Finding Dates for My Wife Pt. 09

In this final part, Paul shares his wife with Clifford.

The narrator of the chapter is the character whose name is in parentheses next to the chapter titles.

The following are brief summaries from previous parts of the series. If you have read the previous parts skip this section and begin reading at: "The Story Continues..." If you have not read the previous parts of the story it is highly recommend you stop reading this continuation of the story and catch up from the beginning. The story will make more sense if you take the time to do so.

In previous parts of this series we learned how Paul and his wife, Lisa, live the lifestyle with Lisa being a Hotwife. Paul arranges dates for his hotwife Lisa. He tells her when to be ready for her date to pick her up, but she knows only that her husband has arranged for someone, man or woman, to pick her up for a date. She does not know who her date is with until she opens the door to see who is standing there to pick her up.

In Part 8, Paul sent his wife to visit his father in Colorado for a full week. During her flight she met a man she thought was sexy. Clifford and Lisa were on the same return flight coming back home. On the trip back home Clifford put all the pieces together and with a little help from Lisa, and his brother, he discovered the lifestyle Lisa and Paul enjoyed.

The story continues...

As Part 9 - the last in the series - begins, Paul is at the airport to pick up his wife who has just returned and is at the luggage carrousel waiting for her bags. As the story continues Paul meets Clifford for the first time...

Finding Dates for My Wife - The Final Chapter

Chapter 63 - Lisa (Paul)

Upon arriving at the airport baggage claim I almost didn't recognize my wife. She was dressed in a hot mini-dress my father bought her while she had been with him the previous week. Making the identity more difficult she was standing with her back to me next to a man I'd never met. At first glance I thought they were just another couple waiting for luggage. I had overlooked Lisa since I been looking for a woman standing by herself and hadn't expected her to be with someone else.

Even before I realized it was Lisa, her dress had caught my eye. It was beige and had a very short skirt. The back of the dress was completely open from her neck to just above her waist. With the open back, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Even though the material was light and looked to be very comfortable, it was hard to believe a woman could actually be comfortable wearing a dress that exposed so much of her body.

It didn't take but a few seconds for me to realize the woman giving me a stiffy was my wife. I'd been admiring her shapely and sexy legs when I spotted the anklet I had purchased and attached around her ankle just before she left to go spend the week with my father. I realized it was Lisa at about the same time she turned and saw me. That is when I got my first look at the neckline of the dress. I was blown away by how revealing, yet sexy, it was. I have never been embarrassed by the way my wife looks. If every other man wants to drool looking at her that is okay with me. I know she belongs to me and they are welcome to look all they want.

The front of the dress was styled with a plunging V neck, the bottom of the 'V' ending a couple inches above her navel. The inside swell of each breast was clearly exposed. Her nipples were concealed; however, it appeared a strong gust of wind or a sudden movement on her part would result in one, or both, of her nipples - if not her full breast - being displayed for all to see.

When she saw me Lisa rushed over and threw her arms around my neck giving me a hug and kiss. I was sure several people were being treated to a view of a good portion of my wife's ass due to the hem of her dress being incredibly short. At the time I didn't know she was naked under that micro skirt, and that everyone looking was getting a nice view of my wife's very naked and sexy ass.

I was excited upon seeing her and if others wanted to enjoy the display of her feminine charms that was okay with me. When our lips parted she introduced me to the guy she had been standing next to. She said, "Honey this is Clifford. He and I traveled to and back from Colorado on the same flights. Clifford this is my husband Paul."

I shook hands with the man and he seemed like a nice guy. I judged him to be a few years younger than me and it appeared Lisa and Clifford had gotten along well. I thanked him for looking out for Lisa then fished a business card from my wallet handing it to him saying, "Give me a call at the office. I'd like to thank you properly for looking out for Lisa."

At first he tried to be noble and told me that was not necessary. When I insisted he took the card and promised he would call. I then got Lisa's bags and we headed out to where I had parked.

Once we were in the car I pulled Lisa to me saying, "Honey I've missed you so much. Looks like you and Dad had quite an interesting shopping trip. Your dress is smoking hot."

"I thought you might like it. He wanted me to wear it home for you to see."

"Like it? No, I love it! I'm going to have to send you out to see Dad more often."

She gave me a sexy smile and said, "I'm sure he would enjoy that and I know I would." She went on to say, "Dad sent me home to you the same way you sent me out there to him."

At first I didn't understand what she meant then she lifted the front of her skirt and that is when I discovered she was bare underneath the skirt. I grinned and said, "You had that hot little pussy barely covered with that short skirt all the way home?"

She looked adorable as she said, "I think it was covered, at least most of the time."

"Fuck Baby, I've got to get you home, fast! My cock has been hard just thinking about you."

On the drive home I was tempted to pull off the road and behind a building like some high school boy. I knew the back seat wouldn't be the ideal spot to fuck my wife so I fought the temptation and kept driving.

On the way Lisa told me about the hike and sleeping in the tent. She even told me about the orange juice incident with Clifford. I said, "That's wild, but he did seem like a nice guy."

"Yes, he was very nice, and despite all that happened he was quite the gentleman."

She went on to tell me about the book he was reading and how the topic of her being a Hotwife had come up. She explained how his brother had noticed her anklet and had later told Clifford know what it signified.

When I handed Clifford my business card, I did it with the intention of taking him to lunch as my way of thanking him for looking out for Lisa. As she continued to talk about him I began to seriously consider he might be a good candidate for her next date. I knew Lisa had seen me give him my card, but at the time I hadn't been considering sharing her with him. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea of allowing him to get to know her at a much more personal level.

Hearing from Lisa he had been reading a book about Hotwives had really sparked my interest. She told me even though he didn't come right out and ask she could tell he had wanted to do more. She said she explained to him it was up to me to decide who I shared her with. Under the circumstances I was not at all upset about what had happened. I was perfectly fine with it all, just as long as his cock hadn't entered her.

I was proud of her for waiting for me to make the decision who I shared her with. She told me she had kissed him on the cheek a couple times and I was perfectly cool with that.

I knew Lisa would never ask me to arrange for Clifford to be her date, that was sort of one of our unwritten rules. I felt like the probability Clifford would call me was extremely good. Hearing what she had told me about the anklet, his book and everything else that had happened I now understood the look I had seen in his eyes, it had been the look of a man who had found a woman he wanted, but knew she belonged to another man and was therefore off limits.

Even then I knew there was a very good chance I would be sharing my wife with Clifford, but I would have to get to know him better and talk to him in more depth before deciding for sure.

Back home rather than taking the time to unload Lisa's luggage from the car, she is so petite, I just picked her up in my arms and carried her straight to our bedroom. Dad had called me, after dropping Lisa off at the airport. He said he wanted to let me know he had left her at the airport and she would soon be on her way home. He told me about some of the things they had done and how much fun they had. I laughed when he asked when my next conference was scheduled. It had only been a week, but seeing her on the bed wearing that sexy dress was hot. Knowing what she had been doing with my father the previous week had me about to lose my mind with unbridled lust.

Sex between Lisa and me has always been great, but it is even better, for both of us, after I've shared her with someone. I knew the dress she was wearing was quite expensive and I didn't want to ruin it by either ripping it or getting cum stains on it. I told her to strip for me. She gave me a sexy grin as she got up and began to slowly undress. Other than her heels and jewelry, the mini-dress was all she had been wearing. Dad told her she was not to wear panties and the top of the dress was designed in such a way that made it impossible for her to wear a bra. Seeing my wife's ultra-sexy body had my cock painfully hard, increasing my desperate need to have her.

There was no finesse in my approach. Knowing Lisa as well as I do I knew she was already wet and my cock was as stiff as a steel pipe. I pushed her back onto the bed while at the same time spreading her legs. I would normally eat her pussy first, but at that moment I wasn't into doing anything other than getting my cock in that pussy as quickly as possible.

With barely a pause, when my cock touched her wet lips, I was pushing myself into her. She let out a deep satisfying moan as I filled her with my hard flesh. Once inside her I held myself there luxuriating in the feeling of her warm wetness as it gripped my shaft. I could feel her using the muscles deep in her pussy to massage my cock. Being without her for over a week had been absolute torture, but I had been happy to share her with Dad.

Touching my lips to her lips caused her to part them and let my tongue enter her mouth. Her mouth tasted minty fresh. It was as if I was a man who had been marooned and starving on a tropical island. Lisa was the nourishment I needed to survive and it felt as if I could not get enough of her.

After we finished I was a bit ashamed of myself, but at the time the only thing I had been thinking was filling her with cum. Only after I exploded in a mind blowing orgasm was I able to begin to relax. Rolling off to the side I propped myself up on my left elbow to admire her. I never get tired of looking at her.

