They then lay together quietly for a few minutes until she giggled, “Mister, you’re not too bad in the sack. Are you a one and done kinda guy or can we anticipate more tonight?”

“Trust me, you are so sexy that I can promise you more fun,” he said as he gently stroked her back. A few more minutes later he gently asked if she had any particular desires and she responded that she really liked his tongue.

“Trust me, I liked it when we were screwing, but your tongue is a real gem. You might like my tongue, too. Interested?”

“Absolutely.”

“Interested in sixty-nine?”

Anthony had not engaged in sixty-nine since being with Lauren. She always felt that she couldn’t concentrate on both giving and receiving oral sex as the same time. She loved giving head, but not when he was trying to stimulate her. But now Sammi was offering something that Anthony had been missing for years. He was silently thrilled.

“Absolutely. I keep saying ‘absolutely,’ don’t I?”

“I figure the only way to keep you from saying it again is to get your mouth full of my lady bits. Here, let me turn around.”

For the next fifteen or so minutes they stimulated each other with licks, sucks and kisses until Sammi climaxed wildly as she held his cock just next to her cheek. Immediately upon finishing she turned her attention back to him and succeeded in bringing him to the edge and holding him there for what seemed like an eternity before she took him deeply in her mouth and swallowed vigorously as he came.

After a few minutes she turned back around and stretched out, lying on his front with her mouth tucked in his neck. They rested together with him gently stroking her back and she rubbed his chest. Neither seemed too sleepy as they lay there. Eventually she cleared her throat and asked, “You’re married, aren’t you?”

Anthony startled a bit and waited a few seconds before answering softly that he was. “Why do you ask?”

“I just thought so, that’s all. I am too, you know.”

“Oh.”

“Before you think I’m a bad woman or a slut, you need to know something. I have a wonderful family. Two kids, six and four. My husband is devoted to me, I know he loves me. And I love him. But I have come to the realization that he has a mild form autism. He is very reserved, very shy and has trouble emotionally connecting with others. It seems to be getting worse as he gets older. He works at home and makes a ton of money doing web design for large corporations but he almost never gets out, except to take the kids to school or such. He is very sweet and doting, but our sex life, well, I don’t think he has much drive at all. It consists of basic missionary once a week or so, if I’m lucky.”

“I see. Must be kinda tough.”

“You have no idea. Anyway, a couple of years ago my boss offered me a new position that involves quite a bit of traveling. I’m gone for two to four days every few months. On one trip I had a bit too much to drink and I ended up sleeping with a guy. It was a wild and crazy night but when I woke up the next morning, I felt guilty as sin. I ran from his room and went back to mine and cried for hours until I fell asleep. Once I woke up, I had a heart-to-heart talk with myself. I realized that I was a woman with certain needs that my dear husband, who I love very, very much, cannot provide. I then decided that I would have my sex on my terms on the trips, but at home I’d have the comfort and stability that my husband offers.”

“Does he know?”

“No, I don’t think so. He has certainly never asked. His condition prevents him from reading emotions at all well and from even realizing that I have needs that he can’t satisfy. So, I am very careful, I don’t get emotionally involved, I arrange to call him often so that he won’t worry, you know, things like that.

“I hope you are not offended that I basically used you,” she went on.

“No, I wasn’t. You’d be surprised to hear my story.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. My wife, well, she knows. I mean, she doesn’t know that at this very minute I’m in bed with you, she doesn’t even know that I’ve met someone. But she recently approached me to open up our marriage a bit. She really wants to have a little variety and proposed that we allow each other…”

“Basically, you guys allow each other to screw around?”

“Well, it isn’t quite so… What I mean is we have set up some rules and guidelines and we are each allowed to sleep with another person twice a year. But we can’t repeat and we have to do it on trips away from our home community. This was my first time.”

“I thought so. I had to take the first steps and lead you the whole night until we got to this room.”

“Sammi, I can’t imagine having a better person than you to start this phase of my life. I want to thank you. I was really emotionally torn about it, but you seemed to have made it, (how do I want to phrase it?), uh, more comfortable. That’s it: comfortable.”

“Well, I ought to thank you, too. You really turned me on. I had fun. Think we can do this again tomorrow night?”

“Sure, but it’s my turn to treat for dinner.”

With that they let their conversation move to other topics as they slowly drifted asleep. In the morning she quickly got up, pulled on a sweat suit from her tote bag and made her way back to her room. Anthony showered and got ready for the day. They happened to meet in the continental breakfast buffet line, sat together for their meal and chatted about the convention. Just as they were ready to get up, she leaned over to him and whispered, “I’ll come to your room at six thirty, that is, if I’m invited.”

“Sure. We’ll hit a nice restaurant and I’d love to see you back in my room after that. Can’t wait,” he smiled at her. After a busy day he was able to get up to the room by six, grab a quick shower and make reservations at a nearby bistro. He then called Lauren. They chatted for a few minutes about the meeting and an issue at her work. After a few minutes there was a bit of an awkward pause and then she asked him if he was having any fun. He didn’t really answer and told her that they’d talk about things when he got home and that he loved her. When she hung up Anthony could hear a smile in her voice.

When Sammi arrived, she looked fabulous. She had a tight skirt and a thin blouse that one could practically see through and it was obvious she had no bra. Her breasts swayed and the nipples teased him as she approached him. She dropped off her tote bag and they shared a deep, sensual kiss before they left for the short walk to the bistro. There they shared their entrees and each had a couple of drinks. They walked back to the hotel holding hands and laughing at jokes and telling personal stories.

Up in his room Sammi excused herself to the bathroom while he made the bed ready. She returned wearing a long, fluffy hotel robe tied loosely at the waist and which showed a lot of promise as her breasts were barely concealed. He excused himself, brushed his teeth and hurried back to the room. Sammi, stretched out on the bed, was reading the hotel travel magazine. She looked up at him, smiled and asked, “Coming to bed, Tony?”

“How can I refuse? You look lovely,” he responded as he sat down next to her. They began to kiss slowly and deeply and he slid his hand under her robe to tease her nipples. She seemed to enjoy the attention and reached down to unzip his slacks.

“We’ve gotta get you undressed. Here, let me,” she whispered as she gently pushed him back down on the bed. After pulling his slacks and boxers off she began to gently rub his erection. “Hmm, just as nice as I remembered. Now what should I do with this fellow?”

“Condom first, then I’ll let you be in charge.” He slipped one on and looked at her with a sly grin on his face.

“I want to be on top. OK?” she asked as she rose up over him and, while facing his feet, let herself slide down on his cock. Anthony loved this position. He got that deep penetration that one gets with doggie style but he was able to relax and let her dictate the pace. She was bent over on her elbows as she slowly slid up and down. As her pace increased, she sat up a bit more and he could see her using her right hand to stimulate herself. She went up and down and even tried some circular motion. This went on and on and eventually she seemed to have trouble having an orgasm.

“I get so close,” she whispered, “Then I lose it. Are you OK, Tony?”

“I’m fine, can I do anything to help?”

“No, let me try it again,” she said as she started to plunge on his cock. He was watching her and rubbing her wonderful cheeks when her puckered rose caught his eye. He reached into his mouth, collected a lot of saliva and put it on his thumb. Gently he moved the thumb between her cheeks and applied some pressure with the flat of the thumb right on her anus.

“Oh, God, that feels good, keep doing it.”

He rubbed the thumb harder and harder over the opening which seemed to stimulate her more and more.

“Ooh, so good…go ahead and put it in me.”

Suddenly with one of her down thrusts he pointed his thumb right at her and it slipped in. He had never done this in the past and the one time he suggested it to Lauren, she shot down the idea.

“Push it in and out a little…That’s it…”

It was an odd sensation for Anthony to feel his own cock through the thin wall between her rectum and vagina. This pressure also stimulated him a bit more. Fairly soon after he’d put the thumb in her she started moaning loudly and her whole body shook as she went over the edge and had what appeared to be a huge orgasm. Seeing her release sent him tumbling over the edge, as well.

They lay there quietly for several minutes while catching their breaths. She eventually pulled herself forward and off his cock and he withdrew his thumb. She turned around and stretched over him, kissing him deeply and caressing his chest and arms.

“That was amazing, simply amazing,” she said softly.

“Um-hmm, it was. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Watching you come was so exciting that I lost it too.” After a few minutes of silence, he asked, “Have you ever done that before?”

