum hard. There was a delicious sting and burn in my ass as I decided to see if Ben would like a blow job in that same manner.

His legs were spread wide and his cock was semi-hard. Looking up at him I moved my arms behind my back gripping my left wrist with my right hand. He grinned as he saw me do this. Extending my tongue I never broke eye contact with him as I lifted the end of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Taking him into my mouth by feel alone I could see he was getting into what I was doing.

Swirling my tongue around his glans I had him fully erect fairly quick. He moved his hips forward giving me better access to his cock and allowing me to take it deeper into my mouth. His eyes never left mine as he said, "Good girl, no hands just that beautiful mouth. Baby, suck Daddy's cock like a good girl."

I didn't say a word but when he asked a question I would nod or shake my head slightly to answer him. Giving a man a blow job has always been a treat for me. As long as a man is clean I love the taste of his cock and cum. A clean cock has very little taste, but cum is a different story. Some guys have almost no taste at all. The one thing I've noticed is the vast majority, but not all, have a faint to strong taste of saltiness. The texture of the cum varies from one guy to the next. Paul's is always very thick. Some of the guys he has shared me with have almost a watery viscosity. I noticed cum from some guys even has a sweetness to it, like sugar. I learned from talking to the guys with the sweet flavor they have all been diabetic. I guess this makes sense given the fact their bodies have difficulty processing sugar and it spills over into their body fluids. The one thing I have never understood is some women talk about the strong smell of cum. I'm not sure what it is they smell, unless the guy has something physically wrong, but I've never detected a significant odor.

Blow jobs should be relaxed. I know when I hurry my jaws ache, but if I go slowly it extends the man's enjoyment and my jaw doesn't get so tired. When I know he is about to cum I get more active and pull him deeper into my mouth. Just before he cums I let him slide out until my lips catch just behind the rim of his glans. Unless he has told me he wants to cum on me, I clamp down with my lips holding him in my mouth when he cums. Letting him cum on my tongue gives me the opportunity to taste him. If he is deep in my mouth he shoots it into the back of my throat allowing it to slide down into my stomach but not giving me the opportunity to taste him.

The only thing about what I was doing with Ben, by keeping my eyes on him it caused my neck to get tired from looking up all the time. I had him in my mouth maybe 30 minutes or so when he took hold of my head and was guiding my mouth along his cock at a faster pace. I knew he was getting close and although we hadn't discussed it, it appeared he wanted to cum in my mouth rather than fucking me. There is never a question about what will be done with the semen a man gives me. I always swallow and never spit their semen out. I believe it's rude to spit out a man's essence and besides that it always gives him a rush knowing the woman is swallowing his cum. Unless he has some disease there is nothing in a man's cum that's harmful.

Ben's fingers were laced through my hair and his grip tightened. I could tell I was about to be rewarded for my efforts. My eyes were still on his when Ben closed his eyes tight, scrunching up his face seconds before I felt the thick warm semen pouring out the end of his big cock, moments later I could taste it on my tongue.

At this point I usually stop what I'm doing and either remain still allowing the man to him fill my mouth or I sometimes actively apply suction in an effort to extract his semen. Once he is finished I run my fingers along the underside of his shaft to force any of the precious thick fluid out of his cock and into my mouth.

Some guys don't like kissing a girl after she has taken his cum into her mouth, and I accept that. Some guys don't even want to kiss after I've had their cock in my mouth, even if I there has been no semen. Sure there was likely some pre-cum, but what the hell? They like me taking their full load into my mouth, and it's from their own body. I try to not let it bother me, but guys who act like that almost never get a repeat date with me. I simply tell Paul I don't care to see them again. He never asks questions unless I volunteer to explain why I don't want to see them.

Ben is unlike those men. He has no such aversion to semen. He pulled me up into his arms and held me tight. We shared several long passionate kisses before he held me in his arms and said, "I hope I wasn't too rough on your ass, but that was hot."

"I like having my ass spanked and then you making me give you a blow job while my ass was still stinging from the spanking was perfect."