Using my fingers I smoothed the hair back that had been covering one of her eyes, hooking the lock of hair behind her ear. She was laying there looking at me with a beautiful smile. Lisa is a beautiful woman, of this I already was well aware, but at that moment she looked almost angelic. I wanted to do nothing more than simply admire her beauty. I was well aware of the fact there was no way I deserved her, but still somehow she was mine.

I said, "So you and Dad had fun?"

She looked like an excited child as her eyes lit up when she said, "Honey it was so much fun. He got me a pair of the cutest hiking shoes. He even bought me a pair of those aluminum sticks for me to use. I thought they looked silly, but he insisted. After using them, I had no idea how much they would help."

"Hiking Poles"

"Huh?"

"The aluminum sticks; they're called Hiking Poles."

"Oh, yea that's what he called them. Anyway they really did help."

I grinned and said, "Dad told me you got a little closer to nature out there on the mountain trail. I wish I could have seen that."

The look on her face was precious. "Yea, I decided to get a little sun and was pretty sure he wouldn't mind the change in scenery. I eventually ended up wearing just the new shoes he got me. I was right in that he didn't seem to mind the new view of nature."

"Imagine that," I said with a huge smile, "A horny old man enjoying looking at the body of a beautiful naked woman. Not only that, the naked body of his daughter-in-law."

She grinned and said, "Later we saw this huge flat rock. It overlooked the most beautiful view of the mountains. I laid on that rock giving him several sexy poses to photograph. As he was taking the photos of me a couple about our age walked in on us accidentally.

The woman wanted to have her photo taken with me. Long story short she let me know she was into girls. I hope you're not upset, but you weren't there and... well, let's just say the guys seemed to enjoy watching."

"Honey that's fine. Why do you think I would mind?"

"I didn't think you would, since it was a girl, but you know what I mean."

"Yea I get it, and I'm cool with what happened. Dad said he sent copies of the photos home with you. I'm anxious to see them."

"They're on a DVD he told me he put somewhere in my bags. That night we slept a short distance off the trail in a tent. He has this huge sleeping bag we both could get in. It was nice out there on that mountain in the fresh air. He felt really good as he moved behind me and then slid into me. Honey, his cock felt amazing fucking me out there in the wilderness. That was the first time I've been fucked on a mountain. I can hardly wait to do that again. Maybe it could be you the next time."

I laughed and said, "Did Dad happen to tell you he bought that sleeping bag just for that trip? He has two bags for when he and I go on our fishing trips, but he wanted one the two of you could get into together."

She laughed then said, "That dirty old man. He never said a word about that. I thought it was because he didn't want to carry two bags."

"Honey you made Dad very happy. He thanked me several times for sending you out to him. There is no doubt he does love his daughter-in-law."

"Well I can tell you she also loves him. That's for sure!"

Reaching down between her legs I began to gently massage her clit. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly as she moaned in pleasure. I love fucking Lisa, but I also like fondling her and making her cum using just my fingers. I like when I fondle her how she looks during the buildup and then watching her face during her orgasm. She's even more beautiful as she builds up to her own sexual release and watching her like this allows me to concentrate only on her.

I considered teasing her by asking questions about Clifford, but if my plans worked out I didn't want her to realize I was considering Clifford to be one of her dates. The look I had seen in her eyes when she talked about Clifford was one I had seen several times before. It appeared he was someone she would enjoy spending the night with and sharing her with him was the least I could do given the fact he had kept an eye on her, even though I had not asked him to do so.

She told me about him going in the toilet, at her suggestion, where he jerked off to ease the tension in his cock. She said he even told her he shot his semen into the sink. I had to grin as I thought of the unsuspecting people who used that sink the remainder of the flight. What made my cock the hardest was her telling me about when she fell asleep and he had put the jacket across her lap to cover her pussy. I would give just about anything to have been there to see the look on his face when he saw her bald pussy come into view when her skirt slid up exposing her as she slept.

Lisa was still on her back as she began lifting her hips off the bed in an effort to press herself harder against my fingers. Lowering my mouth to her breast I took one of her nipples between my lips. I felt her hand on the back of my neck as she pulled my mouth hard against her, mashing my face into her breast. It didn't take much longer before she pulled me even harder into her breast and her hips shot up off the bed as she cried out, "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! Baby that feels so fucking good! DON'T STOP, I'M CUMMING!"

I pushed my fingers deeper inside her and felt her muscles gripping and squeezing my fingers as if they were a cock fucking her. Gradually she eased her grip on my neck. When I pulled my face from her breast to look at her she was covered with perspiration. Opening her eyes she gave me a grin, then said, "Honey I needed that really bad. You are so good to me."

I told her, "Rita called and wants us to come over tonight, but I told her I just wanted to stay home with you. She understood and said she would give you a call either tomorrow or Monday."

"Thanks Honey. I love Rita and Alan, but tonight I just want you to hold me in your arms."

"Sounds like the perfect evening to me."

A couple hours later, after I had put another load in her pussy, we got out of bed.

Sunday was quiet. Rita and Alan stopped by to see Lisa. Both gave her a kiss, but nothing else happened other than us lying around outside by the pool. Alan and I admired our women and we each drank a couple cold beers while Lisa told Rita about her trip to Colorado. I didn't want to go in to the office the next morning, but had been at that conference and needed to go in to catch up on several issues that had come up while I was gone that required my attention.

Chapter 64 - Call from Clifford (Paul)

I had been at my desk a little over an hour when my personal line rang. It bypasses the switchboard and my secretary ringing directly at my desk. It's a number I give to very few people. I answered, "Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Scott?"

"Yes, this is Paul Scott."

"Mr. Scott, this is Clifford, I was on the plane..."

"Oh yea, right. Clifford I'm so happy you called. Is there any way we could meet for lunch tomorrow?"

"Uh, sure, I don't have anything scheduled."

"Good, I'd like to talk to you and thank you again for looking out for Lisa by buying lunch. She told me about the incident with the orange juice. I got a big kick out of that."

"Sorry about that Sir. It really was an accident."

"There is no doubt in my mind, and you have nothing to be sorry about. Lisa was laughing about it and from what she told me you made her trip much more enjoyable. I'm grateful for what you did. I'd also like to discuss with you a common interest you and I have."

"Sir, are you talking about Lisa?"

"Yes, precisely."

I could hear the excitement in his voice when he said, "Yes Sir, tomorrow, tomorrow will be great!"

I gave him the name of a restaurant I often meet clients at then said, "See you there at, let's say 11:30?"

"Yes, 11:30 will be fine. Thank you Sir."

I had the feeling if I'd suggested 3:00 AM I would have received the same excited response. "Good, see you then."

After disconnecting the call I blocked out the time on my calendar, not so much for me, but to keep my secretary from seeing an open time frame and stuffing something into it for me. I would have met with Clifford that day, but I had to meet with some of the managers under me regarding the conference and give them some sales leads I needed them to follow up on. Tomorrow, lunch with Clifford would work just fine. If I did decide to share Lisa with him, he would have to wait until Friday anyway.

****

I arrived at the restaurant about ten minutes early, but when I walked in I saw Clifford had beat me there. He had seen me arrive and was standing and waiving to get my attention. I pointed to Clifford and told the hostess the man I was meeting was already there.

As I approached I could see his excitement. Extending my hand he took it and gave me a firm handshake. I like a man who has a firm grip and doesn't give me a limp wrist hand to shake. More than one man has lost his opportunity to experience Lisa simply due to his limp handshake. I expect a woman's handshake to be like that, but certainly never a man I would ever consider sharing my wife with.

I took my seat and said, "Lisa told me a lot about you. She told me about how you and your brothers ran into her and my father at the mall. She mentioned you have a twin sister, is that correct?"

"Yes Sir. We try to get together at least once or twice a year. Sometimes it's more and sometimes less."

"That's good. I need to get out there to see Dad more often than I do. He loves to go fly fishing. I like it too, but that's an art I haven't quite yet mastered. Dad is like a master artist with a fly rod while I'm more like a child with crayons."

"Sir, I'm sure you're not that bad. My brothers and I love fly fishing, but they are both much better at it than me. I don't get enough practice to be very good at it."

"Let's order first then I'd like to discuss Lisa."

After the waiter left with our orders I said, "Lisa told me one of your brothers understood Lisa's anklet. She said the two of you briefly discussed our lifestyle. She also said she mentioned to you this was the reason she was visiting my father."

"Yes, she saw a book I'm reading and one thing led to another."

"She mentioned your book. Yesterday after Lisa told me about the book I ordered a copy and am looking forward to reading it. Is there any discussion about the anklet Lisa wears in that book?"

I could see he became a little nervous as he said, "I'm not sure. I haven't read all of it. I had never heard that about the anklets until my brother told me about them."

"Your brother is very observant. Lisa told me about that conversation. I guess I don't need to tell you your brother was correct."

Clifford said, "That's sort of what Lisa said."

