I Can’t Believe I Did It

"I need a shower," he said.

I nodded and got out of the way as he undressed tossing his clothes on the bathroom floor. In the bedroom, I noticed it was nine o'clock already, so I got undressed and put on a nightgown and went to bed after I set my alarm. Sleep didn't come easy, and I think I woke up when George came to bed, either that, or I woke when he rolled over.

Then all too soon, my alarm went off. I got up and went into the bathroom and closed the door. After draining my bladder, I brushed my hair and my teeth and put on a little light make up. Back in the bedroom, I pulled off my nightie, put on my panties and bra, followed by the sweats and hoodie. I slipped on some mules and thought about kissing George goodbye, but since he seemed to have not been awakened by my alarm, I thought better of it. No sense both of us going short on sleep tonight. Downstairs, my cell phone rang as I was getting Starbucks Mocha Frappuccino out of the fridge. I didn't recognize number, but there was only one person it could be.

I answered, "Michael's Taxi Service."

"Hi," Dan's voice said, "could you send a cab to 16421 NW Somerset Dr. please?"

"Just moment please," I said playing along, just in case. "We have a car in your area. She's just dropped off a fare. She should be there in five minutes."

"Thanks, I'll be ready."

I got in my SUV and drove over to Fran's. Dan was looking out the window when I stopped out front. He came out right away, suitcase and a carry on in hand. I popped the hatch back and he tossed the cases in and climbed in the front. He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before I pulled away from the curb.

I asked as he buckled his seatbelt, "Do you kiss all your cab drivers?"

"Only the good looking sexy ones."

On the way to the airport, we talked and you'd have thought there was nothing unusual about the trip. We talked about a myriad of things. I learned that he would be visiting his son next summer and the summer after that, he'd have to take his refresher course to keep his certification current. I was saddened to learn it would be three years before he'd be back. In retrospect, it's a good thing that he wasn't going to be back too soon. I was becoming attached to him.

I made good time to the airport. We had him checked in and his suitcase on the way to baggage handling by 2:45 and were back at the car by ten 'til. As we approached the car, he turned me toward him and kissed me passionately with his hands on my butt pulling me into his hard on. Good start, I thought.

As I exited the freeway, I had a wicked thought. I pulled over and parked, got out my cell and called George.

"Hi Hon, what's up?" he asked.

"I just got off the freeway and I had a thought. How 'bout you meet me in the garage and I'll show you what Dan and I did rather than tell you? It'll give you the visual you seem to like so much."

"OK,"

"You've got ten minutes. Wear a pair of slacks and sport shirt. For shoes, your loafers."

"Got it."

"See you in ten." I hung up and pulled back onto the road.

Arriving home, I pushed the garage door opener parked the car and hit the button a second time as I got out of the car. George came into the garage just as I armed the alarm on the car. He came over, I put my arms around his neck and we kissed. As our tongues wrestled he cupped my butt and pulled it to him. It was obvious that his imagination had worked overtime; he had an erection.

When we broke the kiss I said, "Very good, so far you've done exactly as Dan did."

I punched the remote to disarm the alarm and unlock the car. I opened the back door on my SUV and climbed in, motioning George to follow. After he was in, I told him, "If you fail to respond as Dan did, I'll prompt you. You should get a first hand view of just what we did."

With that, I turned around in the seat, sitting on my hip with my knees bent toward the back and we began to neck like teenagers. Quickly, his hands went to my breast and he mimicked the soft cupping, thumb stroking that I'd described in my accounts of Dan's technique with the same results. To be honest, George had a head start. My nipples were already standing to attention, so they were easy to find. Of course, George knew just where the erogenous zone on my back was, and knew that Dan had found it, so he was working that as well, giving me a double whammy. Since I'd never gotten down to simmer, I heated up rather quickly. George was pretty hot as well, but he didn't know the game plan so I need to direct him. When I judged enough time had elapsed I prompted him by leaning back and tugging at the zipper on the front of my hoodie.