"I loved the way you put your hands behind your back. I didn't mention how much I liked it when you put your arms over your head and surrendered to me that day you drove me nuts with desire. Honey, seeing my cock slide slowly into your mouth was so incredibly hot. Baby you're just the sexiest woman I've ever met."

Hugging him I placed the side of my face against his chest. I could hear his heart beating strong as he held me tight. As I have said before, for me to get pleasure from a sexual encounter the man I'm with must cum. If I cum that's good, but it's not what really excites me and makes me feel like a woman who has pleased her man. This was one of those times. I had been very aroused from the spanking and was perfectly content even though I had not had an orgasm of my own. Knowing Ben had and that his cum was in my tummy was all I really wanted.

Like most nights, that night we slept naked. He had his arms around me holding his son's wife in his arms. Life doesn't get much better than that.

Chapter 60 - Not My Daughter-In-Law (Ben)

The week had flown by much too quickly. When Lisa and I woke up Saturday morning neither of us wanted to get out of bed. I said, "Honey it will take months for my cock to recover from one of the best weeks of my life. I haven't enjoyed a woman this much since the week after Paul's mother and I got married. This is maybe weird, but I think she would like the way things have worked out between us. She always liked you and she knew how sexy I thought you were. I may be wrong, but I think the way it is, with Paul's approval and all, I do believe she would have approved."

"Dad you're the best father-in-law a girl could have. Hopefully Paul will send me out here to see you more often. I've enjoyed myself so much this week. If it isn't cold and snowing the next time maybe we could do more hiking. I really liked doing that."

"Yes it was fun and we will plan on that as long as the weather cooperates. I've got some other ideas for outdoor fun I think you might enjoy. I hope you and Clifford have the same flight home. Have you decided what you are wearing home?"

"No I haven't. Paul picked everything I wore when I came here. I'd like it if you would pick what you want me wearing when I go home."

She never failed to amaze me and get my cock hard. I didn't think there was any life left in it, but I felt it getting hard. Lisa must have sensed it and looked down to see it. Grinning she said, "What are we going to do with that thing? I can't stay here and take care of it each time it needs female attention."

I just smiled and said, "I don't think it will be a problem once you're gone. After all you're the primary cause of the little guy misbehaving."

Grinning she said, "Dad, I've got news for you, he is no little guy. He's quite a large manly beast."

Hearing that comment from her was all it took. I rolled over on top of her as she spread her legs offering herself for me to use her pussy. I slipped easily between her lips into the already wet warmth of her wonderful body. I wanted this to last forever as I began to slowly move in and out of her. She had her legs wrapped about my waist and her arms around my neck whispering into my ear how good my cock felt in her and how she wanted me to fill her with cum. I was trying to commit to memory the feeling of her soft lips on the side of my face as I continued using her body. She was using muscles in her pussy to grip my cock.

The way her legs pulled her pelvis tight against me forcing my cock deep in her was incredible. The feeling was overpowering my senses and was something I never wanted to forget. I wanted to remember every second and ever sensation I was feeling, so when I was alone with my cock in my hand I could remember this moment and make it last until my son would once again share his wife with me. My daughter-in-law filled a spot that had been vacant for several years. I had no doubt my wife would be happy knowing Lisa was taking care of me now that she was gone.

I was so happy at that moment I almost had tears in my eyes. Lisa detected something and while I was still slowly moving in and out of her she asked, "Dad, is something wrong?"

"No Honey, everything is absolutely perfect. Baby you are more the daughter I never had than you will ever be my daughter-in-law."

I felt her lips on my cheek and heard her whisper in my ear, "Daddy, I feel the same way. I love you so much."

Her words touched me in a profound way. Neither of us said another word as I continued to slowly enjoy the body of this woman In a way few men ever really get to truly enjoy a woman. I continued to feel her lips as our slow motion love making continued. Every now and then she would give me a kiss or I could feel her tongue lightly tickle my ear. The emotions and sensations I was feeling finally became too much and I knew I could hold off no longer. I began to speed up and when I did I heard her say, "Yes Daddy fuck me. Give me your seed."