"It's not something we advertise, but also not something either of us is ashamed of either. It's a lifestyle Lisa and I both find enjoyment in living. I'm not sure what that book says, but the way it works with Lisa and me is I find the men I want to share her with. I have a method I normally use when selecting the men I have her date, and this is a little outside the way we normally do this. I can tell Lisa was impressed with you and from what I've seen so far, I like you. Lisa said you're a nice guy and that you were very much the gentleman. The question is would you like to live in real life one of those stories in that book you're reading?"

I was not at all surprised when he said, "Yes Sir, absolutely!"

I laid out the rules for him and Lisa. I told him what I expected of him and what I always expect of Lisa. I said, "If we do this and I share her with you, she will do whatever you want. The only thing she does not have to do is remove her wedding ring."

"I would never ask her to do that."

"That's good, but some guys have in the past. If she wants to remove it, she can, but that decision I leave to her. If you show her a good time and the two of you hit it off, there's a good chance there could be other dates, but let's take it one step at a time. You can bring her home Friday night, but most men prefer to keep her all night. I only ask that you let me know ahead of time if you want her overnight. If you do decide you want to keep her overnight I ask that you have her home by noon on Saturday."

"If I could have her all night that would be great!"

"Okay then, I like you and I know Lisa likes you, so be at our house this coming Friday at 5:30 sharp. I will leave your name at the gate and Lisa will be ready when you arrive. I'm sure I don't have to say this, but as long as you treat her like you would your sister, you and I will be good. One other thing, I don't feel right about sharing my wife with a man who calls me Sir. My name is Paul."

He smiled then said, "Sorry Paul, I'll do better."

"There is no need to ever apologize for manners. I respect that but I think we're past that now. Lisa has always been a very good judge of character."

"Sir, I mean Paul, there is one thing. You said as long as I treat her like I would my sister we would be good."

"Yea, that's right."

"Well, this is a little awkward, but..."

"Yes, what is it?"

"I don't do with my sister what I thought..."

I began laughing then said, "Maybe you are missing out on something with your sister. Relax, I didn't mean it like that." Lowering my voice I said, "I'll spell it out so we are clear. You have my permission to put your cock in any of Lisa's three holes. What I meant was how you treat her otherwise. Feel free to enjoy the beautiful and sexy woman I'm sharing with you. She is quite submissive, if you haven't already picked up on that. If you want you can ask her if something is okay and she will tell you. Normally you can expect her to say if it's what you want she's fine with it. She knows the rules I have for her and she is not shy about telling you those rules."

"Thanks Paul. This really means a lot to me."

"She means a lot to me. As long as you remember that, you and I will be good. You've already seen how beautiful she is; just wait until you see how sexy she is."

"I can hardly wait."

Clifford offered to pay the check, but I told him it was my treat. He looked like a kid that had just been given a brand new sports car for his birthday. I guess in a way he had, but being in bed with Lisa can be like driving a high performance race car. She has the ability to take a man on the ride of his life, turning him inside out.

****

Lisa and I were eating dinner, later that night, when I said, "Honey you've got a date Friday. You need to be ready when he picks you up at 5:30."

She gave me a grin, knowing this meant she would be spending at least the evening and more likely the entire night in the arms of a man I had chosen for her. She would never ask, but I wondered if she suspected I might have arranged for Clifford to be that man.

I try to keep the identity of the man a surprise, which is usually not difficult since most of the time even if she knew his name, she would not know who it was. For most of her dates, I try to find someone she doesn't know.

I'm always anxious to see which outfit she picks to wear on her date. One thing I can always count on is it will be something that is very sexy and will have whoever shows up to pick her up anxious to get to the good part of the evening.

Chapter 65 - Another Date (Lisa)

When my husband told me he had arranged a date for me I was a little surprised. I had been hopeful he would decide to share me with Clifford for my next date, but this was too soon for it to be Clifford. I know how Paul takes his time choosing my dates and he had met Clifford only a little over 48 hours prior to letting me know he had arranged a date for me.

I wondered who it was and thought the date following this one might be Clifford. After what I had told Paul about Clifford, I was pretty sure I would eventually get to see Clifford at the door one of these Friday evenings.

The nice thing about the upcoming date was I had plenty of new clothes and didn't need to go shopping. I had just returned from spending a week with my father-in-law and he had insisted on buying me several new sexy dresses, skirts, blouses and heels. He had spent a small fortune on clothes so I had lots from which to make my selection.

Friday I had gone to get a mani-pedi and get my hair trimmed and styled. It didn't take me long before I was home relaxing in a warm bubble bath wondering what my date would be like. Chances are it would be a man, but Paul had shared me with a woman before. It had been quite different and an experience I found very enjoyable. I expected my husband would set me up with another woman again, but for some reason I felt this next date would be a man.

Before getting out of the bath tub I ran my razor over my body making sure my underarms, legs and pussy were all stubble free and soft. Standing at the closet I decided on the mini-dress I had worn home from Colorado. Paul thought it was super sexy and I also liked it. Of all the clothes my father-in-law had purchased for me, that dress was my favorite.

The mini-dress didn't allow me to wear a bra, but it did allow me to wear panties or a thong. I have gone on dates with nothing on under my skirt. More often I wear a special G-string I buy just for these dates. I enjoy wearing these on the dates my husband arranges for me and like giving them to my date as a keepsake of the date. I have several and other than color they are all exactly the same. They have no functional value in the way panties normally have a purpose. The only value these particular G-strings have is they make a man's cock hard.

The fabric part of the G-string is delicate lace and easily seen through. The waist and back strap are thin ribbons of satin matching the color of the lace fabric. Since the mini-dress is tan, I selected one of the tan G-strings. It would closely match my dress and on my skin it very closely matched the color of my skin making it almost disappear when I pulled it on.

Ben had bought me a pair of five inch heels that matched the dress. Paul and I have this tradition where he isn't allowed to see me until just before my date arrives. Earlier in the week he had removed my HotWife anklet, so I asked him to put it on me that morning before he left for work.

The anklet was new. He had given it to me just before my trip to Colorado to spend the week with his father. I had decided I wanted the anklet to be his and only he could put it on or take if off of me. I liked thinking of it as my husband marking me so those who knew the significance of the anklet would know I'm a Hotwife. I wanted to be wearing it later when he saw me and the only way for that to happen was for him to put is on be before he left that morning. With the exception of my wedding ring the anklet was the one piece of jewelry I was most proud of.

Glancing at the clock I realized I was ready early. This was very unusual for me. I cracked the door and called out to see if Paul was home. I heard him answer and was anxious for him to see me. A girl never gets tired of her man looking at her the way Paul looks at me just before he sends me on a date.

I headed out with my small overnight case I take on my dates when my date wants me to spend the night. In it are a few items I might need the following morning. The two favorite parts of the dates where my husband shares me with others are when I'm ready to leave and he sees how I'm dressed and the other is when I return from my date and we have some of the our best sex.

Stepping out the bedroom door, I was anxious for my husband to see me.

Chapter 66 - Ultra-Sexy (Paul)

Seeing my wife dressed for her dates always makes my cock hard. This time was no different. I saw she had selected the very short and sexy dress she had worn home from Colorado. I couldn't decide if this dress or the semi-transparent white blouse she has worn on a couple dates, make her look her sexiest. The thing about my Lisa is she could wear just about anything and look like a million dollars. The first and last time I had seen her in this dress she didn't have anything on under the skirt. I wondered if that had changed.

"Babe you look so fucking hot!"

"Thanks Honey. I hope he, or I guess it could be she, likes it."

"I have no doubt. You have never disappointed any of your dates. Can I get a peek under your skirt?"

She gave me one of those teasing looks and said, "Only under one condition. First you have to take your pants off and let me see your cock."

That was easy and in a flash I was naked from the waist down. Her eyes were on my cock that was pointed up at a 45 degree angle as she slowly closed the distance between us. When she was close enough she took hold of my shaft and said, "I just love this thing. Honey you have such a handsome cock." She cupped my balls in her hand and said, "Put your hand under my skirt and see for yourself."

I did just that and was surprised to feel one of her lace G-strings she wore so often on dates. I knew she hardly ever returns home with those. If her date wants it she will give it to them as a memento of their date. I asked, "Are you going to give it to your date?"

"Honey you know how they like it. If he or she wants it they can have it. I like thinking of them smelling me on it later when they are back home and all alone."

I groaned as she said that and she gave my balls a gentle squeeze. I've never heard of or seen a woman who could be so damn sexy.

My groan made her giggle and she said, "Baby, please keep it out for me and have your hand on it when my date arrives."

"Oh fuck Baby. You do know what you do to me."

"Yes and it is so much fun. When I get home tomorrow I want to know how many times you cum between now and then. Okay? Will you keep track of how many times you jerk off while thinking about what I'm doing?"

"Sure Babe. I'll do anything for you."

"Stay by the phone, I may have a surprise for you."