He took the hint and unzipped it as his lips followed with kisses as the flesh was exposed. I didn't need to guide him much. I think at that point most men will react the same. He paused a bit when the zipper was a few inches below my bra and took a breast in hand, while he buried his nose in my cleavage, smelling the Chantilly I'd sprayed there before getting dressed. Using a thumb to peel back the bra cup, his lips explored the smooth flesh of my right breast. Then like I did Dan, I told him, "It unhooks in the front.

Taking the hint, he found the catch and unhooked the bra allowing free access to my breasts. He then, just as Dan had done, unzipped the hoodie the rest of the way and put his hand on my bare back and pulled my nipple to his mouth. Again he double teamed me with his lips teasing my nipples and his hands working the erogenous zone on my back. My mind jumped back in time an hour or so and it was now Dan and I forgot just where I was. For all I was concerned the car was parked on the top deck of the airport parking structure in the stall farthest from the ramp and the man turning up my thermostat was Dan, not my husband.

Again, I felt deliciously wicked. I remember the thoughts running through my mind as Dan availed himself of my body. God this is slutty and I love it. I can't believe that I came here with this in mind. I'm so glad I did, this man is a master at giving women pleasure. I unbuttoned his shirt so that then next time I embraced him it would be bare flesh to bare flesh. Which I did almost immediately. We tongue wrestled as his hand came up between us to work over my breast. He was a bit rougher than Dan had been, but I didn't correct him. I didn't want to ruin the moment for him. He was obviously into the moment, imagining this was what Dan had done. He was close.

At that point, I fumbled with Dan's belt, or, well OK, this time it was George's belt. Once it was unbuckled, I wasted no time undoing and zipping the pants. I needed to get my hands on the hard cock that was already straining against the fabric. Successfully freeing it above the waistband I began stroking it only to hear a guttural moan. All men must have that sound hardwired into their brains. It was the second time in a few hours that sound had been unleashed in the car.

Instinctively, his hand reached my groin... another hardwired response? Possibly. All this only served to bring me to the pinnacle of lust. I simply forgot that it was George and he didn't know the script. After a time, I realized that there was something missing from the scenario. This kind of brought me back to reality, but not really, my mind was truly multitasking as I whispered in George's ear, "He put a hand on my butt inside my pants."

George nodded, obviously bent on drawing the maximum eroticism from the event. The hand not occupied with my crotch, snaked inside the waistband to fondle my butt. He got his hand in to the wrist when he suddenly lifted his head from my boob and pulled his hand out of my pants.

"What happened to your panties? I saw you lay out panties, you put them on this morning."

"Oh," I said, "I guess I forgot to put them back on," and looked down to the floorboard where they lay, discarded. George leaned forward and saw them. He groaned and froze for a moment, then leaned back with his head against the head rest. It looked like he was going to hyperventilate for a moment, but after half a dozen quick breaths he snapped his head forward, kissed me with a force that verged on violence and stuck both hands back in to feel my bare butt. When the kiss broke, he was breathing heavily and looked into my eyes. There was a kind of wild look. If he hadn't been my husband, I'd have been afraid, but as it was the look excited me.

For the second time that day and in that backseat, I bent down and took a throbbing hard on in my mouth. His left hand went to my head, but his right hand stayed inside my pants on my butt. He kneaded it and explored every inch of it. He was groaning, I think as much from the fact I'd taken off my panties with Dan as from the efforts I was expending on his stiffened member.

According to the script known only to me, I knelt on the floor and quit sucking and licking his dick. It was impossible to get to his balls, so I ran my hands down his back and under his butt inside his open pants. I lifted a little and he took the hint and raised himself off the seat a little so I could pull his pants down. I left them at his ankles, spread his knees and lifting his cock I sucked one of his ball in my mouth. They're not quite as large as Dan's, but then none of his equipment is, I thought. After taking the other one in for a gentle suck and lick, I returned for a minute or two to engulf his pulsing dick.

"This is when I took my pants off," I told him. He began to breathe raggedly and nodded his head. I don't think he could have talked if he had to. I took a moment to slide my pants down and off my feet, leaving my shoes in their wake. I kissed him quickly and asked, "Do you know that this seat is wide enough to lay down on if you bend your knees a little?" I pushed him over to lay on his back and stripped his pants off his ankles. I gave him another half dozen strokes with my lips, then lifted my head and said, "Now for good stuff." Raising off my knees, I put one knee on the seat and leaned in to kiss him. I paused for a moment and looked at him. He closed his eyes and struggled for breath; his dick was literally throbbing without being touched. His mind was working overtime.