“Once a long time ago, but I don’t remember it being so fantastic. I’ve never done full anal sex. I don’t think I could handle something so big. This hit all the right buttons without any pain. Wow.

“Have you ever done any anal stuff yourself?” she went on.

“No, can’t say that I have. I may have to consider it in the future. Look, I really should wash my hand so if you’ll excuse me for a second.”

When he came back to bed Sammi was sitting up smiling at him and his half-hard on. “Looks like you could go another round.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“How about a good old-fashioned blow job? You just lie down here and let me be in control. OK?”

“Oh, if you insist,” he chuckled. With that she began to go down on him. She was able to take most of him into her mouth without trouble. She swirled around his head with her tongue, rubbed his cock up and down with her hand and applied suction. He rapidly approached orgasm and just when he thought he might come she slowed down, squeezed at his base and waited until the pressure eased. Then she started all over again. Time after time he thought he would be allowed to come, only to be thwarted. Finally, he groaned and begged until she let him have the long-awaited orgasm.

After a minute of gentle stroking and licking she raised her head and asked, “Like it?”

“I was ready to strangle you if you hadn’t let me come,” he laughed. “Yes, very nice. What about you? Want me to return the favor?”

“No thanks, Tony. That episode earlier was more than enough for me for tonight. I would like to spend the night with you again, if that’d be OK with you.”

“Of course. Here snuggle up.” She slid up next to him and rested her head on his chest as he gently stroked her back and butt.

“This has been a wonderful two nights, Tony. This is just what I need to keep me going for the next few months. Thank you. I just hope it was the right thing for your situation.”

“Oh, it has been. Thank you.”

“Do you feel better about your arrangement with your wife?”

“I guess I do. The real question is how will I react when she goes on her trips. I know it’s only fair, but somehow…”

“Tony, you have to consider this is just feeding a hunger, like eating. You love her, she loves you. See, she’ll be there for you when she gets home, I’m sure. The fact that she was open about it and didn’t sneak around behind your back tells me you two have a good thing going. I just wish my situation could be as open as yours. But I’ve made my decision to keep this private and I’ll just have to live with that.

“Let’s have a drink to celebrate your new lifestyle. What’s in the fridge?” she added

They agreed to each having a mini-bottle of wine. They poured it into the glasses from the bathroom and before they drank, she spoke, “I want to toast to you and the wonderful time that we’ve had together. Thank you.”

“And I want to thank you, as well. To us and to our spouses.”

After they had the wine they cleaned up in the bathroom and then slipped nude between the covers and snuggled until sleep overtook them. In the morning Sammi slipped on her sweat suit while mentioning that it kept her from wearing her nice dress and suffering the ‘walk of shame’ when she left to go back to her room.

“How about tonight? Could we get together again?” asked Anthony hopefully.

“Tony, I’m going to be honest here. Three nights would be too many. I’ve had fun. You’re a sweet, sweet guy. I don’t want to run the risk of getting emotionally involved with you. And I don’t think you and your wife want that either. I’d better go, but thanks for the offer. Really, I mean it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

She reached over to him and gave him a warm, sensual kiss and as she turned away, he noticed a tear slipping down from her right eye. He held on to her a bit longer and spoke into her hair. “I want to thank you, as well. I do feel we’ve made a connection, however fleeting and I’ll never forget you. Now go home to your family and your husband, who I hope realizes what a great woman you are. Bye, Sammi.”

She turned away from him, gently opened the door and looked back at him briefly with a slightly sad face before she closed it quietly behind her. Anthony stood there staring at the closed door. He missed her already and knew that it would be hard to forget her. Then he suddenly realized that he could have easily formed an emotional bond with her and the thought scared him. He had promised Lauren that this was to be just sexual activity without emotional involvement. If they continued with this program, he would have to be very careful to avoid any deep emotional connections in the future.

The rest of his day was reasonably busy and he made numerous connections, sold a lot of the product to new customers and made a lot of money for his company. He was pleased with the results and when he finished up around five pm, he realized he could still catch a late flight home. Once his flight was booked, he called Lauren and told her he’d be home later that night and not in the morning as he had planned.

“Oh, Honey, that’s great. I’ve missed you. Wake me when you get in, OK?”

“Sure, see you in several hours, Laur. Hey, I love you.”

“I know, I know and I love you too.”

While he was gone Lauren had kept herself as busy as possible. On Thursday and Friday, she tackled as many work projects as she could, figuring she wouldn’t worry about Tony so much. The evenings were more difficult to handle. On Thursday evening she tried to watch her favorite series on Netflix but that didn’t distract her very much. Finally, she sat down with a glass of wine and allowed herself to think and worry about him. She wondered if he was going to go for an SE or not, and if so, would he be successful. His phone call did not give any clues and she was glad she had told him to “have fun.”

On Friday evening his call was a bit more promising. He avoided her question and said they’d talk when he got home. That meant that he might be involved with someone, she thought. She felt a surge of happiness at this and was grinning when she hung up. Then the worrying set in. Would he be happy? Would he want to try this again? Would he still want her to participate? Would he follow the rules, the main one, in her opinion, being not to get emotionally involved? She knew that he fell rapidly in love with her years ago after they had dated only a few times. She worried that he might connect too easily emotionally with someone during his SE.

Fortunately, on Friday she had scheduled a girls-night-out with two of her best friends. When they asked what the occasion was, she responded only that Tony was gone and she wanted to catch up with her friends. They kept her mind occupied until she went home. Once there she was tempted to call him but realized they had already had their conversation and, if he was involved with another woman, Lauren didn’t want to interrupt them.

On Saturday she decided to work most of the day by telecommuting and keeping her mind busy. Right after she wrapped things up and was part way through her first glass of wine Tony had called her. She was elated that he had done so well with the business and even more elated when he told her he was coming in late that night. He seemed a bit subdued but very definitely made a point of telling her that he loved her. She could hardly wait until he showed up.

It was just after midnight when she heard his key in the lock. She jumped up and wearing nothing but her teddy, she ran to greet him. He looked exhausted but grinned when he saw her. They wrapped their arms around each other and held tight for more than a minute. He started to kiss her on the head which she turned to the side, letting him kiss her neck. As he did, he whispered in her ear, “I love you so much. I know you are dying to hear, so I’ll tell you right out: Your husband was involved in an SE.”

“How did it go?”

“Honey, it was OK. It will take a bit of getting used to, but I could see myself doing this again.”

“Do you want to tell me anything about it?” she asked with true interest.

“I think our rule was to not talk about it and I kinda don’t want to talk right now. I will say I followed all the rules. Now let’s hit the sack. I’m beat. I love you so very much.”

“Oh, you don’t know how much I love you. Night sweetheart.”

Due to all the stress from their days apart they fell asleep almost immediately after they went to bed. In the morning Anthony woke up with a raging hardon that was being licked and sucked by an enthusiastic Lauren. She went up and down, applied suction and just the right amount of pressure.

“You keep that up and I’ll blow for sure” he said.

“Oh, nice to see you’re awake, Honey. Now I’m going to use this thing until I’m satisfied.” With that she crawled over him and quickly slid down on his cock. She vigorously plunged up and down, banging their pubic bones together until she started to wildly orgasm. She screamed out his name over and over as waves of intense pleasure ran through her body and he came just as she was finishing. Finally, still breathing heavily, she collapsed down onto his chest. After lightly kissing it she rose up and said, “See what can happen when you come home?”

“Yes, I do. And I’m so glad to be here, Laur. In spite of everything, I did miss you, you know.”

“That’s so sweet. Thank you. Now I want to talk just a tiny bit about our situation. Now we won’t talk details, but you did say you had an SE. So now we need to decide where we go from here.”

“Well, I thought we agreed that if everything was still OK after my first time that you’d get a chance. So, you get a chance. You’ve got some trips coming up and I fully expect you’ll take advantage. Questions?”

“Do you think you’ll be OK when I’m gone?”

“I won’t lie and say it won’t bother me at all, but I want you to have your chance. After that we’ll need to figure out if we want to continue. Now, could we please get some coffee and breakfast? I’m starving,” he laughed.