I had no idea what she had in mind, but knew I would be by the phone all evening if that is what she wanted. I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost time for Clifford to arrive. When the door chime sounded I would scurry off to my hiding spot and watch my wife answer the door. Seeing the look on her face was always fun and I had a feeling she might not be expecting Clifford to be her date since I normally spend more time selecting who I share her with.

Lisa had moved her hand from my balls back to my cock. I felt her move and realized she was squatting down in front of me. Even wearing those five inch heeled stilettos she was able to squat down and was now looking at my cock, up close. She never kissed me before leaving for fear of messing up her lipstick. This was the first time she did wrap her thumb and index finger around my cock just behind the glans and stuck her tongue out to lick the hole at the end of my shaft. Again I groaned and felt like I was going to cum. She was gripping me tight when the door chime sounded.

Standing quickly she said, "Baby, I love you," just before squeezing my shaft tight in her hand.

I was extremely aroused as I headed off to my hiding spot. My cock was bouncing up and down as I hurried off. Lisa headed to answer the door. I had my hot hard shaft in my hand when she glanced back to confirm I was in my spot before she opened the door.

From my spot I could see Clifford's face light up when he saw her. He obviously wasn't disappointed to see she was wearing the same dress. Even from my hiding spot I could hear him ask, "Is this really happening or am I dreaming all this?"

Clifford handed Lisa a large bouquet of cut flowers. She took them and placing her nose inhaling deeply. She said, "They're beautiful and they smell so good. Thank you," before placing them on a nearby table. She knew I would see to it they were placed in a vase with water.

I heard him ask, "May I touch?"

"Honey I'm all yours until noon tomorrow. Unlike the last time, this time you have my husband's permission to do or touch anything you want."

My cock surged in my grip as I saw him wrap his arms around her pulling her tight against his chest. He actually lifted her off her feet as he kissed her and I could see three-quarters of her gorgeous ass cheeks as her skirt was lifted. I was slowly stroking my shaft being careful to try and not cum before they left.

When Clifford put her back on the floor she said, "That was an awesome kiss. We're going to have a lot of fun tonight."

I moved to see my wife's ass one last time before she pulled the door closed. A few seconds later, with the image of her ass in my mind, my cock erupted like a volcano. I was shooting cum all over the hardwood floor.

After my cock quit shooting cum, and I was able to regain my footing, I got some paper towels, dampened them and cleaned up the evidence of my first orgasm of the evening. Next I got a piece of paper and made the first hash mark of the evening.

Chapter 67 - Clifford (Lisa)

Teasing Paul had been so much fun. That is another part of our fun. Sure I enjoy my dates with the men Paul shares me with, but what I enjoy the most are seeing Paul just before I leave and feeling his cock in me the first time after my date brings me back home. I don't know about other wives, but I've read where people think it's about a husband pimping his wife or her wanting other men fucking her, and while I do enjoy other men fucking me, the thing that Paul and I enjoy the most had very little to do with this. My husband sharing me and me being a Hotwife has always been about Paul and me and our love for each other. The primary reason for us living this lifestyle has never been about me and the guys my husband shares me with. There are so many elements that make up how we feel, it's very difficult to properly explain and make other people, who haven't shared the same experiences, understand. Our lifestyle is not for couples trying to salvage a failing relationship. You must be secure in your love for each other for Hotwifing to work.

Clifford was a gentleman and opened my door for me and I got in. One thing about my dress, I had to be careful with my skirt as I got in and out of cars. I didn't care of Clifford saw under my skirt, but I didn't wish to give our neighbors a show. Clifford closed the door and I saw him jog around the back and get in the driver's door. He put the key in the ignition but before turning it he looked at me and said, "This just can't be happening."

"Honey, it is and unlike on the plane, tonight you are never to ask for permission or be embarrassed to touch me. My husband is sharing me with you and that means I'm all yours until noon tomorrow."

I barely got the words out before his hand was on my left knee. He stroked my leg like you would pet a puppy. He then gently pulled it toward him and shyly peeked between my legs. I saw a little frown when he saw the lace G-string covering my pussy.

His face lit up when I said, "Honey, everything, and I do mean everything under my skirt is yours until noon tomorrow. My husband only wants you to return the pussy and ass to him. The G-string is yours to keep, but I want to make sure it's used and has the smell of me on it before I give it to you."

He said, "Tonight is going to be so much fun," as he started the car and pulled away from the curb. We were off and headed toward the Interstate. I put my hand on his slacks rubbing it up and down his thigh. I reached over and gripped his bulge which brought a groan from him. Laughing I said, "Settle down big boy. We have lots of time for fun."

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I had been surprised, but not disappointed, when I opened the door. I was pretty sure Clifford would eventually be one of my dates I just didn't think it would be this soon. I wanted to talk to Paul when I got home and ask how he had arranged this date so quickly.

The restaurant Clifford had selected was nice. It was very romantic and quiet. The room was lighted only by a single candle burning on each table. After we were seated Clifford said, "You really are quite the attention grabber. Did you notice all the people looking at you when we came in?"

The fact is I had noticed, but I thought it more likely they were looking at me because of the dress I was wearing. It was very sexy and I'm sure some of the ladies considered the length of the skirt to be scandalous. I was pretty sure most, if not all of the men were likely more appreciative of the brevity of the garment. I said, "They were just checking out the dress my father-in-law bought me. I hope you don't mind that I wore it again tonight. I debated over this and one of my other blouse and skirt outfits, but I like this and I didn't know you would be my date." I gave him a wink then said, "I do remember you seemed to like this dress the last time you saw it."

"Even without seeing the other outfits I assure you I prefer this one. If it's possible, you look even better than fantastic!"

"My husband bought a copy of that book you were reading. I read a couple of the stories in it and I have to say the stories I read were very good."

Clifford asked, "Do you think they're true? The author claims they are, but I have no idea if that is true or not."

"Only the author knows for sure. I can tell you the stories sounded very plausible. It would not surprise me if I learned the author added some fictional content, but many authors do that to make the story more interesting. Even if he did that, none of the stories, I read, sounded fake. If I wrote about some of the things I've actually seen and experienced most people would never believe any of it really happened."

"Have you ever thought about writing a book? Obviously you would change the names and all those sorts of things, but I bet people would enjoy reading about your true life experiences."

"Until I saw your book, I honestly hadn't thought about that, but since then I've given it some thought. Maybe one day I will. If I ever do I'll make sure you get an autographed copy."

The smile on his face looked good. This date had all the potential of being quite a bit different than my other first dates. I was looking forward to being with Clifford later that night and especially doing one thing I had in mind that I'd never done before. As we continued to eat the quiet and ambience of the restaurant provided a perfectly romantic setting. I made a mental note to tell Paul about the restaurant and hopefully he would bring me back here. While being with Clifford in such a romantic setting was very enjoyable, being in such a place with the man I love most in my life would be the perfect beginning to an incredible evening.

As we were finishing up a dessert we shared, Clifford said, "Lisa I'm not much of a dancer. It's something my sister tried teaching me, but gave up on after discovering I have no sense of the beat of the music. Combine that with two left feet and her badly bruised toes and she gave up. I wondered if you wanted to go to the hotel, or maybe a walk along the beach."

His comment about the walk along the beach reminded me of the first man, other than Paul, to take me for a walk along the beach. It had been my own father. That night had been very special. I said, "Both sound good to me. I would be happy with either."

I had to smile and nodded my head when he said, "So you are going to force me to make the decision. I really am anxious to get to the hotel, but I also would like to spend some romantic time on the beach. Being from Colorado I have never gotten tired of the beach and it's incredibly romantic at night. If you don't care, I'd love to show you off and hold your hand as the surf washes over our feet."

Leaning toward him he met me half way as we shared a tender kiss. Pulling back I said, "I like the way you think. Tonight I would like nothing better than being your girl as we enjoy the beach."

Clifford drove to a section of beach that I didn't normally frequent. It wasn't as busy as the beach where Dad and Ben had taken me. Clifford slipped off his shoes and socks then rolled up his slacks while I unbuckled my heels and left them in his car. As we walked from the parking area to the beach Clifford kept looking at me. It made me feel good seeing the desire in his eyes, but also made me feel a little self-conscious.

Laughing I said, "You keep undressing me with your eyes. Would it be easier if I just took off my dress?"

As soon as I said it I regretted it. I could see he was embarrassed as he said, "I'm sorry. Maybe this was a bad idea. Would you like to go back? I don't know why I am acting so creepy."

Stopping and facing him I said, "Honey, I was just teasing. Don't you ever apologize for looking at me or any other woman like that. You have no idea how good it feels to a woman to have her man look at her like that. Seeing he desire in a man's eyes makes me feel incredible. I was just teasing and I'm sorry it came out wrong. So far I've been having a wonderful time and you have been nothing but a gentleman. Please forgive me for saying what I said. If you don't mind, I really do want to walk on the beach for a while before we go to the hotel where I have every intention of making my man very happy."