I turned and put my knees on either side of his head and began to suck him again in the sixty-nine position. It took a moment, then he made a choking sound, cleared his throat and attacked my sopping vulva. His lust was contagious as I thought of the last time I was doing this and that it was Dan's tongue giving me pleasure. In moments I began to orgasm and while I was in the middle of it, George shot off in my mouth. I couldn't make myself keep it in my mouth. I grabbed it in my hand and lifted my head to cry out that same sepulchral sound I'd made in the rec hall changing room.

When all was said and done, I was barely able to get off George without falling on the floor. As I turned around, he sat up and we embraced. For the longest time we just held each other. When we finally relaxed, I looked him in the eye and said, "Thank you George for the greatest sexual adventure I've ever had."

"Thank you," he insisted. "This has been as big an adventure for me as it has for you. It's been great. Way beyond anything I could have imagined."

"I guess we'd better go in and clean up," I said looking down at my cum drenched chest and then at his where I'd smeared it. I knew then what the result of my taking my mouth of him had been. It seemed there was a gallon of the stuff which had begun to soften and run down my body. I didn't tell him that Dan didn't come until after I did and that I swallowed it all.

We got out and collected our clothes and went inside without getting dressed. After a trip by the laundry room, it didn't seem worthwhile to sort out what didn't need washed from what did; we went to the shower completely nude. There was a round of coital sex with me sitting on bench and George kneeling while all three shower heads flooded us with steamy water. That was followed by a two hour round in our bed. Well actually it was two rounds one with him on top and another with me on top.

After we woke, we realized that we hadn't eaten that day. Scrambled eggs and ham was the order of the day. After we took coffee to the family room and sat snuggled up each lost in our own thoughts as we drank our coffee. Oh how I loved my husband. We had embarked on an adventure that few married couples dared and it had been glorious. George had been right. We were perverts, but we're sensible perverts. We did manage to keep it in proper perspective and it had drawn us closer together. We knew and acknowledged our collective perversion and turn it into strength.

George finally broke the silence. "You know when I discovered you had taken off your panties, I could only imagine only one reason for you to have done that. I thought you had gone all the way."

"To be honest, I wanted to. He has a gorgeous cock and I sorely wanted it in me, but I thought of you and what you said about keeping this in perspective. As much as I wanted to, I'm glad I didn't. I know I'd have really gotten off on screwing Dan, but then I'd have felt guilty. As it was I was completely inside the guidelines you laid down."

George nodded and kissed me lightly and we went back to contemplating the day's events in silence. In each encounter with Dan the ante had been upped and we'd gone to the next level. It's truly a good thing that Dan did go home. Where could we have gone on the next encounter?

We skipped September's dance using the excuse of Labor Day. Let's face it, it would have been seriously anti-climatic. We talked a bit between sexual romps. I really needed to know that George was OK with the antics I'd gotten up to. He assured me over and over again that I had done only what he'd expected and sometimes didn't do as much as he thought possible in the situation. He insisted that he loved me more now, on this side of the adventure, than he had before.

In October we went back to the dance. Oh, I guess it was fun, but the sense of excitement wasn't there. By the first of the year, the dances lost their luster and we skipped January. February was crowded as it had been the previous year and my "friend" from last year wasn't there. Again, there was a part of me that was disappointed. A larger part than in March, but in the same way it would have scared me if he was. Dan had been a gentleman and had easily held himself to what I was willing to do. I'm not so sure the guy from last year wouldn't have taken advantage of my weakness in the changing room. No I'm sure he would have in a hot second.

The March and April dances came and went as did May, but I opted to skip June. George hugged me when I told him I didn't want to go. I'm sure he knew that no matter how many guys danced with me I'd spend the whole evening thinking about Dan. The other scenario would have been worse. I might have tried to live out a repeat with one of the neighbors. All in all, it was good that we didn't go.

I think I was in a kind of depression for a time after that. George sensed it and bless his heart, he had a solution, though it took a few tries to work out just how it should happen.