—–

For the next four weeks their sexual appetites were nearly insatiable. He was particularly horny thinking about Sammi and Lauren was horny wondering about his SE as well as anticipating hers. Near the end of those four weeks her next trip was scheduled. She would be going to work at her business’ headquarters for a day and a half and would stay at her hotel for two nights. As the time drew near, she noted Anthony seemed to be getting a bit more withdrawn. On the morning she was scheduled to leave he came to her and, with a slightly pained smile, dropped a package of condoms in her suitcase.

“Thank you, Honey. I won’t forget them. Hey, are you OK?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s still going to be hard for me to imagine you doing it with someone else. I know I did, but…”

“Just remember that you had your SE and I was here alone. And I happen to think that our sex life has improved phenomenally since then. Who knows what might happen when I get back?”

“You’re right about the past few weeks,” he admitted.

“And please remember, Tony, I do love you, I’ll be back and our marriage will be as strong, if not stronger, than ever,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll leave this afternoon, work all day tomorrow and half of Friday. I’ll be home Friday evening, OK?”

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t forget to call me, please.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. I think I’ll just Uber it to the airport.”

“OK, I really need to get to work myself. I’ll pick you up Friday, OK?”

“Sure, Honey. And don’t worry. Please. I’ll be back, just like you came back.”

Half an hour later she kissed him goodbye and left in her Uber.

—–

Her flight was uneventful but she was exhausted when she arrived at her hotel. She decided it was in part due to her worrying about her husband and how he would do through the next few days. At one point she even thought that she might even forgo trying for an SE but decided that would only postpone things and drag out his anxiety. Even so, she was so tired that she had a quick bite to eat and a glass of wine in the hotel’s dining room and went upstairs to go to bed.

She called Anthony and chatted with him briefly. She yawned a bit during the call and admitted she was exhausted and was going to bed. They said their good-byes and she broke the connection and tumbled into bed.

The next day she was up early, showered, ate a quick breakfast and went over to her company’s headquarters. There she worked furiously until about four pm and then called it a day, telling them she’d be back by nine the next morning. Back at her room she called Tony just to chat and tell him about her day. At one point the conversation stalled and then he cleared his throat and said, “Remember, Hon, I love you and I want you to have fun, just like you told me.”

“Thank you for the encouragement, Sweetheart. I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow evening at the airport, OK?”

“Yep, see you then!”

Lauren then went to have a quick shower. She then put on a fairly slinky dress that emphasized her modest breasts and clung to her hips. She tucked her keycard into her bra on the outside of her breast as she liked to go without a purse if at all possible. After that she put on some pumps with moderate heels that emphasized her calves and let herself out of the room.

In the dining room she had a light meal charged to her room and then strolled over to the bar. There was a solo guitarist over in the corner strumming classical music. She went up to the bar and ordered a glass of wine and chatted a bit with the female bartender. She looked around the bar only to see a few people, mostly in pairs. After her wine she asked for a seltzer with a twist. She was sipping on it when she was suddenly aware of a man sitting down next to her. He appeared to be a bit intoxicated and slurred his words slightly.

“Hey, Babe, can I git cha another drink?”

“I can’t believe he used ‘Babe’ with a total stranger,” she thought to herself. Responding to him she said, “No thank you. I’m good.”

“Well, if I can’t buy you a drink, can I ask how much you charge?”

Her words came out terse and biting. “Listen, I’m here just to enjoy a drink or two before I go back to MY room. I don’t want your drink, I don’t want your attention and I damn well don’t want you anywhere near me. Understand?”

“No need to be such a bitch about it,” he muttered under his breath as he stood up and left.

That little episode nearly ruined her mood for the evening. She was just about to leave when the barkeeper sidled up to her and said, “There’s a nice gentleman at the other end of the bar who wanted me to ask if he could buy you a drink. I told him probably not, seeing how you told that other guy off, but he requested I pass on the invite anyway.”

She looked down the bar and saw a slightly older man, who was very well-dressed, nod at her with a friendly smile. He looked interesting so she smiled, mouthed ‘Thank you’ and ordered another glass of wine. Once it arrived, she slid off the barstool and walked towards him. She knew she was being closely watched so she tried to walk regally but at the same time seductively. Once there she took the stool next to him.

“Why me?”

“I was watching that drunk try to pick you up and I was glad he failed. You look to be way out of his league so I thought I’d let you know not all men are like him.”

“That bastard. When I turned him down, he wanted to know how much I charge!”

He chuckled. “Men like him can only get it if they pay for it. Anyway, I’m Joseph, go by Joe,” he said as he put his hand out. As she took it to shake, he gently pulled it up and placed a tiny, chaste kiss on the back.

“Well, I’m honored. Thank you. I’m Lauren.”

“Do you go by Laurie?”

“Oh, God, no. I quit using that name when I was still a kid, which was quite a long time ago.”

“Not as long ago as for me, I’m afraid.”

They then spent the next twenty minutes or so chatting a bit, getting to know each other more. During the conversation she found herself thinking he might be worth taking upstairs. He seemed about ten years older than her, but he was quite handsome. He had a broad smile, some slight graying at the temples and was clean shaven. Although there might have been just a tiny bit of extra weight above his belt, he appeared to be in shape otherwise. All in all, she thought he was quite attractive and he clearly was attracted to her. As they talked, she would give him little signs of her interest: touching his arm and brushing off imaginary lint from his shoulder.

Eventually he turned to her and asked, “Is there any chance we could go up to one of our rooms and get better acquainted?”

“I thought you’d never ask and yes, I’d love to.” He dropped a wad of cash on the bar and escorted her from the room. As they went towards the elevator she said, “A bit of housekeeping, please. Condom?”

“I’ve got it covered,” he chuckled, “No pun intended.”

“Then let’s go to your room, if you don’t mind.”

In the elevator she leaned over to him and slipped her arm around him as he draped his over her shoulders. “Watch it, you’re on Candid Camera,” he whispered and pointed to the security camera in the corner.

“What?” she teased. “You don’t want to give them a show?”

Once they got to his room, he escorted her in. He actually had a nice suite with an anteroom which had a couch, small table and a couple of chairs, along with a TV and a small computer work station. Through the open door she could see the king-sized bed and an entrance to the bathroom.

“Mind if I freshen up?”

“By all means, go ahead,” he responded.

After she came back into the main room, she sat down on the couch next to him. He reached around her and pulled her close. Slowly and gently he brought his lips to hers. He delicately teased her lips open with his tongue but did not aggressively invade her mouth. She really liked that he was being gentle, like a lover should be. Gradually she began to feel the glow of excitement, fullness in her pelvis and moisture below. She was starting to feel quite horny but appreciated that he appeared to be in no rush.

After a bit he let his hand slide over her breasts and stimulated her nipples. At one point he asked, “What is this?”

“Oh, my key card. Didn’t want to carry a purse. Here, let me remove it.”

“No, why not let me?” he murmured as he reached behind her to slowly let her zipper down. The dress was pulled forward until it draped at her waist and he smiled at her. “You are truly a beautiful woman. I’m honored to be here with you tonight.”

Eventually she stood up, let her dress slip to the floor, pulled off her pumps and stood before him in her skimpy bra and thong. She reached out to him, took his hand and lead him to the bed where she turned around and started to undo his shirt and then his pants. Once he was down to his shorts, he gently pushed her down to the bed. Again, he gave her gentle, soft kisses on her mouth and then down to her neck and breasts. The bra came off and the keycard was tossed on the floor. He then lavished attention on her nipples until she was moaning with desire. She tried to get him to move lower but he persisted stimulating her breasts. Suddenly she found herself starting to rise towards an orgasm. She couldn’t believe it; she’d never done this before! He started to apply more suction and pressure on her nipples until suddenly she came, moaning and crying out. Once she relaxed, he eased off the sucking and started to gently kiss her instead.

As her mind cleared, she reached down and pulled at his shorts and felt his lovely erection. She grabbed a condom and helped him put it on and then slipped her thong off. He stretched out beside her and caressed and stroked her slowly and lovingly. She teased him and then pushed him back and then crawled on top. Sliding down on him gave her that full sensation that she loved, so she started to slide up and down, breasts swaying gently before him. His hands stroked her nipples as she drove her clit towards his pubis, stimulating her once again.

Soft sighs and the squishing of wet sex were the only sounds heard until she became more and more excited. She knew she was going to come once more and found her mind concentrating on that wonderful tingling in her pelvis. Suddenly with a loud calling out she climaxed again and before she stopped, she had another, milder climax. She was vaguely aware he had also orgasmed and so she leaned down over him and rested on his chest.