I could see my comments had helped smooth things over. He took my hand in his and we continued our journey to the edge of the water. As our feet touched the wet sand we stopped. I looked to see him once again looking at me. He smiled and said, "I didn't realize how short you are without your heels."

Laughing I punched his muscular bicep with my fist and said, "Mister I will have you know I'm not short, I am petite."

Roughly he pulled me against his body and said, "All I know is you are the sexiest woman I've ever held in my arms. I wish you were mine. I never want to let you go." His lips met mine and he held me tight as he kissed me. I was doing my best to kiss him back, but I could tell he was aroused and he was taking what he wanted. I let myself melt into his arms enjoying the secure feeling of being with a man this possessive, a man I knew would protect and keep me safe.

As Clifford held me I heard a couple pass by and I heard the girl ask the guy she was with, "Why don't you ever kiss me like that?"

He said, "When you wear a dress like she has on I will."

Clifford had also heard them. When he relaxed and our lips parted he continued to hold me against his body as he glanced at the couple who were now several yards further down the beach. He turned his head back to me. I was looking up at him as my hand slipped between us. We were now alone as I found the zipper tab and slowly pulled it down opening the front of his pants. He felt what I was doing and just stood still looking into my eyes as my hand slipped into his pants. I could feel he was wearing snug form fitting briefs. My eyes were on his as I squeezed his hard manhood through the soft stretchy knit spandex fabric. He closed his eyes and let a groan escape. Moving my hand up I slipped it between the elastic of the waistband and his abdomen.

The heat and hardness of his flesh made me want him all that much more. This was the first time my hand had come into direct contact with his hard bare flesh and I liked the way it felt. I gave him a smile and said, "Feels like maybe you might like me."

"Fuck Baby, your hand feels so fucking good."

I could feel the slick wet seepage of his pre-cum and used it to lubricate his glans as I continued to massage his hardness. I squeezed his thick shaft and said, "Baby, please kiss me."

Seconds later his lips were on mine and I could feel the intensity of his lust and the passion reverberated throughout his body. "Just relax Honey and enjoy the moment. I had no idea you are such a large man and I can hardly wait to feel this inside me. I want to feel it stretching me as you take me and use my body. Baby, just promise you'll fuck me really hard."

"Oh FUCK Lisa. You have me about ready to cum. I do plan on fucking the shit out of you."

Pulling my hand back I said, "No, not yet. Honey I'm going to make sure you cum a lot before morning, but you're going to have to wait just a little longer."

Seeing the disappointment as I pulled my hand out of his slacks and pulled the zipper back up, made me feel bad. I knew how much he wanted this, but I knew the longer I made him wait the more intense his first orgasm would be.

We continued walking at the edge of the water. Each time the water washed over our feet it felt so warm and nice. At one point Clifford stopped and was looking down at the water. I asked, "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing could be wrong when I with you. I was just looking at your anklet, it looks to sexy on you. I was thinking how my brother knew what it meant and how the stars were aligned perfectly to make tonight come true. I'm still having a hard time believing you are mine, if only for the night. I will never forget this night."

I looked and saw the water wash over our feet. I like the way my anklet would be submerged in the water only to reappear again. Looking at the anklet made me think of the man who owned my heart. He was sharing me with this handsome man who was now holding my hand. While I was Clifford's for the night, there was one man who owned my heart and he could never lose or loan that to anyone.

At that moment I was feeling especially sentimental. I was happy and I wanted to make Clifford a very happy man. I wanted his every wish and fantasy to come true before he returned me to my husband. My mind was lost in emotions and I heard Clifford say, "Penny for your thoughts."

I wasn't totally truthful when I answered saying, "I was just thinking how romantic this all is here with you and how much I've wanted you from that day you sat beside me at the airport the first time."

Clifford and I shared another tender and somewhat passionate kiss as the ocean continued to ebb and flow across our feet.

We then turned to continue to walk along the edge of the water. Clifford released my hand and put his arm around my waist, slipping his hand into the side of my dress just above the waist. I put my arm along his back and nuzzled my head into his side just below his shoulder. He pulled me tight against his body as we walked along the beach just like the other lovers we saw.

While there were other couples all around, each of the couples was in our own little world. For the most part we ignored the other couples enjoying the time with the man or woman we were with. Only when we met someone walking in the opposite direction that was walking close to us did we say 'hi' or simply nod our heads at them. Normally it was the guys who acknowledged each other as they possessively held their woman close.

We had walked much further than I had expected, but it felt really good being with Clifford. The few couples we had seen when we first started began to disappear as it got later. I figured most had plans similar to ours and had left to get a head start. I spotted some sand dunes lit only by the light of the full moon.

Looking up at Clifford I said, "Do you mind if we go over there and rest?"

"Not at all." Looking around as if trying to determine where we were he said, "We've come further than I intended. It's just so enjoyable being alone out here with you."

I said, "I'm not complaining, I've enjoyed the walk. I just wanted to sit next to you under the moon light for a bit."

When he had led me to a spot sufficiently secluded I turned to him and said, "I'm yours. Kiss me Baby."

He didn't ask questions as he pulled me into his arms. My hand found his zipper again and opened it. He continued to kiss me until he felt my hand directly on his hard shaft once again. Pulling away he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Making my man feel good."

With that said, I knelt in front of him. I had his cock out the opening in his pants and looked up to see him watching me. When I placed a kiss on the tip of his cock he moaned and said, "Baby, be careful. It won't take much for me to cum."

I gave him a grin and said, "Good, that's what I was hoping. It's time for me to taste your cum. I want you to shoot it into my mouth so I can have it in my tummy."

I heard the sweetest sound as Clifford said, "OH FUCK! This can't be happening."

There was no doubt in my mind what he said about being about read to cum had been correct. He was so incredibly aroused there was no way he would last over a couple minutes. Realizing how close he was, I didn't take him deep into my mouth. I wanted to be ready to pull him back and have his cum shoot out of his cock and onto my tongue. As expected it didn't take long at all before I recognized the signs men give just before they explode. Pulling his shaft back and sealing my lips tight around his shaft just behind the glans I was flicking my tongue around his glans and was soon rewarded with the prize I was after.

The first three or four jets of semen hit the back of my throat. He had some power behind his ejaculation. After that he covered my tongue with his thick creamy man milk. His cum had the slightly sweet salty taste I like. I kept sucking his shaft as his hands held my head. I was happy he enjoyed what I had done, but I wish I had lowered his slacks so I could have played with his balls. A man's balls have always fascinated me and I enjoy playing with them. I knew I would get my chance to do that later when we got to the hotel.

If anything the walk back to the car was even better than the first part of our romantic stroll along the beach had been. Having this man's cum inside me made me feel even closer to him. It also seemed like he held me tighter against his body on the walk back.

At the car we brushed off our feet and put our shoes back on. On the drive to the hotel Clifford held my hand and kept smiling as he looked at me. I kept reminding him he could look at me all night but for the moment he needed to keep his eyes on the road.

I could already tell this was going to be one of my better dates. I already knew later when I told Paul what we had done and how I had given Clifford a blow job on the beach I would light a passionate fire within my husband. He would give me an incredible fucking as I told him all the juicy details. That was the part of him sharing me with other men that excited us both the most. I feared one of the men my husband shared me with might become possessive and want me as his own after the date was over. Maybe it was the quality of men Paul selected for me that had kept that from becoming a problem. All of the men he had shared me with understood and accepted I was theirs for just a short few hours.

Chapter 68 - Much Better than the Book (Clifford)

The clerk at the hotel was having trouble checking us in. He kept looking at Lisa who was standing a few feet behind me. She was looking out over the lobby. It wasn't as if I didn't understand the poor guy's inability to pull his eyes off Lisa, but I wanted to get her to the room I had reserved and finally get to see that body I had been having visions of as I imagined how she must look naked.

The thing that amazed me about Lisa was how she seemed clueless as to the effect she had on men. Sure she seemed to know they found her attractive, but she just didn't to get it how every man who saw her wanted her. Other women I've known who are incredibly beautiful have always had an attitude that turned me off. My sister is even a little like that. She's my twin sister and she is very pretty. With me she is fine, she's just my sister, but I've seen her around others and she can put off that feeling I was talking about.

Sure my sister and those other women are pretty and all that, but they act like they know how good looking they are and it has an effect on the way they act around others. Lisa had a sweet innocence about her. She was fun to be around and at least in my case, she made me feel like I was the only man around and she wanted nothing more than to make me happy. There is a beauty Lisa has in her innocence regarding her own beauty. She was an incredible woman and her husband had to be the luckiest man alive.

The guy finally finished and handed me the key. As I took it from him I said, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

I think I startled him as he pulled his eyes from Lisa and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Hey buddy it's okay. I totally understand. She's hot and I know how much fun it is to look at her. No problem at all."