I lost it and exploded in if not the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, it was a very close second. It seemed like I kept cumming and cumming. When I finally stopped I lay still on top of her. I could still feel the muscles deep in her pussy still convulsing from her own orgasm as her body continued trying to squeeze my cock milking every last drop of semen from me.

We lay there for the longest time. She said, "Can I clean you one more time before I have to get ready to go home."

I pulled my cock from her and rolled onto my back before saying, "Honey I would really like that."

Chapter 61 - Heading Home to Paul (Lisa)

I was emotionally torn. I was very anxious to get home and see Paul, but at the same time my time with my father-in-law had been very special. I could see how much he enjoyed having me with him the previous week. His attitude had become so much better than it had been before Paul shared me with his father that first time. I had been worried he might slip into a depression he might not be able to recover from. It felt good to have been a part of what had ended up causing him to have a much better outlook on life. Coming back to see him excited me, but I also hoped he might find a woman of his own. I love my father-in-law, but I also have a husband I love. I knew Ben needed to find a woman who would be there for him all the time and not just for a few days at a time.

As he dropped me off at the airport he said he would come in and wait for me to clear Security. I told him that was not necessary. He made me promise to let him know if Clifford was on the same flight. I grinned and said, "I will, but even if he is, you know nothing can happen between us. That is one decision Paul must make."

"Yes I know, but I could see that boy and how just seeing you at the mall brightened his day. There's no harm in a beautiful woman making a young man feel good he's alive. Honey even though guys know they can't have you, it doesn't stop them from having fantasies about the possibility. Trust me, I know from firsthand experience, but I must admit reality is much better than fantasy. At least that is true in this case."

I knew he was referring to his desire for me when Paul introduced me to his parents as his girlfriend and later as his wife. I grinned and said, "The question is how long it will be before you are looking at those photos from our hike or that video of my birthday that I brought, and you have a handful of that lotion we were using for the massage."

"Sweetie, a man has got to do what's necessary when his girl is not around. Honey I copied the photos from our hike to a DVD and put it in your bag. Let me know what Paul thinks of them."

I gave him a kiss then said, "Bye Dad and thank you for the photos and everything. I already miss you. I can hardly wait until I get to see you again."

"That makes two of us. Bye Honey, I love you."

It broke my heart to leave him and enter the terminal. Once inside I looked back through the windows and he was standing there waving at me. I blew him a kiss and moved further into the terminal, not wanting him to see me as the tears began to flow.

That had been depressing and I knew I had to get my mind onto something more uplifting. I sent Paul a text letting him know I was at the airport in Denver and was standing in line to check in. Almost immediately I got a smiley face emoji back followed by several hearts. I was concentrating on my phone when I heard a voice I recognized. Standing directly behind me was Clifford.

"Hi there pretty lady."

Smiling I said, "Hi there yourself. This is wild for us to be on the same flight."

"Yes, when we met at the mall I was hopeful this might happen."

I saw his eyes scan over me. I was wearing just what Ben had picked out. I had on a cute tan mini-dress. It had been one of the dresses Ben had bought for me. It was a designer brand and had a deep Vee neckline. When he found it I told him I couldn't wear a bra with it since the Vee was cut so deep leaving the space between my breasts bare. I explained there was no way to keep a bra from showing. He told me my breasts were firm enough I didn't need a bra. This was true, but I didn't have anything like this. When I told him that he said that was the reason I needed it. Not wearing a bra made my nipples stand out and be much more visible.

It wasn't much of a surprise this was what he wanted me to wear today. Not only did I not have a bra on he had insisted he send me back to Paul the same way Paul had sent me to him. That meant the dress was all I had. No bra or panties. He bought me a pair of stilettos just for this dress. I wore a wide sterling silver herringbone necklace and bangle bracelets along with the ever present hotwife anklet. Standing in front of the mirror I had to admit I did look hot. My blond hair looked great with the color of the dress.