“Mmm. Nice,” she murmured.

“Yes,” he whispered back. “I must have done something right to have met such a lovely lady.”

“You were there to help me recover from that asshole. That gets you a merit badge any day. Plus, you got two more in here. You’re well on your way to an Eagle,” she laughed.

She then got off and stretched beside him as he disposed of the condom. She let her hand lovingly caress his sparsely-haired chest as she kissed his neck. After a few minutes he asked, “Who’s Tony?”

Startled, she sat up part way. “No way, I didn’t!”

“Lauren, I certainly didn’t make it up. Don’t be embarrassed. Who is he?”

She lay back down next to him and answered, “The love of my life. He’s my husband.”

“Now that’s interesting. And what are you doing here with me?”

“I won’t go into great detail, but we have a little arrangement. Each of us is allowed to go outside the marriage occasionally. It was actually my idea. I had hoped it would provide each of us a little variety and sexual tension that is missing in a routine relationship.”

“Has it worked?”

“Well, I think so. We’re still pretty new at this. But one thing is for certain: Sex with him has been dramatically better since we even started talking about it. As long as we avoid emotional entanglements, this may be the best thing for us.”

“Hmm. I should be honored that I was a part of this. I only wish my marriage had survived, then maybe she and I could have tried something like you’re doing.”

A few minutes later he went on, “Stay with me tonight?”

“Oh, Joe, you are a very nice and sexy man, and I thank you. But I’d best be going. I have to get up real early to go to work tomorrow and if I stayed here, I’d be tempted to stay up too late, well, you know…”

She reached over to him, gave him a sensual kiss and rose up off the bed. She slid over to the bathroom for a few minutes, then came back and started to put on her clothes.

“You know, I think it’s just as sexy to watch a woman dress as it is to watch her undress. You are a truly beautiful woman in so many ways. I’m glad to have met you and I’ll remember this night forever.”

“Me, too, Joe. Thank you for a most wonderful time. I’ll show myself out. Good night.”

She hurried down two flights to her room, had a quick shower and drank a small bottle of wine from the room’s refreshment center. She relaxed in her bed and thought about her time with Joe as well as how she and her husband would proceed from here. She had very much enjoyed herself with Joe and even had a new sexual experience with him. This was just the kind of thing that she had wanted when she brought the idea up with Anthony. She decided that she’d like to continue having these SEs occasionally, if Anthony would agree. He had been pretty closed-lipped about his experience but their sex life afterwards was dramatically improved, something she could only attribute to his experience. Once her wine was gone, she curled up and fell asleep.

—–

While she was gone Anthony had trouble relaxing. He kept thinking about her and what she might be doing. The first evening he knew she was tired and probably was not getting involved with anyone. However, it was extremely hard for him to tell her to ‘have fun’ when he spoke to her on the second evening. She never said anything to suggest she would or she wouldn’t, so he ended up stewing about it for most of the evening. He grabbed a burger from the nearest drive-through and once he was back home, he started drinking scotch and tried to take his mind off things by watching a movie. Eventually he felt rather drunk but at the same time was processing his feelings with clarity. He remembered his time with Sammi and how new and exciting it had been. He also remembered how he was excited to return home to Lauren. There had been a dramatic improvement in their sex life after his return, as well. Maybe, just maybe, Lauren’s time away with another man could do the same.

However, niggling in the back of his mind was the worry that she’d fall in love with another man, though he remembered her promise to avoid emotional attachments. And he kept having mental images of some other cock plunging into her. Finally, after midnight he collapsed into bed. On Friday morning he called in sick and spent most of the day puttering around in his shop. He was able to finally relax after she texted him that her flight was on time and she was looking forward to getting home.

—–

When she returned, Anthony was there to meet her just beyond the security gate. She looked ravishing in her business skirt and blouse and looked like a woman in charge of her life. He had a bunch of roses for her in his hand and wrapped her up in a huge hug. After bending down to her ear he whispered, “I love you so much, Laur, you just have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do, Tony. Come on, please take me home.”

In the car they chatted briefly about her work at the headquarters and he told her he’d skipped a day of work. When asked why he sheepishly admitted he had a bit of a hangover.

“Oh, drank a bit too much, did you? Worried about me? About us?”

“Laur, well… yes, I did. I know it’s not fair for me to have had an SE and then feel bad that you’re possibly having one. I still have to work on that a bit, no, I need to work on that a lot.”

“Tony,” she said as he drove towards home, “I did come back. I did have an SE, Honey, but I came back. I love you. It was like I said: a fling, an exciting event, but it wasn’t love. It was a physical release and that’s all.

“And,” she went on, “It makes me appreciate you all the more. Let’s get home and relax. I know I could use a foot massage. Are you still in the business of giving those out?”

“Yes, I am. For you I’d do anything.”

Back at their place and after a quick meal she plopped down on a couch and had a glass of wine while he gently massaged her feet. There was something about a foot massage that felt wonderfully good to her. It could ease tension almost as well as a neck massage, but it also seemed to have more of an undertone of sensuality to it. Anthony rubbed her soles and then in between her toes as she moaned in pleasure. As she relaxed, he gently rubbed his hands up to her calves and eventually along her thighs. She let her thighs sag open a bit and he continued to massage all the way to her panties.

“You promising something, Mr. Masseur?”

“Maybe. Interested?”

“You know that I am. Feel that. I’m dripping wet.” Indeed, she was and his fingers rubbed up to her clit and within seconds she started to call out in the throes of a quick, wild orgasm. She had barely stopped when he pulled his pants and boxers to his knees, pushed her skirt up and the panties over to one side and plunged into her, pumping in and out vigorously. She continued to climax over and over and he finally came deep in her before collapsing over her. As they caught their breath she reached up and kissed him gently on the neck.

“Now that’s the kind of ‘Welcome home’ a girl likes to have. Thank you, Honey,” she said with her eyes glistening with tears.

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine. I’m so glad you came home and I’m so glad you’re my wife.” With that he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where they collapsed in utter exhaustion.

They woke up at the same time the next morning and looked in each other’s eyes before their lips slowly met. What followed was a gentle love making that involved light touches, caresses, little nibbles and murmurs of love. The tenderness reaffirmed their love for each other just as the sex the night before reaffirmed their carnal delight in each other. After a few hours of soft loving they rose to meet the day feeling stronger about their love and their marriage than ever before.

Much like after his SE, they had a dramatic improvement in their love life. The frequency, passion, playfulness and experimentation all increased. It was like when they were newly intimate right after they had met, but even more adventurous and fun.

—–

After her first SE, they agreed that they would continue their program as they had planned. They each had one more SE later during the year. On the next Valentine’s Day, they treated themselves with a trip to Hawaii. One day while sunning on a secluded beach, Lauren brought up their SE situation.

“Honey, you know it’s been a year since we started our SEs. And I want you to know you really showed me how much you love me, letting me have some sexual variety. It was the best Valentine’s gift I could ask for.”

“Sure, Laur, it has been an interesting year, though I still find it really weird that we’re talking about sex with others on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” she chuckled. Then more seriously she went on, “We’ve each had two SEs, so I think we need to review things. OK?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

With that they had a long, comfortable discussion about their situation. They agreed that the SEs had generally had given their sex lives a great boost. They even talked about increasing the number of SEs, but agreed that they would be happiest with just the two per year. Any more could overwhelm their life together. They reaffirmed their agreement that either one could stop the whole program at any time, no questions asked, and they decided to keep the rules the same. And finally, they agreed to make every Valentine’s Day the time to review and discuss their program.

By the fifth year of their monogamish life style, Lauren and Tony were extremely comfortable with their situation. When one was away, the other rested comfortably knowing that their spouse would be home soon and usually with renewed sexual energy. And at no time did either let emotional bonds develop with their SEs. Occasionally new sexual twists that they had experienced were added to their own bedroom activities. Most importantly, both their love for each other and the strength of their relationship continued to increase as time went on.

They never told anyone about their arrangement, however friends and family were constantly commenting about how strong their relationship appeared to be. Whenever someone asked them what the key to their success was, they would look innocent, smile slyly and merely say, “We’re still crazy in love. We trust each other fully. And the sex is great. What else is there?”

This story has been rewritten and is being reposted.