He gave me a grin and said "Thanks" before looking back at Lisa. Just before we were out of sight I glanced back and saw him give me a smile and wave.

I unlocked the door and pushed it open motioning for her to go first. Young guys should learn it's not only the gentlemanly thing to do, there are also perks that come with being a gentleman, two of which immediately come to my mind. The first is it makes the woman feel good knowing you respect her and the second is by allowing her to go first and following behind her you get a nice view of her ass. Lisa had the cutest firm little ass I'd seen in a long time. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing hold of it and squeezing. I knew I would get plenty of opportunities to do that later.

When the door closed behind me Lisa turned to face me. "Baby, if you're ready, I've been waiting for you to take me much too long. Would you like to unwrap your present or sit back and watch me unwarp it for you?"

I said, "Please give me the pleasure of unwrapping my own gift."

The way she looked at me had my cock hard. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted any woman. I had always thought my twin sister was pretty and there is no argument she really is, but when compared to Lisa, my sister didn't stand a chance.

Looking at Lisa brought back memories of all those guys who wanted to be my friend just so they could try and talk me into setting them up with my sister. I was one of the few guys who had been buddies with guys a few years older than me. My two brothers experienced the same thing. Sis got a kick out of it, but she was not interested in our opinions of the guys she dated. She told us she could pick her own dates. Some of the guys she dated we all thought were jerks. The man she ended up with is really a nice guy, so it all worked out.

Seeing Lisa made me think of those guys and the way they looked at Sis. I was now one of them and in my head I was doing all sorts of perverted things to this woman. I couldn't get over the fact her husband was sharing her with me. Certain stories in my book came to mind of husband's sharing their wives. I had seen the wedding ring on Lisa's hand and knowing she belonged to another man made her just that much more desirable to me. The idea of a man sharing his wife was a fantasy I never grew tired of. The realization this was no longer a fantasy to jerk off to was hard to accept as being real.

I asked, "How does it come off?"

She grinned then said, "At the back. In the middle at my waist there's a zipper."

I found the small zipper and lowered it. I pulled the straps from her shoulders. The back of the strap held the side of the dress that extended down her side to the waist of the tiny little skirt. The zipper released the waist of the skirt of the dress and the straps held the loose cloth covering her bare breasts. Once the zipper was lowered the dress practically fell away revealing a body that could have easily been featured in any men's magazine. Her body was absolutely perfect. Her flat stomach and breasts perfectly sized for her body were almost too perfect to be real.

With her dress off she was standing there in only the sexy stilettos and a tiny lace G-string. The lace of the G-string appeared to be for sexual appeal rather than function. It obviously didn't conceal a thing. I realized the G-string made her pussy look even better. On the plane her skirt had slipped up while she took a nap. Before I placed my jacket across her lap to cover her I had a great view of her bare pussy. Now it was covered by a lace G-string that hid absolutely nothing while making her look even sexier.

I must have been standing there staring at her body when I heard her giggle then heard her ask, "Are you finished?"

At first I didn't know what to say then I said, "Yea, at least for now."

Giving me a sexy grin she said, "Oh I see you're a man who likes to enjoy himself before he gets down to business. If you are finished for now, do you mind if I see that thing you intend on sticking inside me?"

She didn't wait for my answer as she began unbuttoning my shirt. She quickly slipped my shoes and socks off then went to work on my belt. With it unbuckled she unzipped my slacks and slowly lowered them down my legs. I was standing there in my bikini briefs. I like the snug fitting minimalistic design of this style of underwear. The only problem was when I get hard there isn't much room for my cock to expand. I usually try to angle it up toward either my right or left hip. As it was now, a couple inches were sticking out above the elastic waistband.

Lisa's eyes were on the exposed glans and part of my shaft extending above the elastic waistband. She gave me a grin then licked her lips. Her eyes dropped back to my cock. I began trying to adjust myself to get my cock back under control when she said, "Don't you dare touch it. I love the way it looks right now."

It was painfully hard and I looked at it and could see a pool of pre-cum had collected on the tip then spilled down over the underside of my glans and shaft. Lisa bent down and licked the spillage off my shaft then cleaned the tip using her tongue. Looking up at me she said, "I love your underwear. It's so much sexier than boxers."

I said, "I also have a couple thongs, made for men."

"No shit? I would love to see one of those. Maybe I can get one for Paul."

Reaching down I took hold of her arms and helped her to her feet. She was so tiny I scooped her up in my arms and started to carry her to the bed when she said, "Do you mind? There's something I'd really like to do, if it's okay."

Still holding her I said, "Sure, anything you want."

"Thanks. First I need my phone out of my purse then I want you to hold me in your arms on the couch."

Not exactly sure what she had in mind I carried her to where she had put her purse. She gave me a grin as she fished out her phone. I then went to the couch and with her still in my arms I sat down. She moved so her back was across my lap. She said, "You can do whatever you want. I just want to call Paul and let him know we made it to the hotel."

She dialed the phone as I sat there not exactly sure what to do. She had the phone to her ear and with her free hand she took hold of my hand and placed it between her legs. I looked at her and she just nodded as she said, "Honey, it's me. Clifford and I just got to the hotel and I thought I'd call and let you know we made it."

Nodding her head she said, "Uh huh, that's right. Do you want to know what he's doing right now?" Pausing just a few seconds she said, "He undressed me and now I'm just wearing my G-string. He is sitting on the couch with me laying across his lap. His hand is between my legs on my pussy and - oh fuck Honey - he just started rubbing my clit. Baby he has me incredibly wet already.

I had figured out what she was doing and it was hot. I had rubbed the tip of my finger where her clit was and she had responded instantly. I listened as I moved my hand to her breasts.

"Baby, now he's pinching my nipples. You know how that turns me on." She was listening and every now and then would say, "Okay, yea we will do that." Then I heard her say, "I bet your cock is really hard." Moments later she said, "Yea, I thought so. I like knowing you are hard thinking about what Clifford is doing. Do you have your cock in your hand right now? You do? Oh baby that's what I wanted to hear. How many times have you cum since I left? Three? That's a lot for no longer that I've been gone. Remember to save some for me. When Clifford brings me home I want you to put your cock inside me and fuck me really hard. Yea, you know how I like it. Do you care if I put you on speaker?"

The next thing I knew she had pressed a button and set the phone to the side asking, "Honey can you hear me?"

"Yes. You sound good."

"Do you want to listen while Clifford puts his cock in me? You could jerk off while you listen."

"If it's okay with Clifford, I'd like that."

She looked up at me and I shrugged my shoulders. The idea of Paul listening while I fucked his wife did sound like fun. Lisa picked up the phone then adjusted her position on my lap allowing her to put her arms around my neck before saying, "Take me to your bed lover."

I knew Paul could hear what she said. I stood with her still in my arms and carried her to the bed. I stripped off my underwear while Lisa placed her phone on the nightstand. It was within two or three feet of where her head was on the pillow. She said, "Baby, he has me on the bed and you should see how large his cock is. His balls are also huge. Honey I sucked his cock down on the beach and he filled my mouth with his cum. It tasted good and it's in my tummy right now."

I could hear heavy breathing on the line as I climbed between her legs. She reached down and took hold of my cock. I moved over her as she positioned me between her pussy lips. She said, "Honey his cock is really hard. I just put the tip of his cock inside me. I want you to tell him when to thrust it into me. He already promised he is going to fuck the shit out of me. You know how I like it hard and rough. He's ready, and waiting for you to tell him to fuck me."

A moment of silence was followed by, "Clifford, she is yours. She likes being fucked really hard. Oh fuck I'm about to cum. Do it, do it now. Put your cock all the way in her."

Waiting no longer I drove my hips against her driving my cock deep into her. She cried out as I entered her. She seemed to not be playing to the phone, but was telling me to fuck her harder and telling me how good my cock felt. I wasn't paying any attention to the phone, until I heard Paul yell, "Oh fuck Clifford! Fuck her hard. Baby, I'm cumming!"

I slowed down for a few seconds while Lisa grinned at me then turned her head to the phone and said, "I'm hanging up now so Clifford can fill my pussy with his cum. Love you Baby. See you tomorrow."

Before she could disconnect the phone I heard Paul say, "Yea Clifford, fuck her hard. That is what she likes. You two have fun and thank you for calling."

The phone went silent then Lisa looked up at me and said, "Thanks Baby. I've wanted to do that for a long time, and I know he enjoyed it. Now do what the man said and fuck the shit out of his wife."

I wasn't sure why I was ramming myself into her so hard, but she seemed to like it and the phone call had really excited me. The intensity of my thrusting was easier for me to sustain since I had cum earlier on the beach. I was wondering if that had been her plan all along. The first one always comes quick, but the orgasms that follow are easier to control.

