How Long Ben?

"Now bring him over to me."

Ben stood up and holding Jason's cock in his hand he led him over to me. Jason got on the bed and moved over me and I looked up at Ben.

"Put him in me Ben; guide his beautiful cock into me."

Ben said nothing as he lined Jason's cock up and helped it into the slit that was waiting to receive it.

"Pull up a chair Ben and watch how a real man does it. Pay close attention; you just might learn something."

Ben sat down on the prepositioned chair and watched as Jason fucked the living hell out of me. Jason didn't fuck me any better than Ben did, but I'd never tell Ben that.

"Here it comes baby" Jason said as I felt his spurts inside me. When he was finally soft he pulled out and I looked over at Ben, smiled at him and then crooked a finger as I said:

"Come over here and clean me up now."

Ben sat there looking at me without moving and I sternly said, "Get over here right now or get the fuck out! Your choice!"

He sat there for several seconds and then he got up and came over to me and I smiled when his mouth started working on my pussy.

"We are going to go again aren't we?" Jason asked.

"As many times as you want lover and Ben and Ben will lick you clean after each and every time. Right Ben?"

He was silent and I raised my voice to just under a snarl and said, "Right Ben?" It was begrudging, but it was there. "Yes dear."

I backed out of the site and thought "No way!" Even if that is what Ben would like I wouldn't do that. No way!"

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In a stroke of irony it was Hal who gave me the idea on how to do it. Not directly, but by way of the computer. He had been in the den supposedly working on some papers he brought home from work when the phone rang. It was the plant and they had a problem that was slowing the production line down. After a brief conversation Ben was up and hurrying out the door. Figuring that he would be gone for a while I went to the computer to pull up a story or two to read for ideas.

Ben had been on the computer reading a story and he had hurried out so fast that he hadn't backed out of the site and the story he was reading was up on the screen. It looked like he was in the middle of the story so I had to back up to the beginning. It was as if the story had been written with me in mind.

The woman had a husband who wanted to watch her have sex with another man, but she kept telling him no. She would really have liked doing it because she had always wondered what other men would be like, but she had the same problem that I did. She didn't know if she could actually bring herself to make love to another man. She usually flew out of town on business once a month and on one of those trips she decided that while she was out of town she would try to pick up a man and have sex with him. If she could do it she would go home and the next time her husband brought it up she would tell her husband that if he was absolutely sure that it was what he wanted she would do it.

I read the story three times and memorized what she did. Once every three months or so I flew to Detroit to see my mother and spend a couple of days with her. Ben and my mother didn't get along so he usually stayed home. I'd be almost fifteen hundred miles away with zero chance of anyone who knew Ben and me seeing what I was doing. My next trip would be in two weeks and while in Detroit I'd see if I could really do another man.

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The two weeks flew by and I couldn't believe the anticipation I was feeling. I read a dozen more stories and I was primed for the trip. By the time I kissed Ben goodbye and left for the airport I had reached an honest place in my mind. Thanks to all the stories I'd read what had started out as me wondering if I could make love to another man while Ben watched had changed to me wanting to know what another man (or men) would be like. I was no longer doing it for Ben; I was now doing it for me.

As the flight leveled off I leaned back in my seat and thought of the things I might try. Could I do two men at a time or maybe even three? Would I luck out and find a man with a huge cock? Could I actually let a man have my pussy while another man was taking my ass? I had liked anal the few times I'd tried it, but Ben hadn't. He told me the only reason he had done it was to see what it was like. After trying it he said said:

"I don't like the thought of shit on my dick."

I couldn't understand his thinking since it would wash off when we were through. It wasn't like his skin would absorb it, but after those two times he wouldn't do it any more. I hoped that whoever I picked up wouldn't have the same hang ups.