I saw Clifford's eyes take in every detail. His eyes finally came back above my nipple line and he said, "Lisa, I don't mean to offend you, but you are one of the most beautiful and sexy women I've ever met. Your husband is one very lucky man."

Blushing I said, "Thank you, but I'm not so sure maybe you've been hanging around your brothers too much and haven't been in the company of a female for a long time."

"No, I'm serious. You're gorgeous. Even my idiot brothers asked me how I had been so lucky to meet a woman as good looking as you."

"Well thank you that really makes my day."

We talked as the line slowly moved. Finally it was my turn and I stepped up to the desk. Clifford stepped up to the ticket agent next to me. I saw him point at me and heard him tell the agent, "She and I are traveling together. Is it possible to change our seats and put us next to each other?"

The female ticket agent looked at him suspiciously and then turned to me and asked, "Miss, this man says you are traveling together. Is that true?"

Smiling I said, "Yes, Clifford and I are good friends and if you could put us together that would be really nice."

I saw Clifford give me a wink, but the ticket agent missed that. I was pretty proud of myself for thinking fast on my feet. I got my ticket first and stepped to the side to wait for Clifford. He saw me waiting and shot me a smile. A couple minutes later he was hurrying toward me. "Thanks for confirming my story back there."

"It is true. We are going to the same destination and we are friends. I didn't lie to the lady."

"Oh, yea I guess that's right. I was hoping you wanted to sit beside me."

Smiling I said, "The way I look at it, if someone is going to dump orange juice on me again I would rather it be someone who has already seen under my skirt than for someone new to see me."

The smile on his face was priceless as his eyes shot to the hem line of my short mini-dress. On the way back up his eyes stopped at the open neckline with my nipples concealed only an inch or so behind the edge of the fabric. A good portion of the inside swell of each breast was clearly visible. I let him get a good look then touched my finger to his chin lifting it and said, "I said skirt, not neckline."

With the look on his face of a little boy caught with his hands in the cookie jar he said, "You can't blame a guy for admiring a work of art as nice as... well you know."

Laughing I said, "Yes I know and I know how men are. Think of me like art in a museum. You are free to look all you want at the works of art just as long as you don't touch."

"But the real fun is in the touching," he protested.

"When we land you can explain that to my husband and the two of you can work that out between yourselves."

"Okay I get it. Look, but don't touch."

"That is not exactly what I said, but I guess it's close enough."

I could see him looking at me trying to remember exactly what I had said. I had given him an opportunity, but I knew he didn't understand that my husband might actually be open minded enough that the guy had a chance. I then remembered the way his brother Steve had been checking out my anklet. I couldn't help but wonder if Steve had understood my anklet. Then if he had, did he tell his brother? I knew if I had read Steve's reactions correctly there was a good chance Clifford knew my secret.

Whether he knew or not, the decision was still Paul's to make. I accepted that there was a very good chance Clifford knew more than he was letting on. The thing I like so much about being a Hotwife was that I don't have to do anything other than make the person my husband shares me with happy. If it came to that, in the end it would be up to Paul whether or not he wanted to share me with Clifford.

We were in the same seat configuration as before with me by the window and Clifford on the aisle. The difference this time was we were only a couple rows from the back of the cabin. It made me feel good knowing Clifford was really excited about being able to sit next to me on the return flight. On the flight out us sitting together had been unplanned. It had taken us a little time to get acquainted on the first flight, but now Clifford was a regular chatterbox. At least he was talking about his family and their fishing trip rather than focusing entirely on me.

I anticipated his interest in me and was not surprised to see him checking my dress out. Not only am I submissive I am somewhat of an exhibitionist. It didn't bother me he was interested in my legs and the short skirt of my dress, but his new interest in my breasts was a bit embarrassing. If I had been with him under different circumstances, such as my husband being aware of Clifford and deciding to share me with him, I would have welcomed and even encouraged his interest, but that was not the case.

Once again I caught his eyes on my breasts and said, "You like this dress, don't you?"