After filling her pussy with a load of cum we both lay there kissing and talking. We did eventually get up and take a shower together. In the shower she knelt and took me into her mouth again. This time I stopped her before I could cum. I wasn't sure how many times I had left and knew I wanted more of that pussy and possibly even her ass before I had to take her home the following morning.

Out in the main part of the suite, I pulled a chair right up to face the wall of glass then sat in the chair holding Lisa on my lap. We were both naked except for the ultra-sexy HotWife anklet Lisa was wearing. I couldn't imagine anything better than looking out across the city with this beautiful naked woman on my lap. We talked for at least an hour as I asked Lisa questions regarding the HotWife lifestyle.

She told me what she and Paul both got from the dates her husband arranged for her. When I asked about previous dates she didn't mind telling me about them, but openly said she would not tell me the names of her dates. I found the story of the older man with the penile implant to be probably the most interesting and unusual.

I mentioned earlier either she or Paul had said something about all three holes she nodded her head saying some guys wanted all three and some didn't. She reached down taking my cock in her hand and massaged it for a while then said, "You've already had two, are you interested in using my ass? You do know Paul doesn't care if you put this in my ass."

"Okay, so he doesn't care, but what about you? Is that something you want?"

"I want what makes you happy. Tonight is about you and I'm here for you. I don't mind if you would like to see how my ass feels. It's entirely up to you."

When I didn't answer she asked, "I'm not sure why, but I get the feeling you've never fucked a girl in the ass. Am I right?"

"It's not that I haven't wanted to, but I never found a girl who wasn't afraid."

"Honey you've been dating the wrong girls. Sure, it isn't the most comfortable thing to do, at least not right at first, but it is something you really should try. My husband loves using my ass."

I'm a little shy around women, but I said, "And that is something you don't mind me doing?"

"Sweetie, that settles it. I've had cocks in my ass and I like it. My husband said you can use my ass and I'm going to be upset if you don't. Paul says my ass grabs and holds his shaft tight. I think some guys just like the idea of entering my ass. Unless you just don't want to, I want you to be able to say you tried is at least once."

"Okay, If you're sure..."

She seemed to be excited as she got up and took my hand. Leading me back to the bedroom she asked, "How do you want me?"

"I'm not sure. What's best?"

"The three most popular are, me on my back with my legs pulled back, me lying face down, or me on my knees with my ass in the air. You can also have me face down with a pillow under my hips. That way lifts my ass."

I liked all of her suggestions, but I liked the idea of being able to see her face and her tits while I fucked her ass and said, "I think the one with you on your back."

She opened the small bag she had brought along and pulled out a tube of lube saying, "You will need to use this. There is no natural lubrication back there. First let me lube your cock."

She opened the tube and squirted some out onto my cock. She began using her fingers to cover my entire shaft. I felt her slick hands massaging the lube into my balls and asked if that was necessary.

"No, but I like playing with a guy's balls. Doesn't it feel good?"

"Yes of course, I was just joking."

She continued for a while longer then said, "Okay now me."

I watched as she lay back and pulled her legs up while spreading them. She put some of the lube on her fingers then put them to her ass. She covered the area between her cheeks then got some more lube and pushed her fingers into her own ass. I asked, "Does that hurt?"

"No, not at all. I just need to get it slick for you. If my fingers hurt, I would really be in trouble when you put that big cock in my little hole."

I realized she was right and continued to watch. There was something about watching her lube her own ass that excited me. She put the tube of lube to the side and said, "Okay Honey. Just go slow at first. It takes a little bit for my ass to stretch and be ready for you."

On my knees I moved onto the bed. She had her arms hooked behind her knees pulling her legs back to where they were almost touching her breasts. The light was glistening off the lube she had coated her little hole with. I moved to align my cock with the small opening. Touching the head of my cock to her felt really good.

She said, "Okay, remember what I said. Just push steady and it will slide in. It will take a lot more pressure than entering a pussy. Don't be afraid of hurting me. As long as you go slow I'll be just fine."

Doing what she said I pressed the head of my cock against her hole. I kept applying pressure and could see the grimace on her face. It was obvious she was not having much fun at this point. I was amazed how much pressure it took for me to enter her ass. As soon as my glans was in her she said, "Stop! Hold it right there for just a minute."

Holding my cock in her ass I looked first at her then down to see my cock was actually in her ass. She had been right it was so tight it felt like she was trying to pinch off the head of my dick. It wasn't long before she said, "Okay, push it on into me. Just go slow and keep going until you are pressed against my ass cheeks."

The sensation of her tight anal muscles sliding along my shaft felt incredible. Soon I was in her ass as far as I could go. I felt her ass against me and could not help but push harder against her. She grinned and asked, "Does it feel good?"

"It's fucking amazing. Your ass is so tight."

"Yea, that is what guys like about using a girl's ass. They say it feels so much different. Now aren't you glad you did this?"

"Fuck yea."

She said, "Okay, just give me a bit longer then you can start. Go slow at first then you can speed up and fuck me harder."

"You want me to cum in your ass?"

"Yes, of course. Where else would a man put his cum other than inside the body of the girl he's fucking? I always want my man's cum inside me. Either my pussy, tummy or ass, it doesn't matter as long as it's inside me."

"You're too much. I've never known a girl like you."

"I hope that's good," she said grinning at me.

"Of course," I replied.

"Okay Baby you can start and see what it's like to fuck a girl's ass. I'm happy I'm your first."

After three previous ejaculations I didn't have a lot left for her ass, but I was able to last much longer than I thought I would. I could see Lisa was getting sore but when I asked her about it she told me she was okay. I sped up just enough to make myself cum. Feeling my cock in her ass as my body was pumping my semen into her ass was incredible. I had expected a lot from Lisa and she had delivered all that and much more.

After pulling out of her ass I helped her up and into the shower. We soaped each other's body for much longer than was needed, but running my soap covered hands over her body was something I didn't want to stop doing. She kept playing with my cock and balls. Later we were in a tight embrace with our lips sealed in a kiss as the hot water was streaming over us. I felt Lisa's hands on my ass then felt her fingers between my cheeks.

I had never known how sensitive the area around my anus was until she touched it with her finger. Before I realized what was happening she had her finger inside me. I jumped and pulled my lips from her, but she kept her finger in me. I was about to protest when I realized what she was doing felt really good.

Looking down I saw her looking up at me grinning. "You like that, don't you?" she said.

"It feels strange, but yea, it does feel good."

"Paul likes it when I put my finger in him."

She sank down to her knees while still keeping her finger in me. I was amazed after all that we had done, to find my cock was once again hard. Lisa went to work on it with her mouth, all the while moving her finger inside me just enough to keep me stimulated. The hot water ran out before she was able to get me to cum again, but that was okay with me. I didn't think I had another orgasm in me to give.

When we stepped out of the shower I don't know when in my entire life I've been cleaner than at that moment. With the large plush towels we dried each other then climbed into bed. I held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up two or three times during the night. Each time I had to confirm I was not dreaming and the woman I had lusted after on my recent trip to see my family was actually naked and in bed with me. Each time I felt her petite body pressed up against mine, and she felt absolutely incredible.

Chapter 69 - As Good As Expected (Lisa)

I slept soundly through the night. Being in bed with Clifford gave me such a feeling of both being a desirable woman and at the same time being safe and protected. Having confidence if anything bad happens I'm with a man who will protect and care for me, feels good. Paul always makes me feel that way and this particular night, so did Clifford. Paul is my husband, companion and lover. He is the man I trust implicitly with my life. I know my husband will do whatever he thinks is needed to protect me from harm, and that is the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience.

As is usually the case, when morning came, I woke up first. I didn't want to move and wake Clifford. He had one arm around me and I was perfectly content lying there. The thought came to me if I had been a cat I would have been purring loudly. After laying there for quite some time I did very carefully move my hand to touch Clifford's flaccid cock and then cupped his balls in my hand. Holding a man like that is something I always enjoy doing right after going to bed following an especially good night of sex. It also fun to do this first thing the following morning.

With my hand now absentmindedly stroking his cock and balls I thought back to the night before when he had been fucking me and how enjoyable my time with him had been. Clifford is the only man I could remember seeing before one of our dates and hopeful Paul would share me with him again. Sure, I had seen guys at the gym Paul had eventually shared me with, but none of those had been like it was with Clifford.

My date with Clifford had been all I had wanted and even more. He had been the gentleman I had met and come to know on my trip to Colorado, but at the same time he was a great lover and made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

As much fun as I had experienced with Clifford, I was looking forward to getting back home to my husband. The man who enjoyed sharing his wife and allowing me to experience these explorations into all aspects of my sexuality.

I felt the slight hardening of Clifford's cock as he began to wake up. His manhood steadily kept growing until I had to release his balls and focus only on his cock. I heard him say, "Baby that's the best way there is to wake up."

