Not knowing what lie ahead and feeling a strong sense of nervous energy because of it, Joan quickly answered, "I don't know! What kind of other things could we see?"

Smiling, Stephen could see the caution on Joan's face. Trying to put her at ease, Stephen replied, "Well, there's an S&M room we could visit. Or, there's an area for women who are looking to play with other women, we can go there. Or, there's a place coming up shortly where a woman who wants to be the complete center of attention, meaning she wants to play with more then one person, we could go there and check it out."

As Stephen was giving her these options, they came to a room that said COUPLES ONLY. Seeing this, Joan asked, "What's this room?"

"That's for couples looking to play with other couples, exclusively. Or, for couples who want to be watched by other couples while their having sex but don't want to switch partners."

Intrigued, Joan quickly asked, "Can we go in there?"

"Yeah, we could! But, there's kind of an unwritten rule that anyone who goes in there has to be doing something intimate with their partner. Also, you kind of have to be at least partially naked when you go in there, too!"

"Oh!"

When Joan didn't start walking again, Stephen found himself intrigued and titillated by this. Studying her, he knew she could hear the occasional moan escaping the room. Intriguing him even further, Joan then asked, "What's 'partially naked' mean?"

Feeling his face starting to flush a little bit, he replied, "Um! Bra and panties or lingerie would be okay! But, nothing would be even better!"

Watching her, Stephen strongly sensed Joan was contemplating if she should venture in or not. Hoping she might, he quickly felt disappointment when he saw her beginning to walk further down the hallway. As he drew in a deep breath to calm himself, both soon turned another corner and walked a short distance until they reached another crowd. Then, before she could ask, Stephen said to Joan, "This is the place I mentioned earlier where women who are looking to be the complete center of attention can come. The unwritten rule here: the woman has to be intimate with at least two other people. The more, the merrier."

Hearing this, Joan found herself taken aback by this. She had seen such hedonism in adult movies before but still felt a little shocked that stuff like this actually happened in real life; that there were actually women out there who would do such a thing, and not be wanting some form of payment to do it. However, despite these thoughts, she also felt herself becoming deeply curious which emboldened her to swiftly maneuver her way through the crowd that was mostly made up of men, completely unaware that every one of them stared at her with heavy lust as she moved forward. Reaching the front, she then gasped aloud, holding her fingers over her mouth when she saw what was happening inside the room.

Lying before her, two women, each surrounded by five or six men were allowing each and every one of them to do almost anything they wanted to with their bodies. As she stared wide-eyed, Joan quickly focused on a woman to her right. Several years older and much more voluptuous then she was, Joan could see the woman laying flat on her back, sighing when she discovered both of the woman's nipples were being drawn deeply into the hungry mouths of two different men, one black, the other white; sighing further when her eyes wandered further down the woman's body, seeing yet another man resting between her open legs, busily stimulating her sex with a large, pink dildo as he flicked his tongue over the hood of her vagina; her focus soon switching back to the woman's face, feeling a chill when she caught the woman starting to guide a black man's incredibly large penis deep her mouth, devouring him as she started stroking another black man's impressive erection with her hand as he rested on his knees on the opposite side; swallowing anxiously as she then watched the woman switch back and forth between the two grinning men.

After a couple of minutes, Joan eventually saw to her left that things were becoming much more intense for the other woman in the room. As her eyes absorbed what was about to happen just a few feet away from her, Joan felt breathless when she realized the woman was adjusting her body so she could be sandwiched between two men. Less then a minute later, the tall and slender blond making Joan bite down on her lower lip when she allowed herself to be double penetrated, an Hispanic man quickly burying his cock deep into her ass doggy-style from behind while a black man pressed his manhood deep into her pussy, fucking her lustfully from below. Soon, the loud moans escaping from the woman as she writhed in ecstasy between the two naked men making Joan's nipples ache almost painfully. A few moments later, grunting quietly when she saw three other men placing themselves directly in front of the blond woman's face, each holding the back of the woman's head as they each took turns shoving their erections into her moaning mouth, muffling her steady, joy filled screams.

For the next ten minutes or so, Joan continued to watch spellbound, feeling her body trembling as hard as it had ever done before as she witnessed the two women being maneuvered into several different positions; the men surrounding them using their bodies as they saw fit. Watching further as the men pounded their cocks into various holes; watching as the women moved their hands and mouths from one erect penis to the next; Joan's audible sighs heard by Stephen whenever the two of them witnessed a man peaking; each man shooting his cum all over a particular woman's sweaty body; the man who came quickly replaced by another.

