Green Light for a Hot Wife Ch. 02

I noticed that Vernon was the only midshipman missing from the pile. As I looked to where Dave was sitting I observed that Vernon and my husband were deep in conversation.

My first thought is that Vernon isn't into this scene. Maybe this forty-something hot wife isn't his cup of tea?

I felt a little let down at that thought. Dave caught me looking, he pointed to the writhing half naked pile of midshipmen wrestling on the floor and mouthed the word, "NAVY." We both laughed.

Four hundred and fifty-eight dollars was the first bid. "Stand down plebe, don't be so fucking insulting to our guest," Mark bellowed.

He stepped forward and stood tall over his mates. Mark had to be at least 6'3" with the body of a swimmer. I bit my lip just looking at those broad shoulders. He wore only a pair of bikini briefs and I couldn't help but notice his prominent package. He was strutting around triumphantly waving a big wad of bills high over his head.

With great fanfare Mark announced, "I am holding here in my hand ... Six hundred American dollars." The room erupted in cheers and jeers as Mark stepped toward me to collect his bounty.

I made a show of carefully counting the money. It was all show because I couldn't focus with that package so easily in reach. "We have a winner," I announced with great fanfare as Mark's friends showered him with cheers and jeers.

I was pleased that Mark won the mock battle for my services. It was Mark started this whole thing rolling at the pool earlier.

When Mark dropped his shorts he appeared to be a shower, not a grower, with a perfectly shaped cock that had a huge mushroom shaped head. He was semi-hard. My pussy was burning with desire.

Someone turned up the stereo. I placed one of the couch pillows and Mark lies prone on the floor with the pillow under his head. I stood over him, straddling him, and started gyrating my hips.

I moved over his head and his eyes bore into my sex. I turned around to give him a complete view of my ass.

I move to his feet, lower myself to the floor, and slowly start kissing my way up his legs. I intend to reward my hero richly for being triumphant in battle. I kiss my way up his leg. I trailed my tongue along the sensitive skin of his tender inner thigh and watched as that beautiful phallus grew.

I lay prone between his outspread legs and I start placing kisses on his nut sack. I haven't touched his cock yet but couldn't help but notice that it was looking obscenely long and hard.

Having that cock right in front of my face as I suck in the salty sweetness of his ball sack sends shivers through me. I'm transformed.

Sometimes I'm not sure what comes over me. As a younger woman, and even an adolescent in puberty, it caused me a lot of confusion and pain. I'm a nice girl, I grew up in a nice family, in a nice neighborhood. I consider myself to have high moral standards. But the truth of the matter is that sometimes I just feel like being nasty.

My husband knows about my thinly repressed slut. I think he sensed it from the moment we met. Sometimes I have wondered if that's what Dave really loves in me.

I have a healthy libido and I enjoy sex. But sometimes, when the stars line up right and the mood strikes me, I like to get nasty. I like to put on a show. To this point in my marriage those extra-libidinious moments meant nasty talk, toys, and Dave taking pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.

I was feeling the that urge to let it all hang out. As if I wasn't already acting slutty enough! There I was, laying in the middle of the floor tonguing some guys nut sack while my husband and a bunch of midshipman watch, and I'm wanting to take it to the next level.

I lifted Mark's silky ball sack and start placing kisses on his perineum. Little pecks at first and then wet sloppy kisses that slurp at his taint. He's wide eyed straining to see my face buried underneath his sack. When I meet his gaze he looks away. It's too much for some men.

I try to push Mark's thighs back so I can burrow further with my tongue but Mark resists. I persist and attempt to push my tongue forward. I'm hungry for the forbidden. I've climbed to new heights and now the thrill seeker in me needs to free jump from that height.

But some of us have our limits. Who knows why one person finds the ultimate pleasure in the same thing that turns someone else off. Mark's not the right partner to fully let go with. "That's ok," I reason, "there'll be other opportunities to lose myself."

The realization that I was already thinking in terms of 'next times' caused my breath to catch in my throat as I think, "Someone's going to get addicted if she's not careful."

Turning back to that beautiful cock in front of me I'm ready to put it to good use. I haven't had a full fledged orgasm yet and I feel a growing need. I rise up on my knees between his legs and start running my hands up and down Mark's shaft. "Sweetie, I need you to put on a condom because I need a good fucking. Ok?" I ask.

Mark must have been an Eagle Scout because he was prepared with a condom in place in record time. I used my mouth to bring back his full rigid erection.

All eyes were on me as I straddled Mark's lap, reached down and guided his long cock into my steamy pussy. He was longer than Dave, not quite as thick, but the head of his cock was huge.

I was sooo hot and ready. It took very little effort to impale myself on his full length. Sparks shot through me when our pelvises mashed together and I knew that I had taken his entire length. With him completely inside me I began to glide up and down.

"Ohhhhh yes... that's it...more... deeper, oh jeez, oh God, oh... oh... oh..., fuck yes, fuck me harder." I buried my face in that broad chest.