Keeping my hand on him I felt his arm tighten around me, pulling me tighter against him. When he was almost fully erect I began to slowly stroke his large thick shaft. Clifford said, "Oh fuck Baby. That feels good." He paused a bit then asked, "Last night when you called Paul, you said that was the first time you had done that. Has he ever watched you with other men?"

This wasn't such a strange question. Several of my dates had asked the exact same question. Answering honestly I said, "Yea, a few times. He always gets turned on when he does."

"I can only imagine. If and when I ever find a wife I hope she and I can have the same lifestyle and attitude toward sex that you and Paul have."

I continued to slowly stroke him as I said, "Yea, I have a wonderful husband, and what we have is very special. It works great for us, but I know lots of people who can't make it work. Jealousy or fears of losing the one you love are the two most common problems. A marriage has to be really strong for it to work."

"I can see how it might cause issues."

Rising up and giving him a kiss on the cheek I said, "Speaking of issues, I found a hard cock that appears it needs some relief. Any ideas what I should do with it?"

Grinning he said, "I have one idea."

Before I realized what he was doing he got up and moved me to the center of the bed and was between my legs and ready to enter me. "How did you do that so fast?" I asked.

"I've always been told when you want something you need to move quickly and seize the opportunity. There is no doubt I need to feel my cock your pussy at least one more time before I have to take you home."

I gave him a smile and said, "Sounds like you know what you want and don't need any instructions or permission from me. Baby I like a man who knows what he wants and takes it."

Moments later his hips flexed and I felt the pressure between my legs as he pushed himself forcefully all the way into me. Each time before he had entered me slowly, but this time he was taking me the way I enjoyed it the most. I like to call it Cave Man fucking. I knew he would not hurt me intentionally, but he was fucking me as if I was simply a place for him to deposit his semen. I like the feeling I get of being used when a man takes me like this. Sweet and tender love making is great when I'm in the mood for that, but much more often I want the man I'm with to use my body for his pleasure and fuck me hard. If he spanks my ass, that's even better.

Clifford's rhythm became irregular and I knew moments later when he drove his hips into me hard his cock was delivering his cum as deep inside me as his cock could reach. At that moment I felt the euphoria of my own orgasm as it consumed me. My pussy was milking his cock attempting to extract every last drop of his seed.

After kissing me Clifford chuckled and said, "What a fabulous way to begin the day!"

"That was really good. I may not be able to walk now, but who cares."

The concern on his face was obvious as he said, "Was I too rough? I'm sorry if I was. I must have lost control."

Laughing I said, "Sweetie, that's fine. You fucked me exactly the way I like it. You have nothing to be sorry for, it felt great! Being sore after a man takes me is a wonderful soreness I never get tired of."

"Okay, I was worried I might have been too rough."

"No, not at all, it was perfect."

We took another shower together and I made sure he was clean and that he would not forget his time with me. As we were getting dressed I handed him my G-string saying, "I told you when you return me to my husband I would not be wearing this. It's yours to help you remember our night together."

"I won't need any help remembering this night, but thanks, I'll treasure it." He put it to his nose and inhaled. Smiling he said, "You said you wanted me to be able to smell you. That is the sweetest fragrance I've ever smelled."

****

Clifford had just left the house when Paul asked, "Was he as good as you thought he'd be?"

"Yes, but Honey you know no cock can make me feel as good as yours."

As I began to tell him about our dinner he took my hand and pulled me down the hall toward our bedroom. By the time I had stripped for him and taken his clothes off I was telling him about the walk along the beach and the first load of cum Clifford had put in my tummy. As I began to tell him how hot it had been when he had been on the phone stroking his cock that first time Clifford pushed his cock into my pussy, Paul was on top of me and just beginning to penetrate me. I told him how good the forceful fucking Clifford had given me had felt, and how good it felt knowing my husband was listening to us. I told him the best part of the night had been when over the phone he told Clifford to put his cock in me and begin fucking me. I told him how after we had hung up the phone, how Clifford had filled my pussy with his cum.

With my pussy filled with a fresh load of semen from the man I loved, I took a nap in his arms before we got up and went about our day. Paul said he wanted to work on his motorcycle and I told him I wanted to lay out by the pool to get some sun. I also told him I wanted to call Rita and tell her about Clifford.

Grabbing a bottle of oil I made my way out to our pool. Making sure to wiggle my ass for him, I could feel Paul's eyes on me as I walked naked out the back door and laid on one of our pool lounge chairs.

The warmth of the sun on my skin felt good. I was thinking of my father-in-law and how different people want different things. He loves his mountain streams and camping along hiking trails. Me, I prefer the beach and the warm weather that we enjoy in our part of the country. The snow covered mountains of Colorado are beautiful, but I like an all over tan under the warm rays of the California sun. An artificial tan from a tanning bed is just not the same.

Picking up the phone I dialed Rita's number and listened for her to answer.

Rita has never been one to beat around the bush. I heard her voice come on the phone and say, "It's about time girl. Okay spill it all, how was he?"

"It's great to hear your voice as well. I am doing great and I just made sure my hubby is happily drained."

I heard her laughing then say, "Honey you know me, I want all the sexy and dirty details. But since you insist on small talk first, thank you for calling and how are you and Paul doing?"

She is so much fun and I do love her almost as much as I love my real mother. "Rita, you are an even bigger slut than me."

"Sweetie, I've never denied that."

"I guess you haven't." I then proceeded to tell her all about Clifford. She likes for me to describe in detail the cock of men my husband shares me with. The more details I include the better she likes it.

"He wasn't huge, but he knew how to use what he has. He was probably around 8 inches long and fairly thick. He filled my mouth nicely with some left over. His cock had a slight curve upwards. It rubbed against my g-spot perfectly. He had what I consider a very handsome cock. He's circumcised and his cock is crisscrossed with thick veins. It seemed like he was hard most of the time starting with when he picked me up."

I could hear Rita breathing and was pretty sure I knew what she was doing. "Where are your fingers right now?"

"That's a stupid question, especially coming from you. Keep going, tell me more."

"There isn't much else to say. He fucked me hard, just the way I like it best, this morning after we woke up."

Her voice sounded like she was a little breathless as she said, "Yea, I know that's how you like it."

"You do know me. It felt great."

I switched from talking about Clifford to talking about what she was doing. "Rub your little clit with the tips of your fingers. Make it feel good. You should have been over here and seen Paul when I got home. He went wild. He just finished fucking me an hour or so ago. Paul's cum is still inside me. Would you like to put your fingers inside me and feel his cum?"

"Oh FUCK Baby! I'm cumming!"

Rita also loves phone sex, but in reality she loves anything that has anything to do with sex. I think she might be into some really kinky stuff that is even beyond what she has told me.

When she came back on the phone and had calmed down I asked, "Where is that stud you are married to? Why isn't he taking care of you?"

"He had to go to the office for some last minute changes to the blueprints for a client who keeps changing things in the house he's designing for her."

"That's a bummer," I said.

"Yea, and she doesn't even seem to mind every time she makes a change the cost goes up."

"Have I told you lately how much Paul and I love the house you guys gave us?"

I heard her laughing then say, "Only two or three times a week. Honey we were happier about being able to give that to the two of you than you were to receive it. It makes us very happy to have you so close and see you enjoy the house. Now tell me was Clifford as good as you thought he might be?"

"Yes, he was great. He was such a gentleman and he took me to a place I've never been for dinner. It was very romantic. I will have to tell Alan about it so he can take you there."

Epilogue (Lisa)

Monday morning as Paul was leaving I told him my mother was coming over and we were going over to see Rita. He told me to have fun and remember what happens so I could tell him all about it.

Before Mom arrived I found a red bikini top that matched the red c-string Ben had bought me. I had them on when Mom rang the door chime. Answering the door she said, "Baby, you are smoking hot."

"Ben bought me six of these in different colors and fabrics."

"You must tell me all about your trip to Colorado."

"I'll do that and I met a guy on the plane. Paul has already shared me with him."

"You already have me excited."

I got my things and we walked over to Rita's. She directed us to a pitcher of Margaritas then led us out by the pool. We were sitting there talking when Mom asked, "What do you suppose Paul has in mind for you next?"

I said, "I've quit trying to figure him out. All I can do is keep myself in shape and be prepared the next time he tells me to be ready at 5:30 on a Friday evening."

Mom gave Rita a smile and I wondered if she knew something she was not sharing with me. I knew better than press the issue, knowing I would get no answers from her and besides that the surprise of not knowing who would be standing in the doorway when I opened the door was what made our lifestyle so much fun.

What I know for sure is I'm a very lucky girl and I make my husband happy he asked me to marry him. With all the unhappy and loveless marriages, it's hard to believe I found a man I could be so happy with. Paul mentioned he has a conference coming up in December. I can't help but wonder what my father-in-law might come up with for us to do when Paul tells his father he will be sharing me with him once again.