Adultery A Swinging Odyssey by Pimanko-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I know," she replied and then realized what he meant. He was asking for sex.

The haze of sensuousness filling Aiko's mind suddenly dissipated. "You're making me hot too, Stan, but Pimmel and I agreed to stick with the yellow wristbands. We won't change them unless we both agree. As turned on as I am, I'm not sure I want to go any further. It's our first time here."

"Ah, come on," he said in a complaining tone, "don't be so uptight."

It was a poor choice of words. Aiko had offered him a polite no. He had brushed it off.

"That's enough, Stan!" she exclaimed. Now she was clearly annoyed, the pleasure she was enjoying only a few moments ago completely evaporated. "I have to go the lady's room."

"Okay, Manko," Stan said realizing he had overplayed his hand.

'I'm wearing a yellow wristband for God's sake,' Aiko thought. 'Doesn't he know what yellow means?' Then she calmed down. 'I shouldn't be so harsh. This place is all about sex after all. And the truth is I liked what he was doing to me. It felt good. Obviously, he got worked up too. Still, yellow is yellow!'

Aloud she said, "I'm sorry, Stan. We're wearing yellow wristbands. You made feel good and sexy, but I'm not ready to go as far as you want me to go."

"Sorry," Stan said and walked away.

Aiko redid her buttons.

Gerald had noticed the altercation. Concerned for his wife he ended his fondling of Linda.

"What happened?" Gerald asked solicitously as they sat down.

"Nothing to really worry about. Stan just got a little pushy in his search for pussy. I got annoyed. So I stopped it."

"Okay, hon, but I had the impression he was turning you on."

Aiko blushed. "Yeah, he turned me on alright but then he turned me off when he wanted to go beyond what you and I had agreed to."

Gerald held her hand for several minutes until he felt her relax again.

"Are you okay now?" Gerald asked.

Aiko smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay now."

"Good. Satisfy my curiosity," he said obviously changing the subject. "Tell me what you were feeling and thinking until he screwed it up." Gerald said. "I'd like to know. Be truthful. Remember rule 2."

"Okay," she croaked. "As I said, he turned me on. I liked the way his hands explored my body. It excited me, a lot. Satisfied?"

"What excited you?" he inquired. The skilfulness of his hands or the idea that a stranger was exploring your body?"

"A bit of both," Aiko replied.

"Did you get wet?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

She turned her face away and blushed. Aiko had a strong sense of modesty. "Yeah, but you already know that, don't you."

"Yes, I know that but I wanted you to say it," he said. "And what else were you thinking?" he probed "The truth, Aiko. I want the truth."

She hesitated, looked worriedly at her husband.

"Say it," he commanded.

"I didn't really want him to stop, or rather my body wanted him to continue. My mind was stuck on the rules. Stan's mistake was to push me too hard, too soon. I don't know how much further I would have gone, if he hadn't been so pushy."

Aiko felt her mouth go dry at her confession.

Gerald smiled. "Look at it this way, Aiko. He proved what I've been saying all along. You are a very sexy, irresistible woman. I could tell from the look in Stan's eyes, he really wanted to get into you. And I don't mean that figuratively."

Gerald's corny joke broke the tension.

Aiko slapped his shoulder. "Oh you, your jokes are awful but they're appropriate." Her husband had a knack for saying the right thing at the right time. She was her vivacious self again.

"In any case, I've had enough for one night," she declared.

"Let's call it an evening," Gerald suggested. "We stuck our toes in the swingers' water to test the temperature. I think we should cool off and think about it some more before deciding whether or not we want to jump in. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed.

"In fact," he smirked, "let's go home and cool off with some hot sex."

She smiled. "Oh yeah, I like that idea. I can't wait."

They re-arranged their clothes and left.

* * *

Once they got home, Gerald wrapped his arms around his cute little wife. His arms slid slowly down her back until he was able to grab her bottom, just as Stan had. Then he removed one of his hands to undo the buttons on the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. He fondled them, and kissed them, and suckled on them.

"I saw Stan doing this you. I saw the pleasure in your face. I saw you put your head on his chest and press your belly against him," Gerald whispered.

"Yes," his wife hissed.

"You said your body wanted you to go further. How much further?" He asked.

"I wondered what it would be like to have his cock inside me," she said quietly.

The memory of Stan's intimate groping was lighting her fire again. She could feel Gerald's hard-on press against her. Apparently her confession turned him on too.

"Close your eyes. Pretend I'm Stan," he said hoarsely. "Pretend we're back at the club doing what you two were doing on the dance floor. Pretend we're wearing green wristbands. Pretend we agreed to switch spouses."

Aiko closed her eyes. "Yes," she hissed.

Gerald slipped off the dress' straps from her shoulders and kissed her soft, smooth shoulders. His lips trailed up her neck to beneath her ears. He knew it really turned her on to be nibbled around the ears.

Slowly he lowered her sexy black dress so that her perfect orbs became exposed to his lustful eyes, his wandering hands and his sensually probing lips.

After a few minutes, Gerald slipped his fingers underneath her dress. Then he slid his arms down her back, taking the dress with them. Once, it passed her hips it dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet.

Next he slipped his hands into her panties. He moved them, one to each hip, until the waistband were on his wrists. He pulled his hands down, taking the panties off her hips. The panties dropped to her feet. Now totally nude, she stepped out of them.