A Cunning Plan

"Wow, you must have been getting yourself pretty excited earlier."

"Yes, and now I need you to take care of that."

He focused his attention on her clit, sucking the area around it into his mouth so that the button of it was completely accessible, and began lightly but rapidly flicking his tongue over it.

"Put your fingers in my pussy."

He stuck two fingers deep inside of her. He pushed them up and in, exploring the complex territory inside, and began to slide them in and out of her, pressing and stroking her inner walls just where she liked them to be pressed and stroked. She began to move her hips up and down.

As much as he wanted her too, she hardly ever let him make her cum this way. She enjoyed being fucked too much for that. But this time, just as he expected her to push his hand away and tell him to stop, she began bucking her hips.

"Nuhh. Oh. Nuhhhhh!! God. Oh. Ohhhh. Nuhhuhhuh!!"

She fell back on the bed, almost satiated. He looked at her adoringly.

"That was great!", he said.

"Really?", she asked.

"Oh yeah, I love getting you off like that."

"But what if this means that I'm not really interested in sex now?"

"Ah. Well... aren't you?"

"I don't know. Let me think about that."

She lay back for a while, relaxing, enjoying the feeling of laying spread out on the bed, her needs pretty well met. Finally she looked at him.

"Yeah, I think I'm not quite satisfied after all. I need to get fucked, even if you won't make me come again. But let's do it the way you like it."

She rolled over and got up onto all fours, raising her nicely rounded ass into the air and back a bit. If he was hard before, he was really hard now. She couldn't resist reaching around behind herself and giving his cock a few quick jerks. Yes, iron hard, just the way she liked it.

"I'm afraid that if you put it in there, you're going to come right away."

"No, I can hold back. But I do want it badly."

"OK. Then fuck me. Fuck me deep."

He got behind her, standing at the end of the bed, and pushed his cock between her slippery lips. He moved into her, savouring each inch of her as he penetrated deeper. Her pussy felt so good. He began to move in and out a bit more quickly. This night had been strangely exciting for him. He felt that boiling sensation in his balls that signalled that he was at or even past the point of no return. He had thought about turning her over and fucking her face to face, but now he knew that he couldn't wait for that, that he was going to erupt inside of her.

"Wait. Stop a minute there."

"Urgh. OK." He came to a stop, buried as far inside of her as he could get -- which, as they both knew from experience was about the limit of what she could accommodate from that angle. She actually couldn't imagine having anyone go any deeper.

"Whaa? What do you want me to do to you now?" he asked, groaning with lust as he pushed his penis around inside her, still all the way in, pressing just as hard as he could down to compress the soft part of her bum, trying to keep the feeling going without actually moving in and out of her.

"Nothing." She pushed back against him, levering her behind down and backward, shoving him slowly, until she was in child's pose with her ass just hanging over the bed. He had to shuffle back a bit and crouch to stay in her. Now, she was in control of their coupled bodies' motion -- the brains behind this particular beast with two backs.

"Stay just like that. Don't move." And she began to raise herself back up as if into cow pose, moving herself up to the point where her supple interior lips were just kissing the head of his cock, surrounding it at the edge. Then she moved herself back down, feeling his cock open and enter her pussy again. She did this again and again, moving slowly, easing her ass around to hit the spots she liked. She was really enjoying this!

He was straining to maintain his awkward semi-athletic stance, knees bent in a slight squat. He reached out and held her ass in his hands. She loved it when he did that! She also loved it when he began to get overwhelmed with lust and really latched on to her ass, gathering its soft flesh of her ass between his fingers, pulling and pushing her back and forth against his cock. But this evening she resisted him, and continued to move at her own pace.

"Does that feel good?"

"Oh God, yeah. I'm really ready to come now. I want to fuck you hard and fast now, just the way you like it."

She slowed a bit more, then came to a stop, again so that his cock was buried inside of her. She pushed back hard and wiggled against him. Then, very slowly, she moved her ass forward. But this time she didn't stop when her lips came to the end of his cock. She kept going, and his penis slid out of her altogether.

She rolled back over on to her back.

"I think that's really enough for tonight, don't you?"