It explores modern relationships and features two fictional characters. There is passing mention of a “sex columnist up in Seattle” who is not fictional and is none other than Dan Savage. He popularized the key phrase “monogamish” and describes it as “mostly monogamous with a little squish around the edges.” Various people define the limits (or squish) of their monogamish relationships differently and this just is just one example of how a couple might define theirs.

That being said, if you do not prefer to read a story about alternative forms of marriage, please move on to one of the many other excellent stories on this site.

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“Honey,” asked Tony around the first of February, “What would you really like to get for Valentine’s? Flowers? Chocolates? Jewelry?”

“No, I’ll never get tired of those, but,” Lauren paused for a few seconds, “Seeing as how it’s our eighth Valentine’s Day together, I’d like to ask you for another and more special present.”

“Oh, what’s that?” he asked.

“It’s important and we really do need to sit down and have an honest talk about our relationship.”

“Uh, OK? Are we having problems that I don’t know about?”

“No, Tony, we’re definitely good. But I’d like to figure out ways we can make things even better.”

“‘Better’ would be worth considering, I guess. I thought we already had a pretty nice relationship…”

“Oh, Honey, we do, we really do…It’s a great one,” she reassured him as she gave him a big hug and a warm kiss.

“I’m afraid there is a ‘but’ at the end of what you just said,” he suggested. “OK, let’s talk. Our evening’s free, let’s turn off the phones and I’ll get us a bottle of wine. White or red?”

“White, please,” she responded as she slipped over to the loveseat and sat on one end. He returned with an opened bottle of Chardonnay and two wine glasses. He then sat next to her, poured out the wine and held out his glass for a toast.

“To us.”

“To us,” she toasted back.

After each had a few swallows, he held her hand and asked, “OK, so what’s on your mind?”

“Now, Tony, you wanted to know what I would like for Valentine’s. I have a big, big request. Now, please hear me out. Don’t rush to judgement or anything. I love you. I love you very much and I very much want to stay married to you. So, if anything I say makes you doubt that, please, please, PLEASE tell me immediately. I’ll slow down, stop or whatever it takes to reassure you. OK?”

By now, in spite of her reassurances, Anthony was getting worried. “What the Hell is going on?” he wondered to himself. He had considered himself happily married to Lauren for over six years. They were both successful in their careers and neither was particularly interested in having children. “Maybe that’s it,” he thought to himself, “She wants kids.”

“OK, so I want to talk about our sex lives,” she went on. “I kinda think we could do a little bit better…”

“Well, Hon, life and work do have a way of getting in the way of our sex lives, I guess. What are you thinking of?”

“Well, you know I’m a very sexual person, right? And I like variety, as you know. Lately it seems, uh, well, it seems…”

“Things have gotten boring?”

“No, not ‘boring,’ but ‘predictable’ is the word I would use. But I do want more excitement.”

“OK, like what are you thinking about? More kinky stuff?”

“Well, yeah, I suppose that would help some. But, Honey, do you ever miss the excitement of your single days? You know, wondering about the next girl you were going to take out and maybe fuck?”

“Well, yeah, there was that tension with any date. The biggest tension was usually wondering if there’d be any sex at all, quite frankly.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I usually knew if I’d be getting lucky, of course,” she laughed. “But my tension was wondering if the guy would be any good or not. You know it’s harder for a girl to enjoy sex with a new guy than the other way around.”

“Uh, huh. So, we both agree that dating was perhaps more exciting, in some respects, and in other respects not necessarily always successful.”

“But, do you ever miss it? That tension? That excitement?”

“Not much really, I guess. I enjoy us together…”

“Oh, Tony, I do too. You are the greatest guy in the sack, no doubt about it. But I have to admit that I kinda miss that sense of the unknown, at times, that is.”

“Well, do you want to explore some kinky stuff, maybe have me surprise you now and then? Or you me? Out of nowhere I could try something…”

“You know, that might help a little. But I’m not that much into big-time kink.”

“Then what are you asking? How do you get that tension you were talking about?”

“Well, uh, now hear me out, please. Tony, I do love you, really, I do and I don’t want to lose you. But maybe if we could go outside our marriage for that newness…”

“What? You want to screw someone else?!”

“Honey, I want you. I want to be your wife forever. But how can I, how can you, how can we get that sense of newness and variety within our marriage?”

“As much as it might be exciting, Laur, I’d have trouble knowing you were with someone else. Really, I would.”

“Even if you had the same opportunity? What if we both did it, on an occasional basis? We’d have limits, rules…”

“Shit, this is almost too much to consider and so sudden! You’ve been thinking about this for a while, obviously,” he said, with his voice rising.

“Yeah, I have. And Tony, I swear, I have done nothing wrong, I have stayed absolutely faithful. If we were to do anything like this, it’d have to be with both of us going into this together, heads held up high.”

“Hmm. That’s a whole shitload to think about.”

“Tony, can I ask you a really personal question? How many girls have you slept with? One to ten, eleven to twenty, more?”

“Eleven to twenty would be the best answer.”

“Me, too, guys, I mean. Now I wasn’t a slut…”

“I know that, Honey, and I never thought you were.”

“Well, thank you. But sex is part of who I am. And I kinda miss that tension, that unknown we were talkin’ about. Don’t you, even a little bit?”

“Not really, but if it were offered to me, I might reconsider,” he chuckled. “I do look at other women and sometimes wonder…”

“See, you might miss it just a little bit yourself.”

“Well, yeah, but it is something that I have put into the fantasy corner of my brain, not to be acted upon.”

“But what if you could? With my blessing? Would that hold any interest for you?”

“I’d have to say I’ve not thought about this at all. And if you were to do it, well, that I’d probably have a problem with.”

“Look, I’ve been nervous about having this conversation and have actually dreaded it for weeks. But I had to have it. Then you brought up Valentine’s presents and I figured that this would be a huge present, one we both could potentially enjoy. And I’m so happy you’ve been willing to listen and not get pissed off. Let’s just give ourselves some time to sleep on it and you think about it. How about another discussion in a week or so? OK?”

“Sure, sounds good.” With that he reached over to Lauren, slowly reached up to her PJ top and suddenly ripped it down to her waist.

“What the hell? That top cost me forty-two bucks.”

“Shut up, Lauren, I’m in charge and I don’t care about the cost,” he said as he picked her up and carried her, squealing loudly, to the bedroom.

“Put me down,” she laughed. “Unhand me this instant.”

“No fuckin’ way. You’re mine, tonight,” he said as he threw her onto their bed. After he climbed on top of her, finished tearing the top off her torso and pulling down her shorts, he stopped to look at her. She was a very attractive woman with dark, brunette hair that hung down below her shoulders and amazingly pale blue eyes. She was a tiny bit on the thin side but supported sexy, womanly curves. Her breasts were slightly smaller than average but were well shaped, firm and topped with the cutest little nipples imaginable. After admiring her he bent down and pushed her legs further apart and said, “I’m going to lick your pussy until you beg for me to stop.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” he answered as he bent down to her well-trimmed bush. He let his tongue slide up and down her crack and once he reached her clit she began to moan and thrash around. Two fingers went inside to stimulate her further. She grabbed his head, pulled it tight to her and she began to pant heavily, louder and louder until she was screaming as she came, over and over. After several orgasms she pushed him back, begging him to stop. Finally, with an evil gleam in his eye, he agreed to stop but then reminded her that he was still in charge.

“Keep those legs spread ’cause I’m in need of some release myself,” he growled. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her and he stroked in and out deeply and quickly. She began to moan again, her head was thrown back, her face and neck were flushed as she started to rise up for yet another orgasm. As she was climaxing, he plunged even deeper into her and finally released his sperm deep into her with a colossal orgasm that went from his pelvis through his entire body. He finally collapsed on her and after a few minutes he whispered into her ear, “Wow, you still are the best a guy could hope for, you know that, don’t you?”

“Oh, Sweetie, you’re the best, too.”

After a few minutes he added, “I promise to at least think about things and next weekend we can talk some more. OK?”

“Yeah, sure. Night, Honey. Sleep tight. And thanks for having your way with me. Was fun.”

“Um, hmm, it was,” he answered with a gentle kiss on her lips.

—–

During the next week there was a bit of nervous tension in the air. When they had sex, it seemed to be a bit wilder than usual, almost animalistic at times. The unspoken question about their future seemed to hang over them both in and out of the bedroom. One time he started to mention the issue and Lauren shushed him with a smile while holding her finger to his lips.