As all of this was occurring before her, Joan couldn't hold back from sighing even louder when she eventually felt Stephen placing his hands over her shoulders, feeling herself tingling sharply inside when he started running his fingertips slowly up and down the length of her upper arms; his touch giving her goose bumps when he soon started to pleasingly caress the soft, sensitive skin at the nape of her neck. Lost in what she was witnessing before her, combined with Stephen's caress, she was barely aware what she was doing when she subtly turned her head to the side, feeling her hair standing on end when Stephen placed his mouth closer to her ear, his hot breath and the way he ever so gently brushed his lips and chin against her skin making her vaginal muscles contract from within. In time, sighing again when she heard him ask, "Is there a part of you wishing you were one of those women, Joan?" However, when she felt him pressing his body tighter against her's, feeling what was obviously his erection pressing into the small of her back, warning bells went off in her head and she quickly stepped away. Turning to him, she said, "We need to stop! Brent could see us! We should go!"

Damn, Stephen immediately thought to himself, don't push it with her like that. When they both turned a corner, no longer able to see the crowd behind them, he said, "I'm sorry! I guess I let my hormones get the best of me!"

Smiling, still feeling like her body was on fire, Joan quickly replied, "That's okay! I was letting mine get the best of me, too!" As she looked at Stephen, she could tell he was genuinely sorry for touching her the way he did. Thinking about what had being transpiring between the two of them so far this night, she was deeply flattered by it all. He was definitely making her feel sexy and desired.

Emboldened by this, when the two of them arrived at a divide in the hallway, Joan looked down one and saw another hallway that was about thirty feet long with three doors on each of side of it. Seeing this, Joan asked curiously, "What's down here?"

Smiling, memories of this section of the club heavy on his mind, he replied, "These are private rooms. Places where couples or groups can come for privacy."

Without looking back at him, Joan started to walk down the hallway. Reaching the first door, she stopped when she heard the loud moans of a woman on the other side, the woman sounding like she was obviously in the midst of some highly pleasurable sex. Biting her lower lip, Joan grinned playfully at Stephen before moving further down the hall, stopping when she came to an empty room. Walking inside, she instantly felt a sense of mischief, feeling she needed to get even with Stephen by teasing him just as he had done with her earlier. Seeing a bed surrounded by what looked to be steps but was actually set up as seating so people could watch whatever was taking place on it, she step out of her shoes then jumped on the bed barefoot, playfully jumping on it a few times as Stephen watched. At one point, uncharacteristically moving her body in a sensuous way, copying some of the moves she had seen from some of the dancers only an hour before. Quickly feeling a little too self-conscious though, she settled on the mattress, appreciating the softness of it as she then asked Stephen boldly, "So, have you ever had sex with anybody in here?"

Grinning, admiring the playfulness he was seeing in Joan, he quickly responded, "Yes, I've had sex a few times in here!"

"Ever with anyone other then your wife?" As she spoke, Joan couldn't believe she had just asked such a question.

Enjoying the game now taking place between them, Stephen soon answered, "A few!"

"How many?"

"I don't know! Five or six maybe?"

Curious, Joan then asked, "What's the wildest thing you did in here?"

"Hands down! Me and a few of my friends took part in a gangbang in here once." Watching Joan closely, Stephen proceeded to describe in as graphic detail as possible the experience he had had with a beautiful young woman a year earlier. Telling her how they had seduced the young blond, what he saw the woman do with his friends, what he did to her himself. And as he did so, he quickly found himself becoming even more aroused then he already was just talking about it; hoping his story, all of it true, was having the same affect on her as well.

It was. But, because of this, Joan was beginning to feel nervous again. However, when Stephen finished telling her about his past sexual escapade, silence fell between the two of them as they stared at each other. Broken only when she heard Stephen saying, "You know what? I think you're teasing me, Joan! And because of it, you've made me hard as a rock!" As he said this, Joan then watched almost paralyzed as Stephen reached down with his hand, grabbing what was an obvious large bulge in his slacks.

Instantly, Joan felt a powerful surge of adrenaline coursing through her body making her heart race, her breathing quicken. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, she curled her naked toes into the carpet as her eyes focused on where he was squeezing his erection. Sighing when she heard him say simply, "See?"