"What? Argh..! Okay, yeah right." He grinned, but there was still a look of mild panic in his eyes. "Now there is something you're not going to follow through with. I know you want my sperm inside of you."

Wow, was he asking for it? No matter, any sense of pity she may have had evaporated under the warm sun of his light-hearted bravado.

"Look, you know you keep bugging me about this orgasm denial thing. I thought it was about time I got serious. It doesn't mean anything if you aren't sure how serious I am."

"Yeah, I know. You did that to me last night."

"And look where it got me. You still didn't show up for our dinner date."

"But that wasn't because I didn't want to fuck you."

"I don't want you to want to fuck me, I want you to need to fuck me. No, this time I'm keeping it real."

"Okay, I need to fuck you. Satisfied?"

"Not yet. But I will be tomorrow."

"Oh fuck. Please let me fuck you. Please let me come inside of you now. Please, Mary?"

"Nope."

She got under the covers and curled up under them, naked. He got in next to her and spooned her. She could feel that his cock was still iron hard. Feel it try to nestle itself between her butt cheeks. She could get used to this. But she rolled away from him under the covers, turning to face him.

"Uh-uh. I can feel you moving, trying to get yourself off. Enough of that, or you can sleep on the other side of the bed."

He promised that he'd be good. Well, he seemed to be enjoying this -- with what must be enormous ambivalence, she granted. They did have a pre-arranged word they'd use if he wanted her to stop teasing him, but he wasn't using it -- and in any case she couldn't remember what it was.

"But when can I fuck you again?" He asked -- almost pathetically, but managing to preserve most of his manly dignity. That was good, she wouldn't want to see her man grovelling.

"Tomorrow, if you cooperate." There was her mischievous grin again.

"I'm getting up early tomorrow morning for that Yoga workshop so I won't have a chance to go over this again. So listen carefully."

"I'm listening, believe me."

"There is a small foyer on the ground floor of the hotel. If you take the corridor past the gift shop, go down 30 meters or so and turn left, then go down that hallway and take the next right, you'll come to a wing of conference rooms -- it's a geological theme, like 'Basalt, Quartz, Limestone..'. Across from 'Granite', behind the staircase, there is a small alcove. Do you think you can find that?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that I know where you're talking about."

"You should be absolutely sure. You should check in the morning. I want you to meet me there at precisely 6:30 tomorrow. No sooner, and no later. Understood?"

"Okay, but.."

"No 'buts'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, completely."

He didn't really understand what was going on at all. How could he? But he'd be very motivated to find out, and she was sure that this was one date that he wouldn't miss.

She rolled back over and then nestled her back against his stomach. Felt his arm reach around and hold her close. Felt his cock resting against the small of her back. Sensed him willing himself to stay still. And drifted off to sleep, with fragmentary visions of the next evening floating in and out of her mind.

_Chapter 6: The Moment of Truth_

Mary walked down the hotel hallway toward the rendezvous that she had established the previous night. It was 6:32 by her watch. She wasn't surprised by what she saw when she turned into the small foyer, but she was newly impressed by what could be accomplished with a bit of planning followed by careful execution.

Seated at the two chairs facing out toward her were her husband and Mr. X. As she entered the space, they rose automatically -- natural gentlemen. She took a seat and waved them to sit down -- it was hard to accomplish that gesture without appearing imperious, she mused. Mr. X sat immediately, but her husband seemed completely discombobulated, frozen in an awkward half-stand, half-sit.

"It looks like this space has been double-booked, honey", he started out -- fumbling to fire a preemptory round of bonhomie at the other man in the alcove, who he must have already sensed was not likely to be there by accident. "It looks like we'll need to find another location to..." His half-sentence mated perfectly with the awkwardness of his posture.

Her heart softened to him, as it always did. "This is exactly the right location, Cal. Sit down, and I'll explain."

He sat.

"I owe both of you an explanation. This will be inescapably difficult, so best to just get down to it. Let's start with introductions."

She turned to the stranger in the room.

"Let's just call you 'Mr. X'. As must be obvious now, the man seated to your left is my husband Hugh. We have been married for many years and have several children. Ours is a strong, dynamic, loving relationship -- and if it weren't, I can assure you that you wouldn't be here, and I'd never even consider what I'm about to propose."