“Not now, Honey. You and I have a date this weekend, remember?”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just make sure to bring it up then.”

On Friday evening, while doing the dishes, she looked at him and smiled. “I do love you; you know.”

“I love you, too. Are you about ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, I am. I’ll bring the drinks tonight.”

They settled again on the love seat, opened the wine and again toasted to themselves.

“Look, Tony, I’ll just jump right in. I think we need a bit of variety in our sex lives and we need to get it in a reasonable, safe and respectful way. So, for a Valentine’s present for both of us, I’d like you and me to open up our marriage a little bit.”

“Yeah, that’s what you pretty much what you were talking about last week. So, assuming I were to agree, what would you specifically suggest? An open marriage?”

“No, that seems to be too much, kinda over the top. To me that says we’d be screwing around pretty much all the time. In this small, conservative, Midwest city I think an open marriage would be pretty much frowned upon. We certainly couldn’t keep it secret.”

“No, I agree. But how would we get around that?”

“Well, Honey, how about when we travel? You and I both go on business trips several times a year…”

“So, you’d think we could, you know…”

“Tony, let’s be open and blunt. I’ll suggest that only when we are traveling that we have each other’s permission to seek short-term sexual relations. Say, you’re at your annual convention and someone comes onto you, you could, guilt free, take her up on it. Feel free to take her to bed, you know.”

“And you’d be able to do the same when you’re on your trips, right?”

“Well, yeah, that’d be the idea.”

“And the one left at home, you or I, would know what was going on with the other one, right?”

“Uh-huh. I admit it might take some time to get used to the idea. I think I’d try to occupy my mind, maybe get together with my girlfriends for a night at the club, or something. I know it’d be harder for you to be at home alone…”

“Yeah, I think I’d be jealous or even go crazy thinking about you in bed with some other guy. I’d probably try to find something to distract me, maybe go to a game, or something.”

“I admit I’d be a tiny bit jealous thinking about you with some hottie, Tony, but if we both agreed to it, then it’d be fair and we could look forward to our next trip.”

“Do you know of anyone doing this, you know, any of your girlfriends?”

“No, I don’t, and I would never ever mention this to anyone, not even Anna, and you know how close we are. No, we can’t have anyone know about this.”

“What would the limits be? I mean, any rules?”

“Well, it so happens that there’s info on the net about this. There’s even a name for this, believe it or not.”

“What is it?”

“Monogamish. It means being monogamous but with an occasional episode on the side. What an ‘episode’ consists of is agreed to by both parties and is used to bring a bit of sexual excitement to the two. But the main thing is that they remain a couple and remain committed to each other.”

“Where did that term come from, anyway?”

“Oh, there’s a sex columnist up in Seattle who proposed the term. He says it works for him and his spouse. He’s gay, by the way, and he says they have a stronger relationship because of it.”

“What if one of us gets too attracted to the new person?”

“We just don’t let that happen. This is sex, pure and simple. It’s like eating, you’re just feeding a need. You’re eating a bowl of ice cream now and then, but your basic diet remains the same. This is for a sense of variety. We just have to remember that our main, our strong relationship is right here with us, right here in this house. You just don’t let yourself get emotionally involved.”

“OK, Laur, getting back to the rules. What would they be?”

“Well, Tony, what rules would you want to have, if you were in charge?”

“Well, the first one is easy. You stay on the pill and we both gotta use condoms at all times. No STDs or babies!”

“OK, I’d agree to that, for sure. Now, from my standpoint I’d want this to be a limited thing. No repeat performances. So, one and done.”

“Only one contact on a trip?” he asked.

“No, I mean no repeat contacts from time to time or year to year. That runs the risk of getting emotionally involved. You get a night or two with a person for the one trip, and that’s it. No repeating with that person later.”

“How many times a year are we talking about?”

“Well, we each go on our business trips several times a year, right? How about we agree to two episodes per year, even if we go on a third or fourth trip. That way we’d have the same opportunity,” she said, “And it would be even.”

“Lauren, you’re a fantastically sexy and attractive woman. I doubt you’d have any trouble finding someone at any time. Me, well, it’s harder for a guy to get lucky. I might need to try on every trip just to get to the two…” he paused.

“Two screws? What should we call these episodes, anyway?”

“How about ‘sexual episodes’ or SEs? An episode would be when one of us had sexual relations with someone on one trip, no matter how many times we did it.”

“OK, ‘SE’ it is and it’ll be our private code for what we are doing. Now, where were we? Oh, you were wondering if you could try more often, if needed, to get to the two SEs. I’m good with that. Hey, I might not get lucky either, so we just have to agree that we each get two SEs per year and no more.”

“Now, what about telling each other? What do we say, how much do we say, you know?” he asked.

“Since it might cause some anxiety back home, maybe we should do nothing but acknowledge that we had an SE when we get home, and then nothing more will be said. Fair?”

“I’m not sure I’d even want to know then.”

“Oh, Tony, I think you would. I’d want to know. Maybe I’d be just a bit more attentive when you came home. Think of the benefit!” she laughed. “You’d get lucky on the trip and get luckier when you got home.”

“I’d have to think about that one. Maybe we can come back to it later. As a matter of fact, this has been a lot for me to think about. Let’s call it a night and kick it around again later. OK?”

“Sure, Honey, let’s chew on it for a few more days. I take it that you might be interested…”

“Well, Laur, the guy in me would love to go for this. It’s the husband in me who would have trouble knowing you were going for this. I guess I’m pulling the old double standard on you.”

“Tony, I admit I’d have some anxiety knowing you were with some good-looking babe. And I’d be a little anxious about losing you. But if we both promise and swear to the basic plan, then I think the upsides will be far greater than the down. Think about it.

“But right now, I have something I need to do.” With that she reached over and gently kissed him on the lips, teasing him with her tongue. She let her hand drift down to his crotch and gently kneaded his growing cock. “Hmm, I think someone wants to come out and play,” she said as she gently unzipped his pants. Once she pulled them down, she slipped his cock out through the slit in his boxers. “I’ve always loved your cock, you know that, don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Well, I like to kiss things I love,” she whispered as she leaned down and started to lick him up and down, particularly right below the knob. She then wrapped her lips around him and started to bob up and down while slowly rubbing her tongue under his head. Eventually she started to hum as she took him deeper and deeper and he quickly lost all control.

“Oh, god, that feels so good! Keep doing that thing with your tongue, oooh, just like that.” After another minute he yelled out as he came into her mouth. After collapsing on the bed while catching his breath, she came up to him and kissed him deeply.

“Like it?” she asked.

“Oh boy, did I. Give me a few seconds, then it’ll be your turn.”

“Hon, thanks, I really appreciate the offer, but that was for you. I’ll catch you in the morning when I’m a bit more awake. Sleep tight. I love you.”

“I you, too.”

—–

There seemed to be less tension between them the following week. They even started to joke lightly about their situation. One time when she teasingly sassed him about the dishes, he joked that his next SE wouldn’t bother him about the dishes. This caused her emotions to swing suddenly from joy that he was thinking about it in a positive light to a bit of anxiety that maybe he’d compare her to the new woman and the dish task-master might come up wanting.

And on Wednesday when he was exhausted after a particularly stressful day, he gently turned down her advances. As he was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly realized that she might find him lacking when compared to some guy she hooked up with. “I’m going to have to step up my game,” he thought. He rolled over to find Lauren on her back, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling.

“You OK?” he whispered.

“Yeah, a little disappointed, but I understand you’re tired. Really, I do.”

“Would it interest you to learn that I seem to have gained a bit of energy? Why don’t you slip your panties off and let me play with you? I think between my tongue and your BOB in the drawer we can get you happier.”

“Tony, you don’t have to.”

“I know, but maybe I’ve decided that a quick little trip over your clit would be worth the effort. Here, panties off and let me get the vibe for you.” She giggled a little as she got ready for him.

Over the next five minutes she rapidly went from zero to sixty and had a wonderful, crashing orgasm as she clutched his head between her thighs. “Wow, thank you. That was quite a nice surprise. What about you, Honey?”

“Laur, I’m still tired, but I’m so glad I was able to give you a little relief. Now, sleep tight. See you in the morning.”