Watching her as he touched himself, Stephen could see a heavy mixture of fear, nervousness and arousal on Joan's face, these expressions combined with her sharp beauty making her look delicious. Pushing the envelope, needing to do so, he then said to her softly, "So tell me! Be honest! Are you as excited as I obviously am?"

Hearing this, Joan drew in another nervous breath, hoping he couldn't see she was trembling. She sighed once again however when she heard him ask further, "Are you? Are you as wet as I am hard?"

When Joan didn't respond, Stephen took a few steps to his right to close the only door leading into the room.

Snapped out of her trance by this, Joan grabbed her shoes and started walking toward it, saying, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to tease you like this!"

Emboldened by his deep arousal, Stephen gently placed his hand on Joan's stomach as she was about to pass him. "It's okay! But would you please answer one thing before you go? Can you answer what I asked a few seconds ago? Are you as turned on as I am?"

By the gentle way he placed his hand on her, combined by the deep arousal she heard in his voice, Joan could feel herself trembling even harder now. Not moving, not able to, all she could do at that moment was listen to both of them breathe. In time, finally pushed into answering his question when he asked once again, whispering into her ear, "Are you?"

Shaking uncontrollably, feeling faint, Joan replied simply, "Yes!"

Feeling a sharp chill from her answer, Stephen wanted to hear a more bold response, asking, "Are you as wet as I am hard?"

Softly, barely audible, Joan answered, "Yes!"

Hearing this, it was Stephen's turn to sigh.

Feeling each other shaking as they held their bodies loosely next to the other, both couldn't bring themselves to look into the other's eyes. As he continued holding her, Stephen began to gently run the tips of his fingers across Joan's stomach, teasing her purposefully when his fingers began to brush the sides of her abdomen. Lost, not thinking straight, letting his arousal get the best of him, he then asked, "I saw the way you were looking at me when I was touching myself! I know you've seen one another man's penis because of what we've seen tonight...but, have you ever actually felt another man's cock? One other than your husband's?"

Drawing in a deep, excited breath by his boldness, Joan shyly answered, "No!"

Stephen sighed again. Then, he asked, "Have you ever wanted to?"

Joan began to feel more faint. Still avoiding his eyes, she soon replied, whispering, "Sometimes!"

"How about now?"

As she swallowed nervously, Joan hesitated a few seconds before finally whispering, "Yes!"

Absorbing this, Stephen's heart began to race even faster. Going for broke, his arousal nearing its peak, he quickly asked with a raspy voice, "Would you like to touch me? Would you like that one opportunity to touch another man to happen right now?"

Hearing this, an intense, pleasing chill coursed through Joan's body making her shudder. Despite what her body was telling her though, she defensively responded, "I shouldn't! I'm married! We're both married!"

"With what my wife is doing right now, you know that's not a problem for me! Your husband is probably watching her fucking somebody else right now!" After pausing a few seconds, he then followed, "I would love to be the second man in your life who you have ever touched, Joan! That would be a tremendous thrill for me!"

When Joan failed to move out of the room, as he was half expecting, Stephen realized that Joan was going to need to be pushed. Thinking this, knowing he was taking a huge risk and not caring, he boldly reached down with his hand and gently grabbed Joan's, pulling it toward himself until he felt it covering his manhood. Feeling no resistance from her, he then moved her small hand slowly up and down the entire length of his erection, enjoying how her hand felt as he continued pressing it against his tool; a minute or two later, smiling when he slowly moved his hand to the side, thoroughly enjoying how Joan continued to touch him, this time completely on her own. The sensation he was feeling enhanced even more when he witnessed Joan's concentration becoming more focused on what she was doing; groaning at one point when she demonstrated her increasing boldness by the way she occasionally squeezed his tool through his pants.

As for Joan, even as she stood there touching another man, she couldn't believe what she was doing. Feeling the size and hardness of Stephen, even through his slacks, she wondered if she was actually in some kind of dream. She knew she wasn't though when she saw him moving his hand so he could release his belt, a second later loosening a single button before slowly sliding down the length of his zipper. A few seconds later, feeling a powerful rush simply by the hunger present in Stephen's voice when she heard him ask softly, "Do you want to see it?"