I could see him blush a little at being caught looking. After a few moments he grinned and said, "Yes very much. Lisa I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you nervous or embarrass you. I will try my best to be a gentleman."

Reaching out and placing my hand on his I said, "It isn't that I am offended, it's just that this dress is a little more revealing than what I normally wear, at least this early in the day."

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you wear it if it makes you feel uncomfortable? Don't get me wrong, you look great in it, but I was just wondering."

"The truth is it was my father-in-law - you know you met him - he picked it out and bought it for me. This morning I asked him to pick out what he wanted me to wear for the trip home and he wanted me to wear this."

"Isn't it a little unusual for a father-in-law to buy a dress like that for his son's wife?"

Under normal circumstances he would be right. How did I explain this was not normal circumstances? Finally I said, "Yes normally that would be right. The thing is my husband asked his father to help me select a sexy dress. He knows I don't have anything as sexy as this and asked his father to find something he thought my husband would like. That's why my father-in-law wanted me to wear it home so my husband could see it when he came to pick me up."

My story was so good I almost believed it myself. The problem was it didn't look like Clifford was buying it. He said, "You mentioned something earlier that I don't understand. You mentioned wanting to sit beside a guy who already knew what was under your skirt. Did your father-in-law also tell you to not wear panties?"

"Not exactly."

"So you do have panties on?"

I didn't say anything. I just looked at him and smiled. He said, "That's what I thought. Trust me, it is hot, but I still trying to make sense of it all."

"Okay, I will say this only once and I don't want to discuss it further. Is that a deal?"

"Yea, I guess."

"My husband and I have what some might consider a lifestyle that is a little outside what most people see as normal. My father-in-law is fully aware of our lifestyle. Mind you there's nothing illegal or anything like that, but there are things I simply can't discuss. I really wish I could say more, but out of respect for my husband, I can't."

Clifford looked at me a long time and this time his eyes remained on mine. Finally he said, "My brother said something I've not been able to get out of my head. When he said it I didn't believe him, but now I'm beginning to wonder." Leaning forward he looked at the floor. I was pretty sure I knew what he was doing. After an uncomfortable amount of time had passed he looked back up and said, "I don't want to embarrass you or say anything out of line, but does your anklet and the charms have any special significance? You don't have to answer if it makes you feel uncomfortable. The only reason I ask is because of what Steve said."

Not sure what to say I said, "Yes it does for people who understand. My husband bought it for me and he put it on my ankle before I left home. I have had it on since then."

"Thanks for answering. I believe I understand now, but the problem is it opens up so many more questions."

I leaned toward him and kissed his cheek saying, "You're a very sweet man."

"Okay I don't fully understand and I promised to not ask questions. But will you confirm you are happy and not being forced to do anything you don't want to do. If so, that's all that's important."

"I assure you I am very happy and nobody is forcing me to do anything."

Smiling he said, "Good and I really do apologize for being out of line."

"You weren't out of line, it's just something you probably haven't run into before. Trust me if you knew more about it you would understand and have no concerns."

"Good, then let's enjoy the flight. We both had to stretch the truth a little for me to be able to sit beside the prettiest girl on the plane. I plan on enjoying the flight."

It's funny how people make jokes to make a serious statement or ask a serious question. Clifford did something like that when he saw the flight attendant begin serving drinks. "Lisa I was wondering if I could order you a glass of orange juice. The last time was something I will never forget."

Laughing I said, "You are full of surprises. Thanks but I don't think I need anything to drink."

The frown on his face was so cute. He had no idea how much I wanted him to order me a juice so I could feel his hands on me again, but the first time had been an accident. Even though I had enjoyed it very much, I knew if it happened again it would very likely go further and that was something my husband needed to be involved in. After all I was his and if he wanted to share me with Clifford I knew he would.

Chapter 62 - Short Flight (Clifford)

This past week thoughts of Lisa drifted in and out of my mind. My brothers and sister had asked me what was on my mind. After running into Lisa and her father-in-law at the mall, my brothers both gave me a knowing grin as we watched Lisa and her father-in-law walk away.