After several minutes of riding him I began gyrating my hips, thrusting them front and back, moving him inside my hungry pussy.

Mark was satisfying himself by squeezing and sucking on my nipples. "Suck harder," I told him, sliding up and down on him with a growing urgency.

"I'm going to cum," he announced, both hands pulling on my nipples. Eager for my own orgasm I hurried my pace on his cock.

Mark let loose with a gasp. His body tightened with an orgasm that seemed to last forever. His leg muscles flexing and relaxing with each spurt. Unfortunately, for me it was just before I reached my own orgasm.

Breathing hard I slid off his shrinking manhood. I was flushed with excitement and covered with a sheen of perspiration. I scanned the room looking ... looking, for what exactly? My mind was a jumble of thoughts.

I was looking for the best candidate to give me the orgasm I so desperately craved. Vernon was still sitting next to my husband and I realized that since our chance meeting at the pool earlier Vernon was really the one I wanted.

I saw something earlier, something I wanted, but as I watched he got up and walked to the bedroom without even looking at me.

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself. One minute I was at an amazing sexual crescendo, poised to go to a whole new world. Now, I'm realizing that aside from the thrill, I'm being left high and dry.

"Break time fellas, give her a minute," Dave said in an authoritative voice. I was so focused on Mark that the world had slipped away. I hadn't noticed the pack of young lions circling for their shot at the queen. The big lion shooed them away.

I went to Dave and kneeled at his feet. He caressed my head and smoothed my tussled hair. "Baby, I need to cum...," my voice trailed off, pleading.

"Im sure you will," Dave responded evenly.

"Soon?" I whined.

Dave gave me a penetrating look, "What do you want Audrey?"

"I wanna cum," I said in a pleading voice.

"Baby, if you're just looking to cum we can go back to the room. I packed the Hitachi wand. That'll get you off and it'll be a lot easier on your hair and makeup." That made me chuckle even as it made me self consciously want to run to a mirror.

What I wanted was more than just an orgasm, that was true, but that desire existed as little more than a vague sense of longing and I found it impossible to put words to it. Yes, I always wanted something a little more than I could grasp at. Even the most mind shattering sex left me thinking there was something more that I might be missing. But what?

"Through that door over there," Dave pointed to the bedroom Vernon had entered, "I'm sure you can find an orgasm. Or, you might find what it is that you actually came here looking for."

"I don't know what I'm looking for, I don't know to where to find it," I said, frustrated.

"What were you looking for when you tried to toss Mark's salad?" Dave asked softly.

His words lashed me and I lowered my head in shame. "You noticed that?" I asked.

"Notice it? I have the video of it on my iPhone of if you're interested," he joked.

I wasn't in a joking mood. I was embarrassed. Dave put his finger under my chin and lifted my face until I reluctantly met his gaze.

"Audrey, you didn't come here tonight to have a good orgasm. You came here to release something deeper. You have a sexual imagination that scares you. You came here to face the thing that scares you, to face your demons, to let Audrey the slut come out and play."

"How is that supposed to be a good thing?" I asked. I was becoming emotional, on the verge of tears. This was so much fun when it was purely physical. Thinking about it was turning it into a downer.

"Listen," Dave said, "for most people it's not desirable. They have very little imagination or no appetite." But then are those that have sexual imaginations and appetites but go through life suppressing and repressing their urges. They are ashamed or afraid of their sexuality."

"So? I say impatiently."

My husband went on, "There's a reason that half of all marriages end in divorce and why cheating is rampant." At this very moment outside along the boardwalk some uptight and repressed family man is out trolling the public restrooms looking for a dick to suck or a hooker to turn a trick. And the real tragedy is that that guy is putting himself at risk of arrest, robbery, or blackmail when he could be home doing the same thing if he would be just be honest with himself and have a partner who is on the same page. I don't want to lose you because either of us have to act out our appetites in secret."

"That's just horny people fucking each other," I said sullenly.

After a long pause Dave responded, "That's true of most of these guys tonight. This is the kinkiest scene they'll ever be a part of. But for you Baby, tonight is about exploring a part of yourself that we've both been curious about for a long time. "Enough talk," he said, "do you want to just have an orgasm or do want to let that little slut come out and play in a big way?"

"Honey, haven't I already been a complete slut?" I asked acidly.

A smile spread across my Dave's face and he said, "Yea, and it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. I've never been attracted to you as I am right now."

In that moment I fell even deeper in love with my husband. I have a man who isn't afraid of my libido. I smiled knowing that I really want to be a hot wife and nasty slut for my husband. Not because I'm doing it for him, but because it works for both of us. I feel liberated.

Dave pointed to the bedroom door, "You can take door number one," and then pointing to the exit door out to the hallway, "or you can take door number two?"

I can't stop smiling. Dave is making this fun and I'm excited by what awaits me behind the bedroom door. I don't have to say that, my loving husband reads it in my smile.

Dave tells the guys, "we'll be back in a bit," took my hand and led the way to bedroom where Vernon awaited.

To be continued ...