Knowing this was her last opportunity to back out without causing too much anger or embarrassment, Joan quickly realized she couldn't stop. After taking a few moments trying to convince herself that she wasn't really cheating, that she was just touching, that's all, she finally nodded her head that she did, not able to look up into Stephen's eyes as she did so. A few seconds later, feeling her hormones raging with nervous anticipation when she watched Stephen's slacks as they slid down his legs to the floor below.

Breathless, dying to feel Joan's soft hand touching him, eagerly wanting to see the look on her face when the moment came for her to lay eyes on him, Stephen quickly placed his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers before pushing them down to mid-thigh, the act exposing himself fully before Joan's widening eyes for the first time.

The instant she saw Stephen's erection, Joan released a moaning sigh as another chill ran up and down her spine, making her nipples ache as they became more erect. Enthralled by what she was seeing just a foot or two away from her, it was immediately obvious to her how much bigger Stephen's penis was compared to her husband's. Brent's manhood, when he was aroused, was about six inches in length and she knew this was average for most men. But as she continued to stare down at Stephen's, she could see his tool was at least nine inches in length and likely an inch thicker compared to Brent's. Not able to break her eyes away from Stephen's cock, she soon found herself actually intimidated by his size. But, she also found herself wanting to explore him even more.

Sensing this, loving the look on Joan's face as she stared at his erection, he soon said to her, "Go ahead! Touch it! I'd like that!"

Not needing his encouragement, but aroused hearing it, Joan did just as he asked and slowly reached for him, feeling yet another strong rush when she felt the heat and heaviness of Stephen's penis as she took hold of him with her hand. Shaking, barely comprehending what she was doing, she then started to slowly explore him; taking her time as she ran her fingertips along the thick veins that ran up and down the length of his shaft; feeling breathless as she explored the deep fissure where the shaft of his manhood curved into the large, bulbous head of his tool; enjoying how she made him shiver when she gripped him more firmly as she started to slide her hand up and down the length of his cock. For several minutes, nibbling on her bottom lip as she continued to explore his manhood in silence, her rapid breaths steady the entire time.

Savoring what Joan was doing, it wasn't long until Stephen began to want more. Not more stimulation for himself, though. He now desperately wanted to make Joan feel just as good as she was making him. However, for now, he knew he would have to be patient. Tired of holding up the bottom portion of his shirt though, he swiftly unbuttoned it, letting it fall off his shoulders before moving to push his boxers past his knees so they could fall to the floor as well. Anxiously wanting to be completely naked before her, he then removed his shoes and socks, saying to her when she took a step back away from him, deep caution now masked on her face, "Don't worry! It excites me knowing your seeing all of me! It's that exhibitionist side in me!"

Satisfied that Joan wasn't going to run out of the room in fear, Stephen then leaned back against the wall that was behind him, his body language easily telling Joan that he wanted her to continue what she was doing. A few seconds later, smiling when Joan guardedly stepped back closer to his side, taking turns moving his eyes from Joan's beautiful face to her hand's resumed exploration of his tool below. In time, feeling a rush when he caught Joan dropping the sandals that she still had been holding in her opposite hand, enjoying the sensation when she placed the same hand on his hip, soon relishing the way she used her fingernails to tease the side of his ass.

For several minutes, Stephen then concentrated on his breathing as he continued to relish Joan's explorative caress, the entire time trying to control himself from doing what he really wanted to do. Knowing he was losing the battle though, feeling like he was going to jump out of his skin, Stephen eventually grabbed Joan boldly by her upper arms, turning her firmly so that she was the one now pressed against the wall. As his hands then began to teasingly caress her shoulders and the nape of her neck, he looked into her eyes hungrily, boldly saying, his voice shaking, "I really, really want to touch you! I really want to see how beautiful you are! All of you! Every inch of you!"

Taken aback by Stephen's unexpected aggression when her moved her, Joan reflexively placed one of her hands on his arm, the other on his chest to guard herself. However, the fear she felt instantly drifted away the moment she saw the intense lust Stephen had for her in his eyes, relaxing even further when she heard the increased hunger in his voice. Still, despite how highly aroused she was herself, she forced herself to say, "I don't know! I shouldn't!" As she said this, thoughts of her husband ran through her mind.