Mr. X nodded uncomfortably at Hugh. Hugh looked back, his face now frozen in an awkward half-smile, half-grimace.

"Cal, Mr. X is a man who I -- ." For the first time in the last twenty-four hours she felt herself struggling for words. "Well, 'met' implies something it shouldn't, and 'interacted with' sounds too impersonal, so let's say 'first became exposed to' -- last night."

"I've already given Mr. X a set of ground-rules. Are those still clear?"

Mr. X nodded.

She turned back to her husband.

"Now, to you, my dear. You and I are embarking on an experiment. As with any well designed experiment, this one has a set of protocols designed to ensure the integrity of the results. So I must also ask you to consider a set of ground-rules: First, only talk when I ask you a direct question, or to request clarification. Second, do not take any action without my asking you to do so. Third, whatever happens stays between the three of us. Fourth, if at any point you decide that you want this experiment to stop, say so. I will respect that and we need never speak of these things again."

She paused for his consideration, studying his face closely. It held traces of confusion, nervousness, and even anger, but dominating all of that was the devotion and trust she knew he felt for her.

"Agreed?"

"Yes, agreed." And then with a sigh he said, "Anyway, I'd die of curiosity if I didn't find out what you had cooked up in that dangerously pretty head of yours."

"Good. Now, it may be difficult for you, but I need you to listen to this next part with an open mind."

"What I've done, dear, is brought one of our mutual fantasies to life. Perhaps that was wrong, in which case -- well, I will be truly, deeply sorry, and will spend a good part of the next year making it up to you. But I know you very well, and I wouldn't have taken the risk I did if I didn't think you'd come to love me more because of it."

She noted in his posture a waning of aggression and a waxing of interest.

"The fantasies I have in mind are the ones in which I expose myself to a stranger."

"And", she said deliberately, gazing into his eyes, "that's exactly what I did last night. I showed the man sitting next to you my panties."

She could see the flood of sexual arousal wash over her husband as she spoke those words -- and a look close to awe come over his face as he processed what she had done. Yes, there was still confusion and worry in his face, but she now knew that the gamble had paid out.

"I first did that in a bar full of strangers, feigning an accidental exposure."

"Then later, to entice him to follow me here, I did it again, making sure that he saw that it was no accident."

"Then, finally, where we are sitting right now, I spread my legs open and showed my panties to him alone."

She watched, fascinated, at the effect her words were having on her husband. As she spoke, she could see a pronounced tent forming within his soft wool trousers.

"But more than that. I also... I showed him my pussy, Cal."

As she uttered these words, they both realized simultaneously that this statement could not be left without some response. Her husband had to say something, had to defend his territory, least he fall into the tiresome role of cuckold. She knew that neither of them wanted that. He spoke now.

"You shouldn't have done that, Mary -- not without at least talking to me first." It came out more understated than expected. And then -- wonder of wonders -- he began to laugh, and she found herself laughing with him, as they shared the sudden realization of how ridiculous his demand for consultation on just this one key point really was: "Sure honey, you're welcome to show your underwear to complete strangers, but I forbid you from showing the contents of said underwear without my prior consent."

Mr. X looked on in mild astonishment. For a few moments, he became the third wheel in a conversation that revealed a deep and lasting intimacy between the other two people in the room.

"I thought that doing that -- showing him my pussy -- was also a risk work taking. I thought it necessary to continue to get to where we are now. The real question is, are you sorry that I did that? Are you sorry that I showed him my pussy?"

He sat for a few moments, quite still. "I'm surprised to find that I can't say with certainty that I am."

She looked at him intently, a bit of cold calculation in her eyes. "Well, I am now going to prove to you that you wouldn't have been sorry. Because I'm going to do the same thing now, with you here. You'll have every opportunity to stop me, and then you will no longer be able to claim that you would have 'preferred that I didn't'."

And she began to raise the hem of her loose-fitting skirt up her thighs. She kept her legs together as she did so, so that this time there wasn't the opportunity to get a peek between her legs. This way whatever she did would be for the simultaneous benefit of both of her observers.