"Luce," he said one weekend, "you miss the excitement of last summer, don't you?"

I looked at him and fought back tears. In one succinct sentence he bared my soul. I wanted to lie to him, to deny the truth of his statement. I couldn't; I knew he'd see right through me. After all, he already knew without me saying a word. In the end, I just nodded.

"I think I've got an idea that just might put that excitement back into our lives."

I just looked at him, still unable to speak.

"I've spent some time online. It seems we're not the only people in the world who've discovered this dark side about themselves. There are many ways they've managed to scratch that particular itch." He looked at me to determine if I was receptive to a new idea. "The way that seems most attractive is the most common and I think the easiest to control. Do you want to hear about it?"

I needed to do something, so I nodded.

"Well it works something like this. We go dancing at one of the clubs that has live music. Only we don't go in together and we sit apart. Sooner or later, you'll be asked to dance. It shouldn't take much to get some guy to feel you up a bit. When you've had enough, you excuse yourself to the women's room and call me on my cell, we work out how to get you out of there and we go home."

"You mean, just let some total stranger feel me up?"

"That guy a last year's Valentine's dance was a total stranger. It's not like you have to do anything extreme. You can stop things when ever you feel like things have gone far enough."

"What if the guy in question won't take 'No,' for an answer?"

"I'll be there. I'll be watching and if you need help just put your hand straight up in the air making a fist. That'll be my cue to come to your aid."

"You think you can pull it off? Won't it make them angry if they find out it was just a game and you were there all the time?"

"I've got that figured out too. I go in ahead of you and fade into the background. I just have to be sure to keep you in sight. If you signal, I'll come on like the jealous husband who's suspected his wife of fooling around and they'll figure that they don't want to be named in a divorce suit and back off. I'll 'drag' you out berating you all the way. Then we just go home. But really I don't think it'll come to that. The only worry is if the guy's drunk, in which case, you just don't dance with him. Push comes to shove all those places have bouncers and with the ensuing fuss he'll get involved and escort us out. We'll probably be banned, but oh well.

"But you know it'll never come to that. Something like that won't come up all of a sudden. You'll know right off if the guy's the pushy type and you can pull out early."

"I'm not sure. Let me think about it. Where would we go?"

"OK, you think about it and I'll figure out where we can go. You don't have to decide until next Saturday, OK?"

"OK."

I don't know where he came up with the idea. He said the Internet. He said that other people did it. There must have been someone with experience that made it seem like it would work. He didn't say if he'd talked with anyone or if he'd just read accounts. As reluctant as I was, the idea seemed better that remaining in the funk I was in. About Wednesday, I'd decided to give a chance and began to think about what I'd allow, what danger signals I'd have to look for and wondered if I need a refresher on the self-defense course I took in college. By Saturday morning I'd psyched myself up for something and decided that I should try it.

"George? Did you find someplace for us to go try out your idea?"

"Yeah, I heard about a dance club downtown and from what I heard, it's the perfect place. Live music Friday and Saturday and large dance floor. I stopped by on the way home last night to check it out. The band wouldn't arrive until eight so I didn't get a chance to see what they were like. But the layout is perfect. The dance floor is sunken and the tables are on three sides with the bandstand in a corner and the bar on the fourth side. If I go in and grab a table near one corner, I'll be able to look over the whole dance floor and see all the tables."

"OK, I guess we can give it a try."

That evening right after dinner I showered, did my make up, put on and nice dress, just a little flirty, but not something that would be too easy to get into, not like the dress I wore in August. After I did my make up, a little more dramatically than usual, after all I'm going out at night to club, hopefully to be picked up. Well not taken home but... well you know what I mean. We drove to the club and got there just before eight. George waited until eight on the dot before going in. There was a cover charge, something George failed to mention. It's a good thing I keep some mad money in my purse. I didn't have much room in the little clutch purse I'd brought, just room for my cell phone, my ID and a couple of bills. A larger purse just wouldn't have been practical. This one had a loop that I could put around my wrist while dancing. The added bonus was that I could tuck the clutch behind my belt and use the loop to secure it so it didn't fall out. I'd come with the idea that I might have to pay for one drink, but if things worked out, someone else would pay for the rest.