Even though he sensed Joan's inner conflict from what she said, Stephen's raging testosterone got the best of him making him cast aside his usual gentleness with women. Pushing her again, he boldly reached forward and started brushing his hands across Joan's chest, briefly cupping then squeezing her breasts directly through her dress, savoring the feeling of them in his hands and the way she lustfully sighed when he touched her before slowly moving his hands back up toward her neck, caressing her exposed, soft skin just as he had done in the other room. Loving the way Joan had closed her eyes when he touched her more intimately a few seconds earlier, knowing her resistance was weakening, he quickly lowered his hands and fondled her again, this time for a longer period of time, asking as he did so, "Are you sure?" When she didn't respond to his question, he then began to slide his fingertips around the front and sides of her chest, his touch reaching a peak when he boldly pinched what were her obviously erect nipples hidden beneath her dress.

Soon though, after moving back up to her neck so he could caress her there once more, Stephen could tell by the look on Joan's face that she was ripe for him to take another gamble. Excited by this, he quickly curled his right index finger underneath one of the dress straps resting on Joan's shoulder; a second later, pulling on it as he lowered it down across her upper arm until it rested loosely in the air. Seeing no resistance, swallowing due to another rush, he then proceeded to do the same thing on the other side.

Smiling from his work when completed, it was then that he realized that Joan was now trembling as hard as he had seen her doing so all night, her eyes still closed as she continued to steadily breathe. Emboldened with what he was witnessing, he then moved his hands down the side of her body, gripping her dress just below her breasts before pulling the upper portion down to where it settled at her hips, his act fully exposing the lacey bra that was hidden beneath; finding himself thrilled even more a few seconds later when Joan surprised him, showing him she was consenting to what he was doing when she slowly adjusted her arms, freeing herself from the straps of the dress.

Feeling his own face flushing now, Stephen immediately focused on the beauty of Joan's face again, greatly admiring how she was steadily looking more and more intoxicated with lust. Still growing more excited as each second passed, he then took yet another gamble, moving his hands to take hold of Joan's dress one last time; a breathless moment later, pulling on it, his hands trembling when he saw more of Joan's succulent body being exposed directly before his eyes as he slowly slid the material down the length of her petite frame, kneeling before her as he did so; grunting when he watched her helping him by stepping away from her dress when he reached her ankles, the visual heightened by the way she hesitated a few seconds before doing so, both knowing her cautious movement was freeing herself from the dress completely.

As this was happening, Joan felt faint as Stephen slowly pulled her dress down the length of her body, again not believing what she was doing, barely comprehending what she was allowing an almost complete stranger do to her. Also at that moment however, as she stood there observing Stephen kneeling before her as he removed her clothing, the fact that he was completely naked heightening what she was feeling, she couldn't ever recall being as nervously aroused as she was then. A few seconds later, as she stepped away from the dress, almost feeling like it was an out of body experience as she did so, knowing she was now much more exposed and vulnerable as she stood before him only in her bra and panties, a larger part of her then began to feel empowerment by what she was doing; feeling this due to the way Stephen was now looking at her, seeing that he had nothing but lust for her in his eyes, enhancing how feminine and sexy she felt standing before him. These sensations, this sense of being desired, making her realize it had been a long time since she had felt that way; and she both loved and missed the feeling.

For the next minute or two, as his eyes continued to soak in her beauty, Stephen began to slowly run his hands all around Joan's body. At first, starting at her calves before working his way up her thighs, purposely avoiding the most feminine aspect of her body when he turned toward the subtle curves of her hips, standing as he worked his way higher; feeling his heart racing as he watched his fingertips glide over her soft stomach, greatly admiring the sexy visual created by her pierced navel; taking in a slow, deep breath when he worked his way up to her chest, briefly letting the tips of his fingers brush over her breasts to tease her again before running his hands up to her neck and shoulders. Then, asking her softly, "Can I see more? Can I see more of your gorgeous body?"

Hearing this, Joan reflexively sighed. But, despite how incredible she felt, visions of her husband again popped back into her mind. Torn with all that was happening, with the was she was feeling, she replied, "I don't know! I've never done anything like this before!" After a brief pause, she then added, "I can't believe I'm even letting any of this happen!"

With his hormones raging, Stephen thought for a moment, then followed, "Earlier tonight, Brent said he doesn't consider oral sex or sex with a condom actually doing it. What do you think?" As he said this, he knew it might sound desperate but he didn't care. Trying to tease her more, he then started to slide a single fingertip slowly up and down Joan's chest, sliding it around and directly between her breasts.