She kept pulling the skirt up, up and up, until the line of the hem reached seven or eight inches below her waist. She looked at her husband, who looked at her, at the other man in the room, back at her, and then gently nodded.

She raised her skirt further then; very, very slowly now; and the bottom corner of the triangle of her panties came into view. She stopped for a moment and looked at both men in turn -- saw the hard evidence of their excitement struggling against the confines of their pants.

She continued to pull her skirt up, slowly, so very slowly, revealing millimetre after millimetre of the fabric of her panties. Those panties contrasted very nicely with her french blue skirt and pale legs, she mused.

Even when her panties were fully revealed, she continued to pull her skirt up, until it was gathered up above her panties, until both men could see her soft naked belly resting above their small elastic waistband.

"Jesus", her husband said with a whispered, achy groan. "I can't believe you're actually doing this, Mary."

She gave him a warning look and put her index finger to her lips. Then she brought that same finger down in a graceful arc to the middle of her panties, running it down into the small gap formed between her legs and the bottom of her panties, and pressing into the flesh surrounding her clit. Pressing it hard, indulging her need to relieve some of the pressure that had been building up down there. God, she felt so horny. She'd never felt so much need. She felt an intense urge to throw her legs open, pull her panties aside and shove her fingers into her pussy right then and there.

But no, not yet. Every step in her plan was a step that must be taken. There could be no short-cuts, no giving in to the lure of instant gratification.

"Do you like this, baby?" She asked. "Do you like me sitting here exposing my panties in a hotel hallway, letting a complete stranger stare at them?"

He sat there, still stunned. She pushed further, loving the feeling of power that saying these words was giving her.

"Do you like having him see me touch myself?"

He mumbled something barely audible.

"Well, do you?"

He still seemed at a loss for words.

And now she let her tone take on a more commanding, almost mocking tone.

"Do you want me to touch myself more? Do you want me to spread my legs and rub my pussy? Or should we just forget the whole thing and go upstairs and fuck?"

Finally, he answered her.

"No", he said. "No, keep going. Do what you're going to do. What you've obviously been planning to do anyway."

So she spread her legs, not indecently, but enough that you could see the area of her panties that her pussy hid behind.

She'd chosen her panties not because they were her most sexy pair, or even because they played into the Innocent-Mother-I'd-Like-to-Fuck fantasies of her husband, but after careful consideration and experimentation. She'd spent part of the early afternoon in her hotel room pouring a capful of water on to each pair of her panties, looking for the colour that would best highlight any moisture. That colour turned out to be pale grey. The fabric of course was cotton, which would quickly wick the lubricating juice from between her lips up to where it could be seen. Now she could see that her planning had paid off. As she spread her legs blotches of wetness stood out clearly from her panties.

Her voice took on an even more teasing air.

"Do you like that? Do you like seeing how wet this makes me? Do you want me to tell Mr. X just how dirty I can be, while I provide a live demonstration?"

"Yes. You should tell him. Tell him what a dirty slut you are."

"I'm a slut, am I? You should know, I guess. You've seen me be a slut for you many times before, haven't you? But I've never been a slut for anyone else before. Now I am."

Then she turned to Mr. X.

"Do you like this? Do you like seeing my wet panties?"

He nodded.

"Of course you do. You'd like to see my pussy, see how wet it is, wouldn't you?"

He nodded more vigorously.

"But it isn't my pussy, it's my cunt. Because that's what a slut's pussy is called, isn't it?"

She wondered if this was all moving too hard, too fast. Perhaps they should have built up to this over a series of more gradual steps -- say, a little internet chat with a lucky stranger as a kind of a warm up exercise. But that seemed so pale in comparison to what she was doing right now. This was so much more intense than she could imagine that sort of impersonal, anonymous activity ever being.

God, she was getting off on talking to a stranger like this. The dirty talk turned her on almost as much as what she was doing. She had become completely consumed by her need to be seen now. Nothing could have stopped her at this moment -- even had her husband objected, she had to admit to herself.

She yanked her panties aside.

"There it is. You like that? Is that what you wanted to see? My hairy wet cunt lips? See how puffy and full they are? See how excited I am showing myself to you? I should stick my fingers in between them, huh? What would that make me?"