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Let me give you a quick recap of the story so far – William and I have been married for about 3 years and for the last 6 months or so I have been living the life of a whore.  Rashad is the man who released my sexual self and made me what I have become.  Yes, I know I am Rashad’s whore but don’t think I could ever go back to being the prim and proper wife I was before.  It started when William and my sex life began to get boring.  I mean, William is not a bad lover as men go, but he is not anything tremendously special either.  But he is a kind, considerate husband.  He is the one who suggested we play some games, his term, with me dressing seductively and exposing myself in public.  At first, of course, I thought the idea was ridiculous but eventually, the idea appealed to me.  The more I thought about it the more the thought of exhibitionism began to turn me on.  We always went out together, either to malls, restaurants or bars with music and a dance floor.  We would go back to our home afterwards and have pretty good sex.  But that got old after a short while too.  I began to wonder what it would be like to actually let another man have what I had been showing him.  I found the thought of being with a strange man a real turn on, but it took me a while to get the courage to go out on my own.  Well I had the opportunity.  You see, William has evening hospital rounds every week on Wednesdays and since we live a long way from the hospital and his office, he would stay over that night and come home the next evening.
On one of our outings William and I had passed a small night spot not too far from our home called simply ‘My Place’.  It looked interesting but we didn’t want to be too close to home when we played our games.  Well, I didn’t want to go too far from home by myself and, truthfully, this place didn’t look like a place anyone we knew would frequent.  I decided to wear one of my business suits with a white, sleeveless, tight, turtle neck top of very thin fabric (not quite sheer but close) under the jacket, no bra, short skirt, but not too short, panties, stay up stockings and pumps with moderately high heels.  The swell of my breasts was visible through the wide openings of the arm holes of my top and the shadow of my nipples were visible through the light fabric.  I was especially careful with my makeup – not too heavy but a little light blue eye shadow, some color for my cheeks, and pale pink lipstick.  I had been out with William wearing a lot less clothes and a lot more makeup but, by myself, I didn’t want to be too daring.  I had only a vague idea of what I would do when I got there.  I didn’t know what the place would look like inside.  I decided that if it didn’t look or feel right I would just turn around and leave. Â
I arrived about 10:00 PM, walked through the front door and looked around. Â It was dark with low level indirect lighting, a juke box or music system of some sort playing quietly in the background. Â As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior I could make out a dance floor with a few small tables surrounding it.
“Let me get thatâ€, a voice beside me said as I felt someone slide onto the seat next to me.  He offered a light for my cigarette.  Surprised, I accepted the light and turned to see who now sat beside me.
“Thanksâ€, I said, a little breathlessly.  I was looking at an extremely attractive black man, close cropped black hair, tall and well built.  His voice was so soft and his manner so friendly I didn’t feel threatened at all.  “You sort of snuck up on me thereâ€, I smiled. Â
“Well, didn’t mean to surprise you but it’s my business to make sure all attractive ladies in this place are taken care of properly. â€Â He smiled at me and I saw perfect white teeth in a beautiful chocolate face.  I mean – he was really a nice looking guy.  Shivers went up and down my spine as I tried to compose myself.  My wine came and the bartender asked if I wanted to run a tab.  I replied that I did and took a small sip of the wine.
“You know those things will kill youâ€, he said, pointing to my cigarette lying in the ash tray between us. Â
“I knowâ€, I said, “I’m going to quit again one of these days, but not tonightâ€.  Sitting there without my jacket on, I could tell my nipples were rigid and very apparent through the tight material of my top.  He smiled that smile again and said “I know how that is.  I quit a hundred times before I finally quit for good. †That smile was infectious. Â
“So tell me – what brings a good looking lady like you out to a place like this all by your lonesome?â€Â
“Well,†I replied, “My husband had a business appointment and I wanted to go out, and since he couldn’t take me, I just decided to go on my own. â€Â Did that sound too naïve? Yes, probably.  He smiled again.
