Chapter 3: Rising Action
What can I say? The rest of the day was, in all sense of the word, great! Shari and I enjoyed each other's company immensely. It was so interesting. After sharing in mutual masturbation, there was a sense of freedom I had never felt before. We played games, laughed, told stories, and there was nothing personal that wasn't shared.
"So, what's your ultimate sexual fantasy?" Shari asked casually, as we sat and played a game of "Uno."
Interestingly, I didn't even hesitate to answer. "Well, I'd say probably a threesome with my wife and another hottie; that is besides mutual masturbation with another hot woman . . . whoops, I guess that's no longer a fantasy!" I joked, winking at her.
"How about you?" I asked her, wondering.
I had never been so straightforward with anyone else about this before, and especially not in the company of someone who was not my wife. I could feel the pulse in my neck as I held my breath, waiting for her response.
Shari thought for a moment, a playful glint in her eyes. She hesitated briefly before answering with a soft chuckle, "Honestly, I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a guy and another woman."
I was taken aback by her admission. I raised a playful eyebrow, curious now.
"Really?" "So, a threesome with another woman? Sounds like someone else's fantasy." I laughed at the thought. Though in the back of my mind, I was freaking out at the thought.
Shari's admission piqued my curiosity and made my heart race a bit faster. "So, uh, have you ever been with a woman?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"No, still a virgin in that department." she admitted with a chuckle. "I'm really not interested in other women . . . in that way. I'm completely heterosexual. It just seems so appealing. More curious, than anything, I guess."
Knowing there was no boundaries anymore, I then pushed, "so, any woman that has piqued your interest?"
"Well, maybe I should ask you instead, do you have any suggestions?" She asked playfully.
"Are you getting at something?" I curiously asked. "I thought we were all about being completely honest here."
She chuckled quite seductively. "I think you know exactly what I mean."
Shari leaned closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I've seen the pics on facebook. She's a runner. I'm a runner. I think we'd be a perfect fit. Of course, we already know you and I are."
My heart raced as I tried to process her proposition. "Well," I stammered, attempting to maintain my composure. "I can't imagine that she'd ever go for something like this. I can't even get her to sit with me naked."
A cautious smile played at the corners of Shari's lips. "What would you think if we came up with a plan?"
Shari asked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and excitement.
I swallowed cautiously, but couldn't help feeling drawn in by her enthusiasm. "I'm not sure that I'm so down with this. Like I told you, you and I can't . . . "
Shari interrupted, surprising me with her answer. "You can't without her approval, you mean."
I was paused in thought. "Is that how it works?" I thought cautiously.
"Are you saying that as long as she's good with it, it's not really cheating?" I asked, cautiously.
"Well, if she's joining in, I'd say that's a big duh; and since we're being so open with each other, I'd really like get ahold of that cock of yours . . . legally. Oh, wow, did I just say that!" She had actually surprised herself. "I'm sorry. That was over the line."
I didn't even know how to respond. If I was completely honest, which we were claiming to be at this moment, I'd tell her "I agree wholeheartedly. I so want to grab that hot body and ravage every part of it!"
"I agree." Those were the actual words that came out.
"You agree that I was over the line?" She asked, as her eyes seemed to look a bit shiny, like she was about to cry.
"No, I agree . . . I'd like you to get ahold of this cock." Now I was the one surprised at my response
"Oh wow," she responded. "I think we might need to calm down here, or we might regret it." She cautiously, yet nervously giggled. "At this point, we may need to masturbate again." She added, as the giggling continued.
I wasn't real sure how serious she was. It had only been a few hours. Now, the sexual attention had gone up quite a few notches. "Well, you know what . . . why not?" I responded confidently.
"Seriously," she responded, surprised. "Honestly, I thought what we did was a one time thing. After all, we really need to be careful about playing with the proverbial fire here."
"Damn the fire!" I found myself saying. We both laughed together at that one. But even as we laughed, I saw her fingers already at her clit, tickling it gently.
"Let's go to the couch," she said, with now full lust in her eyes. I obliged quickly. This time we decided to sit next to each other. I started to touch my cock. That's when she surprisingly stopped me.
"Let's try something different," she suggested. "You told me about your 'unique masturbation material.' Sorry, maybe you shouldn't have been SO honest." She snickered.
The masturbation material was my wife. Many years ago, she had entertained my desire to take pics of her naked. She had also strip teased to music. I had recorded her. She was quite the dancer; actually, she had been a zumba dance instructor. She really knew how to shake and move that body. I could say, honestly, she was the best erotic dancer I had ever seen. She had made me promise that all of that had been deleted. Well, though I always told her the truth. That was one time, I just couldn't. It was way too valuable to me.