They both seemed to realize that their next talk about the proposal would be the most important of all. On the fourteenth they went out to dinner at a nice restaurant where he gave her a small pendant of two interlocking hearts on a necklace and she gave him two sets of tickets to see the Chiefs in KC in the fall. After celebrating Valentine’s Day, they drove home while each was thinking of the upcoming conversation. Just inside their door they stood holding each other and kissing before she pulled away from him. She then turned on some soft music, offered him a place on the loveseat and looked expectantly at him.

“Uh, let me start. OK, Laur?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“First of all, I want you to know that I really love you. Deeply, totally. And it is so fuckin’ weird talking about this on Valentine’s Day, a day dedicated to lovers. But, here goes: Knowing how much this means to you and how much I love you, if we can work out the details, I’ve decided I’m in.”

Lauren leaned over and gave him a big, deep kiss. “Oh, Sweetheart, what a lovely gift, really. I know that decision was hard for you. Really, I do. If we do things right, I’m sure we’ll both benefit. Thank you.”

With that they sat down and reviewed all the issues in detail. They agreed to the rules they had discussed earlier: condoms, no repeat SEs, no details to be given after an SE had occurred and not more than two SEs per year each. They agreed that they both could try for an SE on any trip, but they’d stop after two in a year. There was to be no emotional involvement with the hook-up. They also agreed that either one could stop the whole program at any time and the other would accept it without question. And no prostitutes!

Finally, she said, “Tony, I want you to go first.”

“But don’t you have a trip next week? Are you sure you want to miss out on the opportunity? ‘Cause you were the one who really wanted to go down this road.”

“Yes, I’m sure. It was my idea and you’ve been the more reluctant partner, so I want you to go first and see how it goes, see how you feel about it. If it doesn’t work out, then I’d be OK if we stopped right then. If I went first and it didn’t work out, I think you’d probably resent the fact that I had an SE and you didn’t. Anyway, I know it’s going to work, I really do. That’s why I cancelled the trip.”

“Well, uhh, OK, I guess. My next trip is in…”

“Three weeks, I know. I checked,” she laughed. “How about we kinda let the topic rest a bit, maybe talk once more before you leave. OK?”

“Sure. Good. Hey, interested in a little fun tonight…?”

“I’d love to, Tony. You’re still the best a girl could ask for.”

After that they spent the next days and weeks in a state of high horniness. They had more sex than they had ever since their last long vacation to the Bahamas. Their follow-up discussion was a rehash of the last talk and they reviewed and agreed to the rules once again.

—–

In less than three weeks Anthony needed to prepare for his business trip. On Wednesday evening he was packing his carry-on when Lauren came in the bedroom.

“Are you going to be able to get by with just that little suitcase?”

“Yeah, sure. We men can change shirts and be good while you need a complete, new outfit for every day. See?”

“I see, but I was wondering if you had enough room for these,” she said as she dropped a dozen condoms into the suitcase. “Or, do you need more?” she teased.

“A dozen? Are you crazy? I’d be amazed if I used even one.”

“Tony, you’re a handsome and sexy guy. I know the ladies will be drooling all over you. When you are at your booth and giving little talks, just remember to smile at the women, ask for their opinions and I’m sure someone will be interested.

“Look, I know we usually talk by phone every night at bedtime,” she went on. “How about we talk before dinner just to check in? I won’t ask you if you’ve got a date and you won’t tell me. Like we said, a quick acknowledgement after you return is all that is needed. OK?”

“Sure, Honey. You know, I’m kinda nervous about this.”

“You’ll be fine, trust me. Here, leave your ring on the dresser. It is OK with me if you stretch the truth about your marital status. But remember, one and done. You can’t ever meet her again after this trip.”

“Alright, I’ll remember. Here, let me give you a hug. You know, I love you Laur, I really do. Although this might be some guys’ dream-come-true, I’m still not sure how this will go. Come to bed with me, Hon. I want to be super close to you tonight.”

It was a tender coming together of two souls. They each spent time doing everything possible to please the partner. After they had climaxed, they lay side by side gently stroking and showering little kisses on each other. They murmured time after time their love for the other until they drifted into a sound sleep.

—–

The next morning he had to leave quite early. He slipped into the bathroom, showered quickly and grabbed a cup of coffee. Just as he was going into the bedroom to say ‘good-bye’ Lauren was coming out. She had on a sheer negligee that hid nothing and emphasized everything. There was a small, sly grin on her face and her eyes sparkled.

“Here, Honey, give me a hug. Now remember, we’re trying this out. Don’t be nervous. I know you’ll do fine. And, I really mean this: good luck.”

“OK, Sweetheart. I won’t promise anything. I’ll give you a call this evening.”

His flight left fairly early and was only two hours long, getting him to the convention site before noon. There he assembled his booth for the conventioneers to visit between the sessions. After the first talks were over there was a mad rush to the booths. There he gave dozens of quick little talks to the crowds explaining his company’s product. Towards the end of the afternoon and just as he was closing down the booth, a tall, attractive woman came up to him.

“I know I’m late and I can see this tomorrow, but would it be too much to ask you for a quick, private description of your product?”

“No, that would be fine. Anyone with you who might want to join in?”

“No, just me, she smiled. My company is too small and can’t afford to send more than one employee at a time. However, since you’ve pretty much shut it down for the night, why don’t you tell me over dinner?”

“Uh, sure, that’d be great. Want to eat here at the hotel or…”

“No. How about we look up a nice restaurant within walking distance? My treat!”

“Well, that’s very nice of you. I’m sure it’s on your business credit card though, right?” he laughed.

“Sure, it is, but that’s one of the only perks I get. Come on, let’s go. I’ll make the arrangements and meet you down in the lobby in forty-five minutes. OK?”

Anthony went upstairs, took a quick shower and shaved. After putting on his nicest shirt and tie, he sat down on the bed and fumbled with his phone. Finally, he called Lauren.

“Hi, Tony, how’re you doing? Get any interest in the product?”

“Actually, I have. There have been several nibbles and I’m going to have dinner with a potential client here in a few minutes.”

“Well, good. I hope the whole trip is worth it.”

“So far, I’d say it has been. It should at least pay for my travel expenses.”

“Good. Hey, Honey, I’ll let you go. Enjoy your dinner, sell lots, and remember, please have fun.”

“Will do. Lauren, I love you so very much, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes, Tony, I know. And I love you very much, too.”

After hanging up Anthony sighed quietly in relief that the call had gone well and that there was no mention of his date for dinner. He did understand what she meant when she reminded him to ‘have fun.’

“Aw, hell,” he thought to himself, “This gal will probably just be interested in the product. Who am I kidding?”

Once downstairs in the lobby, as he waited for her, he realized he didn’t even know her name. After a few minutes she strode out of the elevator wearing a very snug dress that accentuated her curves. She was about his age, maybe a tad older, and had thick, full blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders. Her smile appeared genuine, her face had just a hint of makeup and her figure was absolutely stunning. Her breasts were full, slightly larger than average and certainly bigger than Laurens’, and she had a flat tummy as well as full, feminine hips.

She came up to him, gently held out her hand shake and as she did, she pulled herself closer and gave him a tiny peck on the cheek.

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me. I get so lonely at these things sometimes. It’s nice to be able to share a meal and drinks and maybe some laughs.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to the evening but I have a confession. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Well, Anthony, I saw yours on your name tag. And I hate wearing the damn things. I’m Samantha, but I go by Sammi.”

“Nice name, I like it. I go by Tony. Well, Sammi, shall we get going? Lead the way.”

As they walked down the darkened streets to the restaurant, they shared little bits of information about their professional lives. Anthony was reluctant to share too much about his personal situation in case this evening developed into something more interesting. He then realized that she was also not talking about herself very much. He wondered if this was on purpose and if she was angling for something more than just dinner.

After a couple of blocks, she slid her hand under his arm and pulled herself closer to him as they walked. Once at the restaurant they were shown to their table for two in a cozy, dimly lit area. They sat across from each other, knee to knee. Their waiter brought them the menu and took orders for white wine for her and a martini for him. Drinking them on empty stomachs loosened them up quite a bit and soon they were laughing and giggling about the conference, the awful opening speaker and some of the other vendors. He was acutely aware that she did not ask about his company’s product line at all.

They enjoyed their meals, a poached salmon with asparagus for her and a New York strip steak for him. They each had one more drink and she declined a third.