“So, you’re married.  Not in business for yourself are you?†he asked.  What? Business for myself?Â
“Nooooâ€, I slowly answered, “I’m not sure I know what you mean ‘business for myself’â€.
“Please, I don’t mean to offend you and you don’t look like a professional but I don’t allow solicitation in here and I need to make sure.  That’s all I meant.  Again I apologize if I offended you in any way.
“Oh, Jeeze, you thought I might be a – a hooker?†I said, my mouth hanging open.  “But I guess I can see how you might thinks so.  I mean I am alone and at the bar and probably look like I needed company.  Well, I may need company, but not that kind right nowâ€, I said looking into my wine glass and taking another, longer sip.
“You are obviously not a street walker.  We do get a few of those in here from time to time but after talking with you I don’t think you’re that typeâ€, he said with emphasis on ‘that type’. He smiled again, his expression saying ‘but I know your type’.  I marveled at how easy it was to talk to him.  We were sitting with our seats swiveled to face each other and my skirt had ridden up a little and I was showing a lot of leg.  But my legs were primly together and I tried to be the picture of innocence.  I don’t think I succeeded.  Â
“My name is Rashadâ€, he said softly as he placed his hand on my knee and leaned closer.  “I own this place and want all my customers to feel at home here.  Especially ladies that look as good as you.  What’s your name if you don’t mind telling meâ€.
I felt myself get wet.  I know I was blushing but hopefully the dim lighting hid that.  “I - I’m Kelleyâ€, I stammered.  He didn’t move his hand and I could feel it’s heat through my stocking clad leg.  “Thanks for the complimentâ€.  I finished my wine and Rashad signaled the bartender and asked for two more glasses of wine.
“Do you mind if we talk a bitâ€, he asked. “I think I need to get to know you better†he said as his hand did move just a bit, rubbing up my thigh from my knee, just a few inches, then back again. Â
He continued to rub slowly as I replied, “No, I wouldn’t mind.  I think you’re a nice guy and I think I might like to get to know you a little better too. â€Â Did I say that, to a man I had just met who had his hand on my leg? I was getting hotter and hotter here by the minute and didn’t know where this was going, but didn’t want it to stop just yet.  He moved his seat just a bit closer and as our wine came he began stroking my arm in a sensual fashion, slowly and with just the slightest touch, from shoulder to elbow and back.  The bartender seemed to ignore both of us, but as he left the wine and moved back down the bar I saw a smile playing on his lips. Â
“So, Kelley girl, tell me about yourselfâ€.  And I did.
He smiled that damned smile again, and I found myself melting as his hand lingered, now on my chest under my left breast.  His hand moved slowly upward to cup it softly, rubbing in a slow circular motion.  My eyes closed and I took small jerky breaths.  “Pleaseâ€, I said.
He continued to massage my breast through my top for a few more seconds, then moved his hand to my lap.  Now rubbing the top of my thigh, again slowly and softly, he said, “Kelley, you don’t know it yet but you are going to get to know me a lot better I think.  I think I know you pretty well now and I think --- well.  You have taken it this far on your own and, I hope, realize that you don’t need William to protect you.  At least not from me.  I know you’re not ready tonight, but I hope you will be back.   In fact I will expect you back – what did you say William’s schedule was – rounds every Wednesday?â€Â I nodded mutely. Â
“From what you tell me of William, I think he might enjoy taking your games to the next level, and then perhaps to another level beyond that,†he said as I looked at him with a confused expression. Â
“What do you mean ‘the next level’,†I asked.  His hands were moving higher and higher, pushing my skirt up so that my panties were visible between my legs.