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I had an enjoyable visit with my mom. I had planned a four day trip, but at the end of three I kissed mom goodbye and headed for the airport. I took a room at the airport Marriott, changed into something a lot sexier than what I wore at mom's, and then headed down to the lounge. I remembered the story where the woman didn't sit at a table because she felt that the men might think she was waiting for someone and I went over and took a seat at the bar. When the bartender came I ordered a margarita and sat there sipping as the place began to fill up and a band came in and started to set up.

I had almost finished the margarita when the bartender set another one down in front of me. I hadn't ordered it so I looked at him questioningly.

"It's from the gentleman at the end of the bar" and he pointed at a good looking man in a suit. I raised the drink in a "thank you" salute and was not surprised when he got up and move to the stool next to me. He offered his hand and said, "Barry." I took his hand and said "Regina."

"I'm not usually so forward" he said, "but I've been sitting down there watching you and it didn't look like you were waiting fore anyone."

"I'm not. Just a traveler stuck here for the night."

"That's my situation also. Thing is, I saw the band setting up and I like to dance. There are very few women in here right now and when the band starts you are going to be very popular as far as the other men in here are concerned. I thought I'd try to beat the thundering herd to you."

"You want to keep me all to yourself? What if I'm a girl who likes variety and the attentions of lots of men?"

"Then I'll just have to crawl off into a dark corner somewhere and cry."

"Oh good Lord no; I can't have that on my conscious."

"Would you like to move to a table?"

I said yes and we moved to a table just off the dance floor and when the band started playing we got up to dance. I felt good in his arms and I was looking forward to my first extramarital sex. Two dances later during a very slow number he held me tight against him and I felt his hard cock touch my leg. I smiled and moved to keep in contact with it. His right hand moved down my back and rested on my ass. I said nothing.

The song ended and we went back to our table and I saw him look around. He picked up both of our drinks from the table and led me to an empty booth against the far wall. I slid in and he slid in beside me. He slipped an arm around me and our lips met. I sent my tongue searching and his responded. He turned and his right hand moved to my breast.

"Yes!!" I thought. "It is going to happen!"

I dropped my hand to his lap and rubbed his hard cock. The waitress appeared with drinks and we separated long enough to take a sip and then our mouths were together again. His hand went to my leg and I spread my legs wide to give him access to where he wanted that hand to go. I broke the kiss and whispered:

"Unzip and take it out."

As my mouth went back to his he did what I asked and I reached down and took hold of his maleness. His hand moved up my leg to my soaking wet panties as I slowly stroked him. I felt so goddamned deliciously wicked as I swapped tongues and stroked the cock of a man known only as Barry; a man I had not even known a half hour ago. His fingers pushed aside the crotch of my panties and I gasped as one of them slid into me. I wanted him right then. I wanted to get up on the table or lay back in the booth and say:

"Take me! Fuck me! Make me your slut!"

But of course I didn't. What I did was ask him what his room number was. He told me and I looked around and saw that no one was watching so I scooted sideways a little, bent down and took his cock in my mouth. I licked it with my tongue, bobbed my head up and down on it a few times and then sat up.

"Get up and go to your room" I said. "I'll sit here for ten minutes or so and another man is bound to ask me to dance. I'll dance with him once or twice before I get up and leave. That way if my husband is having me watched it will throw the watcher off. I'll take the elevator up to eight which is my floor in case the watcher, if there is one, checks out the floor indicator and then I take the stairs down to your floor. Be ready to open the door as soon as I knock."

He got up to leave and I said, "Be ready when you open the door." I quickly pulled off my panties and handed them to him. "They are very wet. The aroma should keep you hard until I get there."

He smiled at me and left. The watcher story was made up of course, but some inner sense told me to take no chances so that if by a million to one chance there was someone around who knew me they would see me leave the lounge alone. If they saw the kissing in the booth I could pass it off as just some teasing to get me free drinks and a dance partner.

Barry wasn't two minutes gone before I was asked if I would like to dance. Two partners, a drink and closer to twenty minutes later than ten I was in the elevator on my way up to my floor. I got off the elevator and turned right toward the stairwell. With the thoughts of how Barry's cock had felt in my hand and in my mouth I ran to the stairwell door and thoughts of Barry's cock being pushed into my pussy and hopefully my ass had me running down the stairs to his floor.