Seeing the looks on their faces I said, "She is just a woman I met on the flight. She is married." They both looked at each other and grinned as they nodded their heads.

Later my older brother went off on his own to look for a new golf club he had been wanting. After he had left Steve asked me if I had noticed the anklet on Lisa's ankle. I told him I had seen it and it looked sexy. He said, "You need to take a closer look at it. If may be pretty and it's certainly on a pretty ankle, but that's not just a piece of jewelry she's wearing."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Have you ever heard of the Hotwife lifestyle?"

"No, and what does that have to do with Lisa?"

Steve explained what he knew of the lifestyle and said he didn't fully understand it all, but he did know anklets with the letters H W or the gender symbols of two males and one female were worn by wives living the Hotwife lifestyle. To say I was speechless is an understatement. Steve was nodding his head and grinning as he told me I needed to read up on the subject. I told him I would be right back.

Earlier I had seen a bookstore in the mall. I hurried to it and found the section I wanted. There were three books on the shelves on the subject. I quickly scanned the covers and selected one. The clerk gave me a funny look as she slipped it into a paper sack and I paid for it. I made it back to Steve before Lance made his way back to us carrying a new putter. Steve gave me a grin, but said nothing about the book.

From the grin my twin sister gave me the next day, I wondered if Lance or Steve had said anything to her. She never said anything, but as twins there was something between us where we had always been able to read each other.

My mind was racing as I kept thinking about what Steve had said. I started thinking about stuff that had happened and what Steve had said started to bring things together. First there was her visiting her father-in-law. Not all that strange by itself, but I could swear after they left us I saw them go into a lingerie store. It was not a regular ladies store, but one of those places where they sell crotchless panties, bras with holes cut out for the nipples and that sort of thing. I could easily see Lisa shopping at a store like that, but to go there with her father-in-law had seemed a little odd. Combine that with what she had said about a lifestyle she and her husband were involved in. It sounded a lot like one of my all-time favorite masturbation fantasies.

The flight attendant finally made it to the back of the plane and as much as I wanted to order Lisa a glass of orange juice, I ordered a soda and asked Lisa if she was sure she didn't at least want some water. She smiled and said she would like a bottle of water.

As the flight attendant was getting the water she quietly said, "Harder to spill it this way."

I laughed and said, "You spoil all the fun." I caught a glint in her eye that made me suspect this pretty lady likely knew a lot more about fun than I did.

The flight attendant was moving about the cabin and Lisa had put ear buds in her ears to listen to music on her phone. I stood and opened the overhead compartment. Fishing around in my bag I pulled out the paperback book I had purchased at the mall. Making sure to not let Lisa see the title of the book I sat back down and opened it to begin reading.

Now and then I would catch Lisa glance over at the book. I was pretty sure she could not read the small print, but I knew she was interested in what I was reading, if for no other reason that just to break the boredom of the flight. I finally closed the book and laid it face down on my lap.

She had taken the ear buds out so I decided to try and get her involved in conversation. If I was right she might make the next move after that. We started talking about home and for the first time I learned she had recently moved, but before that we had lived in the same city. We had lived across town from each other, but at least we had that in common. I asked about her husband and she explained how they met and what he does for a living. She told me they didn't have any children and weren't planning on having any In the near future.

Allowing the conversation to die, hopeful she would pick it back up I was happy when she asked, "What's the book you're reading? That's not the same book you were reading on the way out is it?"

Laughing I said, "No, it's just something I picked up at the mall that night we saw you and your father-in-law. My brother mentioned a topic and I wanted to read up on it. It's nothing really."

"Seriously, you can tell me. I'm interested in books other than just girly love stories."

"Maybe so, but some people have different views on this sort of thing."

"Clifford, you have my curiosity. Please tell me what it is."