“Well, you said your games consisted mainly of you being simply an exhibitionist, correct?†I nodded.  “And you never really got involved with any other men other than letting them look, right?â€Â Again I nodded.  “The next level, Kelley girl, is to let William see you with another man – no, no.  I don’t mean have sex with another man – at least not yet,†he chuckled.  “I think the next time you go out to play your little games you should go to a place called the ‘Shadow Lounge’.  Know where that is?â€Â I nodded again.  “I can guarantee that a nice looking guy will come over and ask you to dance.  You should accept the invitation and give William a nice show with this guy.  Dance real close, let him have some liberal gropes of your ass and – what ever other places might be available.  Once you start to dance with this guy, just do what feels right. â€Â
His hands had been moving on me the entire time he was telling me this. Â He had pushed my legs apart so he could rub the inside of my thigh. Â As he finished talking, he let his hand brush against the front of my panties. Â He rubbed up and down a few times and I know he felt my wetness.
“How do you know a guy will ask me to dance?â€Â I asked.
“Leave that to me.  No, it won’t be me but I’ll ask one of my friends to do it.  Don’t worry, he’s completely trustworthy and you needn’t worry that he would cause any trouble.  The whole idea will be to see how William reacts to this situation.  Do we have a deal?â€Â he asked. Â
I nodded, this time managing a strangled “Y – Yes.  I think so.  I guess I will know for sure Saturday.  When we go out, playing games, that’s usually the night. Right now I think I will, but I don’t know how I’ll feel when you stop touching me. â€
“Just remember me, and maybe you’ll know it’s right for you to do this.  You wanted to spice things up, didn’t you.  What better way, hmm?â€Â
I was so flustered, I pulled away and turned back to the bar.  “I really think I should go now,†I said, slowly and shakily standing.
“Sure, Kelley,†he said as we both stood.
Dumbly I nodded and gathered my things.  I fumbled in my purse for money to pay my tab.  “Forget it, Kelley girl.  This night is on me.  It has been a pleasure to talk with you and I will look forward to our next meeting. â€Â With that he turned and walked through a door at the back of the bar. Â
I picked up my jacket and put it on, gathered my things and left on unsteady feet.
As I walked to my car I was very aware that I was as wet between my legs as I had ever been.
When William arrived home Thursday evening, I was dressed a tank top and a pair of short shorts that I know he likes.  I met him with a hug and a sensual kiss that surprised even me.  Perhaps I was feeling a little guilty but mostly I was just horny as hell.  I needed sex after my night out.  I whispered in his ear “I want you, right nowâ€, licked his ear, then took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.  I began by undressing him, then, kneeling before him, I took him in my mouth.  I sucked and laved my tongue around his dick as he became fully erect.  He was moaning and humping my mouth.
William left for the office around 7:00 the next morning.  I feigned sleep until he left.  As he left the bedroom he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.  I almost cried.  I knew what I was going to do next Wednesday and felt guilty already, but couldn’t get Rashad out of my mind. Â
Friday night when William arrived home - I was distant.  I told him I didn’t feel well, that he had sapped all my energy the night before.  Saturday came and he suggested going out and play a game or two.
I agreed, thinking ‘he wants a game – well that’s what he’s going to get. ’ With one of my standard outfits on, and with no panties, I left with William around 8:00.  We drove right by Rashad’s place and I, nonchalantly I thought, commented that it looked like an interesting place and that we should maybe try it sometime.  William dismissed the idea.  The place was too close to home.  We had decided, at my suggestion, to go to the ‘Shadow Lounge’.  We arrived there about 45 minutes after leaving home.  We went through our usual routine with me flashing my bare crotch as I slid into our booth, taking off my jacket and, with the top I had on, making it obvious that I wore no bra.  We danced to a few slow songs with William holding my ass as I sensuously ground my pelvis into him.  In the middle of the second dance with William, I glanced at the bar and saw Rashad sitting there watching us.  He was with another guy and he smiled and nodded as he saw me recognize him.  He said something to his friend as he turned away.  As the song ended, I stumbled and William caught me “Anything wrong, Kelley?†he asked. Â
“No,†I said, “just a little turned on after that dance. â€Â We sat back down.
“Kelley, are you doing what I think you are doing?†William whispered.