"Ok, so what are you going to show me?" She asked, with full lust in her voice.
"So let me get this straight? You and I are going to watch a video of my wife strip teasing, while we masturbate together." I couldn't believe what was happening.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." She honestly answered. "Where do you think I got the idea for a threesome with you and Jane. You talked up these videos so much. It got me excited."
I was already on the computer pulling up the first dance video. I had never shown anyone else these videos.
It felt so surreal watching my wife on the screen, stripping and dancing, while sitting next to my naked childhood crush. But despite that, watching her move to the rhythm of the music brought back memories of our early, carefree days together.
Shari watched quietly, her eyes fixed on the screen. Her breathing began to quicken, and I couldn't help but notice the moisture forming between her legs. Cautiously, she reached for herself and matched her movements to the music, her eyes still on the screen.
I was transfixed by the sight before me.
My wife looked so tempting, so inviting as she moved to the beat of the music. The memories of our youth came flooding back, and I felt a surge of desire for her like never before. From what it looked, Shari was feeling the same way.
On the screen, Jane shed the pink dress that she was in. All she had on now, as she danced erotically to the music was her bra and panties. Shari was breathing quite heavy now, as she fingered her clit.
"My gosh, she is so hot!" Shari moaned.
Jane slowly shed the bra and panties, now dancing seductively, completely nude. Shari was so caught up in the moment that through complete and total lust filled fervor, she quickly grabbed my cock and started jerking it feverishly. It shocked me, but I could barely think, as I reached over and played with her clit. We were now masturbating each other feverishly, as my wife danced seductively in front of us. It was if she was cheering us on, in our lust filled masturbation foray.
My heart was racing. I watched Shari, groaning uncontrollable, with her mouth open, licking the air, as I pleasured her clit with one finger and her pussy lips with the others. Her hands trembled, as she finally let go of my cock. I matched her movements, my own body tensing with ecstasy. I managed to hold back until I saw her tip over the edge, and then released myself into my hand.
As we panted together, our bodies spent and reeling from our recent activities, I realized that something had changed between Shari and me. What had originally been a fun, yet slightly risqué escape from reality had transformed into a deeper connection.
We had crossed a boundary neither of us had previously imagined, and yet, here we were, lying next to each other on the couch, having experienced an intense intimacy that transcended our newfound "friendship".
"Wow," Shari whispered, breaking the silence that followed our shared release. She turned to me, her lips curling into a soft smile. "That was something else."
I nodded in agreement, still trying to process what had just happened. I felt a curious mix of guilt, excitement, and a sense of relief that I hadn't felt in years.
"We really need her to come around." She said, still lost in the afterglow of ecstasy.
I have to admit. I was surprised at her response, but found myself agreeing.
"Now, what do you say we go shower off?" She said, as a matter of fact.
"Umm . . . " I started to quietly protest.
"Oh stop it!" She said emphatically. "We've spent the day naked together and just now mutually masturbated each other to your wife's personal strip show. We're not going to have sex. I think a shower together is definitely within reason."
Well, I had to admit, her logic was sound. But unfortunately, in hindsight, the shower was probably a bit too much.
As we stood there, under the hot water, I couldn't help but feel a level of intimacy I hadn't felt with anyone, except my wife. I'm not talking about the sexual side of things, but rather the emotional connection we had developed. It was unexpected, but it felt downright intoxicating.
Shari's eyes met mine, and in that moment, I saw a hint of sadness in them. It was as if she realized that this moment was fleeting, that our little escape from reality could not last forever.
I hesitated before pulling her in close, wrapping my arms around her. She rested her head on my chest, her warm breath tickling my skin.
"I don't want this to end," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
"Neither do I." I replied, my own throat tightening with emotion.
We stood there for a while longer, lost in our own thoughts. Eventually, the water began to cool, bringing us back to reality. With a sigh, Shari pulled away and reached for the soap.
She began lathering up, her eyes never leaving mine as she began washing herself. I couldn't help but watch, my gaze lingering on the curves of her body. I felt my own arousal stirring again, but I pushed it aside. This wasn't the time or place for that.
Once we had finished showering, we dried off. As we headed back to the living room, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in my chest. I knew that our little escape from reality couldn't last forever. How could this be. I was falling for her.
"Stop it!" I thought. "You're married!"
"You're married." It was as if she had read my mind. "I'm sorry. I didn't plan on this. I thought we could just have a good, fun time. This turned into something more."
"I gotta go," she said, as I could see tears swelling up. "I'm not going to be the other woman. The one that breaks up a good marriage. It's been so fun."
She walked up and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Have a great time on the rest of your Nude-Cation," and as quick as she had come into my life, she was out the door and gone. I hadn't even had time to respond.