Drawing in a nervous breath, Joan felt alarmed from what Stephen said. However, she also enjoyed yet another pleasing chill deep inside her body as he stimulated her skin with his finger. After taking a few moments to contemplate how to respond, she soon said, "Sometimes I think it's a stupid point of view. Sex is sex. But, sometimes, I don't know. Sometimes I can see his point."

Feeling butterflies in his stomach, Stephen then asked, "And, what are you thinking right now?" As he said this, feeling another surge of adrenaline, he then swiftly moved his hand and briefly pinched one of Joan's nipples that was clearly pressing against the thin material of her bra; smiling when he saw her wince with pleasure from what he had done.

Sighing, drawing in another deep breath to control herself following the pleasing stimulus created by his pinch, she said softly, "I don't know!" After saying this, a part of her realizing that her own confusion, her own torment not knowing what to do was only arousing herself even more.

Studying Joan, Stephen could see her conflict, the uncertainty in her face. Because of this, he knew this wasn't the time to see if he could push her harder again. Attempting to make her feel more comfortable but not wanting to do anything less exciting, he then asked, "Would two people watching each other as they touch themselves, watching each other masturbate, would that be cheating?"

Absorbing this, Joan drew in another deep breath, and then said, "I don't know!" After a few seconds of thought though, she soon followed, "No! I don't think so!" Thinking more about her response, however, she quickly added, "But I'm not sure I could do something like that! That's such a private thing to do!"

Taking advantage of the opening, albeit a small one, Stephen then asked, "Would it make you uncomfortable if I touched myself while I looked at you?"

The second she absorbed Stephen's words, she became attuned to how much she was shaking again. Thinking about his question, she thought his doing so right in front of her would be an extremely kinky thing to see; not to mention, a major turn on. The thought of him touching himself as he looked at her flattered her greatly, as well. Because of this, she whispered, "No!"

Smiling, Stephen purposely added fuel to the fire when he then asked, "Would it make you uncomfortable if I touched myself while I looked at you wearing nothing at all?"

As she absorbed Stephen's words this time around, Joan released a clearly audible sigh. Feeling another chill running up and down her spine as she thought about it for a moment, she eventually replied, "I don't know!" Pausing, feeling fear filled caution, she realized her body was overriding what her conscious was telling her when she eventually asked guardedly, "If I did, would you promise to be good?"

Prepared for her to say no, Stephen swallowed anxiously from Joan's response, immediately answering, "Like I said before, I won't do anything that you wouldn't want me to do!"

Sighing heavily again, Joan could say nothing.

At that moment, Stephen knew then he could do more. But, he also knew he would need to move fast so as not to allow Joan any time to possibly change her mind. Because of this, as Joan continued to stand silently before him, he immediately began to run his fingertips around her chest, breasts and stomach, using his hands purposely to slowly seduce her even further. As his own excitement began to build as the seconds passed though, he touch gradually began to focus on her breasts more and more; his experience with women making him work on her in a way he had found almost all women very much enjoyed. Knowing he was succeeding when Joan closed her eyes and started to softly moan, loving how she gasped favorably whenever he zeroed in on her nipples.

The intimacy of his touch eventually reached a peak for them both, however, when Stephen decided it was time for more. Sliding his hands across the sides of Joan's chest to her back, he took hold of her bra and quickly unclasped it, literally groaning out loud before the lacey material even had a chance to hit the floor as his eyes absorbed what he thought was were flawless, perfect breasts now fully exposed before him. Mesmerized, feeling his heart rate increasing it's already rapid rhythm, he then said to her with absolute sincerity, "You're breathtaking, Joan! Simply, breathtaking!"

Between Stephens's compliment and the cool air now dancing over her nipples, Joan could feel them getting even harder then they had been just a few seconds before. A moment later, moaning when Stephen ran his fingers over them, stimulating them as he softly pinched each one between his fingers. Steadily finding she wanted him to touch her more and more as he continued to play with her.

For Stephen, seeing how Joan's body was responding to his touch, he could feel his mouth starting to water as he continued to admire her breasts; loving how her brown nipples stood so prominently off her flesh; loving how they responded so readily to his touch, how they became more distinctly erect. Eventually, thoroughly enjoying how perfect she felt when he cupped and fondled her naked breasts fully with his hands. As he continued his exploration of her chest though---something that was pleasing for them both---it wasn't long until he found he was becoming consumed with desire to see even more of her succulent body.