“What do you think I’m doing William?†I asked with an innocent expression, continuing to play with myself.  I noticed Rashad bend over and say something to his friend, then saw him start to make his way to our booth.  I pulled my hand from under the table and closed my legs, primly.  Then, looking at William, licked my fingers. Â
The guy was black, big and well built.  Not bad looking, but no Rashad.  He approached our booth and, looking directly at me, said “Pretty lady, would you like to dance?â€Â A slow song had come on the sound system.  I looked at William, and before he could say anything, said “Sure, why not,†and got up.  As I was led to the dance floor, I looked at William over my shoulder.
As we started to dance the guy put both arms around me, pulling me close.  My arms, with nowhere else to go, went under his arms around his back.  With his mouth close to my ear, he whispered, “I’m Mike, you’re Kelley, right? “ I nodded, my face pressed into the hollow of his neck.
“We’re gonna have some fun tonight!†he chuckled. I grinned as we slowly turned around the floor.  His hand moved lower, down my back, pressed my hips into him.  I didn’t resist, just moved with him.  As the music played, he turned my back to our booth, so William could see what he was doing.  He moved his hand lower, massaged my ass a little and pulled me tighter against him.  I could feel the start of his erection pressing just below my stomach.  I moved against him and felt myself getting wetter.  As the music played he swirled me around and dipped me backwards.  I wasn’t ready for it and sort of stumbled a little but he held me, his left hand now behind me, supporting me and his right hand on my ass.
“Hook your leg around my leg. †He whispered in my ear.  I did and he moved his hand to my ass again.  We were right next to our booth and my back was to William, and I knew that he could see what was happening.  We were barely moving on the dance floor.  With my skirt hiked up Mike moved his hand to cup both ass cheeks and I could feel his fingers probing between them.  He pulled my left cheek upward and I knew my glistening pussy was open to William’s view.  Then Mike moved his hand lower and actually inserted a finger in me from behind.  Then I felt more fingers fill me. It felt wonderful and I almost lost it.  I humped against him with one leg wrapped around him and his hand supporting me upright.  His fingers moved in and out of me, Somehow one long finger reached further, rubbing my clit up and down from behind.
Mike stood behind me, his arms around my waist.  I looked at William.  His eyes were riveted to the spot between my legs.  From his position sitting in the booth he could see my exposed pussy, wet and glistening with my juices.  “William, this is my new friend, Mike,†I said.  “Mike, meet my husband, William. â€Â
As I made the introductions Mike slid one hand down the front of my body to my cunt again, the other went up to cup my left breast.  Standing with my back pressed against him I again could again feel the bulge of his cock, this time pressing against my ass.  As he played with me there in front of my husband he said, “Nice to meet you, Kelley’s husband.  You certainly do have a sweet wife.  Yes sir, and she has one of the sweetest pussies I’ve ever tasted. â€Â And with that comment he removed the fingers from my cunt and raised them to my mouth.  I could smell my raw sex smell on his fingers and reached my tongue to lick his fingers.  He stuck two into my mouth and I sucked on them as he continued to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples.  Damn, he was turning me on again.
I stared at William and he stared back with his mouth hanging open. “Son of a bitch!â€Â he said, “You sure spiced up our games that time? What the hell got into you?â€
“William, such language!†I said, smiling and feigning shock.  “You’ve been complaining that what we were doing was becoming boring, right?â€Â William nodded, even though I knew I was the one who had complained first.  I leaned toward him.  “Well, I’m not bored anymore.  How about you? Did it turn you on to see a stranger all but fuck your wife right on the dance floor in front of you.  See him pull up my skirt, finger my pussy and ass hole, squeeze my tits, kiss me, make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum without you, or someone, fucking me? Of course it did.  I could see it in your face and I can see it now.  You loved it.  And so did I.  Now get me the hell out of here, take me home and I’m gonna fuck your balls off!â€Â I grinned at him.