"Okay, but don't get mad or say I didn't warn you." I picked up the book then turned it over so she could see the title, 'Men Who Share Their Hotwives with Others.' I instantly knew my plan had been a mistake. Lisa turned away and put her ear buds back in and turned her music back on. She was looking out the window of the plane. There was nothing to see but clouds since we were above an overcast sky. I said, "I'm sorry" even though I don't think she heard me. I had to get rid of the book that was obviously making her feel uncomfortable. I put it back in the overhead compartment then sat back down wondering if I had totally misread all the signs. I wondered if my brother had been messing with me and I had just screwed everything up.

It was maybe 30 minutes before she turned away from the window and glanced at me. I saw her turn the music off. The instant she removed an ear bud I said, "Lisa I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have shown you that. The last thing I wanted to do was offend you."

She gave me a very strange look then asked, "You think you offended me?"

"Yes, and I am truly sorry. I'm such an asshole for listening to my brother."

I was a little shocked when she put her hand on mine and said, "Clifford, I wasn't offended."

"You weren't?"

"No, I was embarrassed. You see... it's complicated."

"If you don't mind me asking, complicated how?"

"Your book, you see, I know all about that."

I was hoping I knew what she meant, but said, "You mean you've read it?"

"No Clifford, I know about it because my husband is like those husbands in your book."

"And you..."

I let her fill in the blank and she did so by nodding her head then saying, "Yes, probably so. I haven't read your book, but if the author knows what he's talking about, then yes."

Proceeding very carefully I asked, "Is it something you can talk about?"

"That depends on what you want to know," she answered.

"Does that sexy dress and the anklet you're wearing have anything to do with it?"

"I am not trying to be evasive, but I guess in a way the dress does and the anklet for sure."

"Can I ask if your husband, well you know?"

Nodding her head she said, "If you're asking if he shares me, then the answer is yes, he shares me."

FUCK! I almost blew a load in my pants. My next question could be my last, but I decided to push my luck and try. "Lisa, were you being shared this past week?"

The way she was looking at me I was pretty sure she was about to shut down. Then she said, "Yes" just before looking down into her lap.

"Fuck Lisa! Do you have any idea how hot that is?"

Slowly she raised her chin and her eyes met mine. "Really? You don't think I am horrible?"

"Are you kidding? Hell no, that's hot." I couldn't help it I had to adjust my cock. It was growing and had become painful. I saw that she had seen what I had done and watched as a smile appeared on her face. She then looked down directly at the front of my pants not even attempting to hide what she was doing.

After a few awkward moments she looked up at me and I said, "It's my guess you have that effect on a lot of men."

I could see she was actually blushing. Damn this woman was the sexiest woman I had ever met. She was not only beautiful she could still be made to blush even though her husband shares her with other men. He had even shared her with his father this past week while he had been at a conference. In my opinion it didn't get much hotter than that.

Glancing back down at those beautiful legs under that short skirt had my cock and balls aching. Looking at my lap then at her I said, "I don't mean to sound like a dirty old man, but when we land I've got to find a place I can take care of this."

She grinned and said, "I do wish I could help, but... well my husband needs to make those decisions." She seemed to be thinking then said, "Why don't you just go in there?"

I could see she was looking at the restroom on the plane. Sitting at the back like we were, the in-flight toilets were just three or four steps away. One of the doors was open and without a word I began to stand up. Before I could get all the way up she gripped my arm and leaned over toward me. Whispering in my ear she said, "Maybe this will help," then gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Almost jumping up out of my seat I dove into the toilet and closed the door. Jerking my pants down, I had never seen my cock harder than it was at that moment. Closing my eyes I recalled the image of Lisa's legs and how her feet had looked in those heels with that anklet. I thought back to the first flight how soft and smooth her legs had felt when I was wiping up the orange juice I spilled on them. When I recalled the moment she slid down in her seat causing her mini-skirt to rise and expose her shaven pussy that was the moment I came. The toilet was too small for me to sit on the seat and jerk off so I was standing when jets of thick white cum exploded out the end of my cock. The only thing I could do was turn toward the sink as it sprayed into the small sink bowl.