I WAS GOING TO GET FUCKED!!! I was going to give myself to a man I'd not even known an hour ago. My pussy was leaking so much I felt it running down my leg. I was ready! Oh God I was so fucking ready! I grabbed the door handle to the eighth floor and then I hesitated as I became aware of a titanic battle taking place inside me. Half of me was screaming "Do it! Do it! You want it. Do it!" The other half was yelling and fighting for me not to. That voice was yelling "You can't! You know you can't. It is wrong and you know it is wrong!"

I stood there holding the door handle as the warring factions had it out. I dropped my hand from the door handle and my shoulders drooped. I couldn't do it. I couldn't cheat on Ben. As much as I wanted to go to room 612 I couldn't do it. Maybe if Ben knew, but not behind his back. I wanted to. God knows I wanted to, but I couldn't.

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I'd been home two days before I finally got up the nerve to do what I should have done weeks ago. We were at the dinner table and talking about plans for the coming weekend when I gave the conversation a sudden change of direction.

"How long have you been wanting to see me have sex with another man?"

He choked on his mouthful of pot roast and when he got control of himself he said "What?"

"How long have you been wanting to watch me with another man?"

"Why in God's name would you be asking me that?"

I confessed to being curious when I saw him try to hide what he was reading from me and I told him how I'd looked up the history to see where he had been.

"Since that night I've followed along behind you and read the stories on the sites you go to. All of the sites are about cheating wives, men who like to watch them and men who seem to enjoy being a cuckold so how long Ben?"

"You had no right to invade my privacy like that" he snarled at me.

"I had every right" I snapped back at him. "When my husband tries to hide things from me and keep secrets from me you had better damned well believe I'm going to find out what is going on, It is out in the open now Ben so tell me. How long have you wanted to see another man do me?"

He stared at me with fury written all over his face as he stood up, wiped his mouth with his napkin and then threw his napkin into the center of the table.

"Never! I've never wanted to see you with another man! I've never even thought about you doing another man and if I ever caught you fucking another man you would be gone so fast that it would take your breath a week to catch up with you" and he stomped out of the room.

"That certainly went well" I thought as I cleared the table and got ready to do the dishes.

When I was done in the kitchen I went into the living room and tried to watch television, but couldn't find anything on worth watching so I grabbed a book that I had been meaning to read and started on it. Maybe twenty minutes later Ben came into the room and sat down on the love seat opposite the couch and watched me. After a minute or so I put down the book and asked "What?"

He hesitated and then said, "You want to do it don't you?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck other men. I could read it on your face when you brought the subject up at dinner. You want to do it."

"No I don't" I lied, "but I would have if it was what you wanted."

"That doesn't make any sense. If you don't want to do it why would you do it if I wanted it?"

"The honest answer to that is complicated. You are the only man I have ever been with and after readying all of those stories I do have to admit to being curious as to what other men might be like. But being curious isn't worth losing a marriage over so it is something that I don't want to do. On the other hand if it was what you wanted I would do it for you and use the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity."

"And if you liked it?"

"Who knows? The opposite of that is what if you didn't?"

"I already know that I wouldn't like it."

"Then why do you read all those stories?"

"I fantasize."

"I don't understand. If you fantasize about it wouldn't that mean that it is something that you would like to do? Would like to do, but can't because of some circumstance or other?"

"That is it in a nutshell. It is something that I would like to do, but can't. I can't because I'm not the type of guy who would ever find himself in the situations to make it happen and even if by some weird stroke of luck I did find myself in the right situation I couldn't do it because I'm not the kind of guy who can cheat on his wife."

"How would it be cheating if you were with me watching it happen?"

"You read my motivation wrong sweetie. In my fantasy I'm not the guy watching his wife with another man. I'm the other man."