He looked at me with a puzzled expression.  “OK,†he said. “After that little show I’m ready for most anything.  Let me get the waitress’s eye and get our bill. â€Â I leaned back and just looked at William.  Neither of us said another word until the waitress came with the bill.  I gathered my things, put on my jacket as William paid the bill. Â
As we walked out I glanced at Rashad.  He was watching us and smiled as he saw me look his way.  He nodded and pointed to his chest, as if to say ‘will I see you Wednesday?’.  I smiled back and nodded. Â
The rest of the days until Wednesday crawled by.  William and I had pretty good sex that night after returning home but my mind wasn’t with William.  It was a few miles down the road, fantasizing that it was Mike, or Rashad, that was fucking me, whose cock I was sucking.  We had sex one other time before Wednesday but I’m sure he could tell I wasn’t fully into it.
Wednesday finally came and as William left for the office he told me to take it easy and rest.  He thought I was just tired.  Well, I was, tired of waiting for this day to come.  I kissed him and told him I would.  As he left my mind turned to Rashad and Mike, as it had so many times since the last Wednesday.  I had dreamed of Rashad’s smile, his soft touch and relived that kiss many times since, fantasizing when William was fucking me that he was Rashad, or Mike.  Well, tonight I hoped to make that fantasy real. Â
I was especially careful getting ready to go that evening.  I put on several outfits before deciding on relatively demure sleeveless blouse under a light sweater, a mid thigh skirt, thigh high stay up stockings and heels.  I brushed my long straight hair till it shone, applied modest makeup, a little eye shadow, blush, pale lipstick.  No bra of course.  I debated about panties and decided on a thong.  Dressed, I looked at myself in the full length mirror.  ‘OK ‘, I thought to myself, ‘You’re as ready as you will ever be.
I left the house around 9:00 PM, driving slowly savoring the anticipation.  I parked the car and walked, a little unsteadily, to the door, took a deep breath and entered.  The place was just as I remembered it.  I noticed about the same number of people at tables and at the bar.  I made my way to the bar, same seat I had been in the last time, looking for Rashad.  I couldn’t see him anywhere and was a little worried that he might not be there.  But he knew if I was coming back that it would be this night.  The bartender came and said “White wine, right?â€
“Yes, sure,†I said, as I removed my sweater. “You have a pretty good memory. â€
“Always remember a pretty lady,†he said with a grin as he moved off to get my drink. Â
I felt before I saw Rashad slip onto the stool beside me. Â He had already lit a cigarette and offered it to me. Â I looked at him as I accepted the cigarette and took a deep drag from it.
“Like I told you, I try to make sure all the beautiful ladies are taken care of,†he said with, of course, that wonderful smile of his.  “Glad you decided to come back.  I thought you would, especially after running into you the other night.  I assume that was William you were with?â€
“Yes – yes, that was Williamâ€Â I said, trying to slow my breathing to a manageable level.
“Nice looking guy.  Does he take care of you?†he asked.
“So far he has,†I replied. My wine came and I immediately took a large swallow.
Rashad placed his hand on my knee as he had before.  That same light touch.  “Sit here and relax, Kelley,†he said.  “I have to go in the back for a little bit.  Drink your wine and I’ll be back for you.
I sat there smoking and drinking my wine, wondering what he meant by ‘I’ll be back for you. ’ Before I knew it I had drunk three glasses and the bartender was bringing my fourth.  Finally Rashad reappeared at my elbow.  “Feeling a little more at ease?†he asked.  I nodded and turned to face him.  Again he placed his hand on my knee and began that slow rub.  I could feel the wine and decided I probably shouldn’t have any more.  After all, I had to drive home later, or so I thought at the time.  Rashad moved his hands to my side and began that stroking movement, up under my arm and down to my waist.  Then up to cup my breast. Â
“Nice,†he said. “I like this blouse more than the other one, I can feel your tit through it better.  Do you always go braless? You should you know.  You have such nice tits.  You certainly don’t need one.
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