When my cock had finally stopped shooting cum I turned on the water and swished it around washing down the drain the globs of semen in the basin. I cleaned the end of my cock with a piece of toilet paper then tossed it into the toilet. My cock was still hard, but I felt much better as I zipped up my pants and buckled my belt.

I knew Lisa would know what I had done and was a little embarrassed about that, but there was not a lot I could do about that now and she had been the one to suggest me jerking off. When I opened the folding door I saw Lisa watching the door and saw a grin form on her face. Taking my seat I heard her ask, "Feel better now."

"Much, but not as good as I would feel if... well you know."

"Yes I know, but like I said, that's up to my husband."

"So it really is true? I mean there really are couples in real life who do that?"

"Yes, but I have no idea how many. I've never run into anyone else. Sure I've met swingers and even have some very close friends who are swingers, but that's not quite the same."

"That is what I was reading in the book. According to the author the stories in the book are about real people who do the Hotwife sort of thing. You never know if those things are true or not."

"What made you think maybe my visit to my father-in-law involved that? Did I say or do something that raised your suspicion?"

I told her about thinking I saw them go into the lingerie shop then said, "He just didn't look like the kind of guy who would be comfortable in a store like that. Then there was my brother Steve. He noticed your anklet and told me what it signified. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe him."

"I thought Steve was looking at my anklet with a little more interest than normal. I wondered if he might not know what it was for. Very few people do. As for my father-in-law, you would be surprised. He is a very special man and he even picked out some other stuff he wanted me to get."

"No shit! Wow I never would have guessed that from looking at him."

The flight between home and my parent's house always seems so long, but I was disappointed when the captain came on the intercom announcing we would be landing in 20 minutes. I wanted nothing more than to stay on the plane and talk to Lisa. I would have loved to do more, but she had made it clear talking and looking at her were my only options. Lisa saw the disappointment on my face. She put her left hand on mine and said, "I want you to meet Paul after we get out luggage."

Seeing the look of excitement on my face she laughed and said, "Down boy, it's only an introduction." I didn't care that, it was only an introduction. It was one step closer than I was at that point.

Now that I was anxious to meet her husband things went into slow motion. It seemed like the taxiway was several hundred miles long. It took forever for us to make it to the gate then there was an issue getting the cabin door opened. I was ready to slide down one of the escape chutes they use to evacuate an aircraft in an emergency. Finally we were inside the terminal, standing at the carousel waiting for our luggage. Lisa had texted her husband and told him we had arrived. He texted her back saying he would park and come help her with the bags.

I was standing there waiting for the bags to start arriving when I heard Lisa squeal. I saw she had turned around and had her arms around the neck of a tall man who was well built and looked to be in very good shape. He was a good looking guy. When she broke the kiss she said, "Honey I want you to meet the guy I sat beside on the way out and back. Paul, this is my friend Clifford and Clifford this is my husband, Paul."

Extending my hand Paul took it and gave me a big smile. He said, "Thank you for looking out for my girl. She's very special."

"It was my pleasure. You have a beautiful and lovely wife."

"Yea, I have to agree." I saw him take his wallet out of his pants. He opened it and pulled out a business card. Taking a pen out of his pocket he wrote on the back of the card then handed it to me saying, "When you have time give me a call. This is my private line and my cell phone. I want to thank you properly for taking care of Lisa and making sure she got back home safe and sound."

I said, "Sir it was no trouble at all. You don't owe me anything, it was my pleasure."

Pointing at the card he said, "Thanks, but I insist. Give me a call."

"Okay, and thank you, but honestly it was my pleasure."

We retrieved our bags and as I watched Lisa and her husband it was easy to see the man was head over heels in love with her. There was an ache in my chest as I hoped one day I might be lucky enough to find a woman I could love as much as he apparently loved his wife.

I purposely hung back as Lisa and her husband left the terminal. I then followed close enough to enjoy one last time watching Lisa's cute ass barely covered by the short skirt. Taping my shirt pocket I double checked to make sure the business card Paul had given me was still there. When they were out of sight I stopped and took the card out of my pocket placing it in my wallet. I wanted to make sure that was one business card I didn't lose.