“I don’t want to get too tipsy,” she said. “I find that I enjoy myself and my companion a lot better with just two drinks.”

“That’s fine,” he responded. I might go with an Irish Coffee for dessert. What would you like?”

“Let’s split some gelato. That OK with you?”

“Sure. Sounds great. In that case, no Irish Coffee for me.”

As they alternately spooned the rich dessert into their mouths, he found himself staring more and more at her lips. They seemed so sensual as she slipped the spoon between them and then licked it with her tongue as she slowly pulled it from her mouth. She did this while staring at him, as if to dare him to look away.

Once the dishes were removed and she had paid the bill, he put his hands on the table as if to get ready to leave.

“What’s the hurry, Tony? They’re not crowded. Let’s just sit here for a while,” she said as she gently put her right hand on top of his left.

In his mind Tony suddenly realized that he might be looking at a night filled with more than just a companion at dinner. “Could this be an opportunity for an SE?” he asked himself. He knew that in the past he’d have stopped after any subtle hints and gone back alone to his room. Tonight, with Lauren’s urging him to ‘have fun’ still fresh in his memory, he decided to relax and allow things to play out a bit more.

“Well, I kinda thought since we were done with food we’d leave, but really, I’m in no rush.” They chatted some more and finally they agreed to leave the restaurant. On the way back to the hotel they strolled slowly and she kept her hand wrapped snuggly around his upper arm.

“Tony,” she said as they wandered along the sidewalk, “The night is still young. When I get away from home, I like to kick up my heels a little bit. Do you dance?”

“A little bit, not very well. My mom made me take lessons when I was a teen. Why?”

“I love to dance and there’s a combo playing in the hotel bar tonight. It seems like it’s been too long since I’ve danced, wanna join me?”

“Uh, sure, why not?”

“Great. It’ll be fun.” Once back at the hotel she excused herself and went up to her room for a few minutes, then met him back downstairs. She still had on the same, sexy dress but he detected a bit of perfume, which he had not been aware of previously.

In the bar they both ordered a mocktail and then drifted over to the dance floor. There were only two other couples dancing, so they had plenty of room. Anthony was not a skilled dancer but he was able to lead Sammi around with waltzes and foxtrots. She seemed to really enjoy herself. Finally, the band slipped into some more mellow, slower tunes and the two came together. She pulled herself up to him and pushed her pelvis up against his growing erection. At first, he tried to pull away but she scooted closer to him while whispering, “It’s nice, makes me feel desired and sexy. Don’t pull away.”

She dropped her face down to his chest and shivered a bit as he gently laid a kiss on her head. In response she slid her leg between his and clasped him closer still. They danced like that until the band announced a twenty-minute break. Once back at their table she slid in next to him and kept her arm and leg touching his.

After they sat there for a few minutes she took his hand in hers and whispered to him, “Uh, I’m going to come right out and ask. Would you be interested in taking this upstairs?”

“Uh, maybe. No, make that a definite yes.”

“Sometimes I just like to have some fun with no strings attached. You?”

“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like this,” he answered, thinking of his pre-Lauren days. “But I find you incredibly sexy. I have a king, you?”

“Queen. Give me your room number and I’ll be there in five minutes,” she responded by kissing him lightly on the lips.

They quickly rose, leaving their drinks behind with a tip and went upstairs. She got off the elevator with a promise to see him soon and he went on up to his room. Suddenly he was nervous. This was it. He was going to have sex with someone who was not his wife. He repeated over and over that it was her idea and she wished him to have fun. He quickly brushed his teeth and slipped the condoms onto the bedside table just in time to hear the quiet knocking on his door. At the door he was greeted by Sammi, still in the same dress, but carrying a large tote bag, undoubtedly holding extra clothes and toiletries.

“Hi. Can I come in?”

“Most certainly. Please ignore my social awkwardness. I’m not used to this kind of thing…”

“Tony, relax. We’re here to have some fun, laughs, whatever. Wow, you sure have a nice room,” she said as she walked further in the room and dropped her bag on a suitcase stand.

“Yeah, one of my few perks. Here, let’s open the curtains and you can get a great view of the river from up here.”

“Oh, lovely. Could you turn out the lights so we can see better through the glass?”

After he dimmed the lights, they sat together on the couch facing the city. She snuggled up next to him as he wrapped his arm around her. After silently viewing the city lights for a few minutes she took his hand and gently pulled it down to her breast. As he began to stroke it, she sighed quietly and then turned to him. Her eyes glistened with the reflected lights and she stretched up to him with her lips slightly parted and asked, “Care to give a girl a kiss?”

Anthony bent down and slowly approached her lips with his until they were mere millimeters apart before he whispered, “Yes I will give you a kiss, but where would you like it?”

“Ooh, you mean I have a choice? Let’s start with these lips, then maybe later somewhere else. You good with that?”

“One of my favorite pastimes,” he chuckled as he finally touched her lips with his. They then spent several long minutes gently exploring each other’s lips and tongue. Anthony pulled the hand discretely to her side but she reached and pulled it back over to her breast. He could feel her hard nipple beaded up under the thin bra cup and dress. They continued to explore each other with their hands roaming further.

Finally, she whispered into his ear, “The zipper’s in back.” He reached around and slowly pulled it down and once it was at the bottom, she pulled back from him, held out her arms and let him pull the dress forward. She then reached back and unsnapped her bra and let him pull it forward off her arms.

Sammi’s breasts were full with just a hint of sag. Her areolae were dusky pink and topped with beaded-up nipples. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thanks. I really needed to hear that. You’re not so bad looking yourself, but I’m at a disadvantage. You’ve still got your clothes on.” With that she reached over, undid his tie, began to unbutton his shirt and pull it from his slacks. Once it was off, she stood up, dropped her dress to the floor and then knelt in front of him. “Now about these slacks…” Once they were unzipped, he stood and let them fall to the floor. His erection, which bulged through the slit in his boxers, was met with a giggle and a sigh. “Very nice. Here, let me get these off of you and you take my panties off of me. Fair?”

Wordlessly he agreed and suddenly he was nude in front of a nude woman, a woman who was not his wife, for the first time in over eight years. She approached him, hugged him and then sighed, “It’s a bit chilly, can we try out your bed?” As she turned to the bed, he went to close the curtains but she asked that they stay open. “I love this atmosphere,” she said.

After she lay down, he stretched out over her and began to kiss her gently, first the lips and then over her face and neck. He could feel her pulse quicken as he nuzzled her neck. His kisses drifted further down and began to take in her nipples. She shivered and pulled his head closer to her. “Not so light. You can be pretty rough, if you want.”

Anthony knew that Lauren always liked her nipples to be gently caressed and kissed. Here he was being asked to be more aggressive so he started to suck hard and even brought his teeth into play. One time he bit lightly on her nipple and she moaned in appreciation. He found that he really liked stimulating her as she requested. At one point she seemed to shudder and call out and he wondered if she had even orgasmed. Finally, he drifted down and began to lick below her trimmed bush. This caused her to moan loudly and taking a hint from her nipples, he was more aggressive with licking and sucking he clit than he ever was with Lauren. Sammi seemed to really enjoy it and in a matter of just a few minutes she clutched his head, pulled it tightly to her and then moaned and shrieked as she came. He gently eased off the sucking of her clit and finally he heard her speak softly to him, “That was phenomenal. You, my dear man, know your way around a girl. You’d be surprised how many men don’t.”

After a few minutes of gentle licking she gently pulled him up to her and said, “That was special. How can I return the favor?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to be pretty quick, so how about a quick screw? Then we can try something else, hmm?”

“OK, me on top or you?”

“Doggie, OK with you?”

“Oh, absolutely. Here,” she said as she turned over and rose up onto all fours. Her pussy glistened in the faint light from the city and just as he was about ready to enter her, he remembered the condoms. He paused, grabbed for them and as he tore the package open, he heard her say, “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. You don’t need to…”

“Shh, it’s OK, I kinda prefer it.”

He then entered her and found that instead of being too quick, he was enjoying himself and kept the urge to come under control. Sammi bent over further and he could see she was fingering herself. As she became more vocal with moaning and heavy breaths, he found himself increasingly stimulated until he reached up, grabbed her shoulders and used them to help him pound in and out harder and faster. Finally, as she was calling out, he let loose a torrent of sperm. He then eased up, eventually pulled out and took the condom off his partially deflated cock.