Acting on this, without ever asking for permission, his exceptionally high testosterone level pushing him along, he began to slowly kneel before her again. Looking up at her as he settled on his knees, seeing she was staring back at him with what looked to be lazy, half-drunk eyes, he placed his hands on her knees before slowly running them up and down the sides of her thighs, stopping after a period of time when he worked his way back up to her hips. Then, swallowing with nervous energy, he gripped the band of her panties and began to slowly pull them down from her hips, down the length of her thighs. Shaking when he saw her feminine essence being exposed directly before him, he then swallowed hungrily once again when he pushed her last remaining article of clothing down over her calves; savoring how she stepped out of them with only a slight bit of hesitation, her act allowing herself to stand completely naked in front of him.

Trembling now almost uncontrollably, Joan asked herself, What are you doing? You need to stop! However, when she saw the way Stephen was looking at her with his piercing blue eyes, this thought slowly drifted away. As she began to feel his hands caressing her legs, her stomach, and ever so enjoyably, his fingertips brushing the small patch of pubic hair that rested above her sex, she thought of what Stephen had requested of her a few moments earlier. She was still open to allowing Stephen to please himself as he looked at her. But, now that she was completely naked, completely exposed, she could feel something changing inside. She knew what it was: it was her body starting to stir for more. However, despite what her body was telling her, she knew she had to stay mentally strong.

That would be tough.

The reason why? As Stephen eventually worked his hands back up her body, he again stood before her. Then, staring at her, he leaned into her and kissed her gently on her neck. When he pulled back, seeing no resistance, he suddenly and unexpectedly lowered his upper body, placing his mouth directly over her left nipple, making her gasp out loud when he hungrily sucked her flesh deep into his mouth. A few seconds later, making her cringe with delight when he started to flick his tongue around her highly sensitive areola, doing so for a joyful length of time before doing the same exact thing on the other side; holding her firmly at her waist as he repeated the process several times over, thoroughly enjoying how she squirmed the entire time.

After a minute or two though, Stephen stood again, admiring the pleased and hungry look now present on Joan's face. Licking his lips, he then said to her, "Sorry! You're breasts are just so perfect, I couldn't stop myself from doing that!"

Breathless and shaking, Joan could only reply simply, "That's okay!"

Thrilled to hear this, feeling more inspired as his lust raged, Stephen then asked, "Would you like me to do that somewhere else?"

Absorbing this, Joan deeply sighed due to the kinkiness of his question. However, still trying to stay strong, she forced herself to answer him, saying, "I don't know! No! I think that would be to much!" After a brief pause, pleased that she was controlling herself despite the way her body was screaming at her in protest, she followed, "I'm sorry!"

"That's okay! Don't be sorry! Remember, look how hard you've got me!"

When Joan heard this, she looked down. Even now, focusing on his erection again, she couldn't help but feel another rush. As she continued staring at it, she soon said to him, pleased with herself further that she was doing so, "I don't think I can go any further. But, I don't mind if you want to finish!" Pausing a second, she then said, "I think it would be mean if I didn't let you do that!"

Listening closely, it was Stephen's turn to feel a rush. However, wanting to confirm that she would be willing to let him cum right in front of her, he asked, "Are you sure?"

Smiling shyly, Joan replied, "Yeah! I can't believe I'm saying this but I think it would be a big turn on for me to see you do that!"

Feeling another chill, Stephen immediately wanted play with her, saying, "It excites me immensely hearing you say that! But, I got to warn you, when I'm this turned on, I cum a lot!"

Feeling a sharp twinge in her sex hearing this, Joan grinned and said, "That's okay! There's some towels in here!"

Shaking, Stephen slowly took hold of his erection and started to stroke himself, arching his body in a subtle way that made his erection stand out more prominently in front of him. After a few moments though, as his eyes drifted up and down the length of Joan's body, he asked, "To help me, would you mind if I touched you while I'm doing this?"

Finding herself becoming much more aroused then she thought she would watching Stephen masturbate just a few feet in front of her, Joan asked cautiously, "Where?"

Rolling the dice, Stephen replied with a question of his own, "Everywhere?"

As she had done before, still working to stay strong, Joan answered, "I don't know!" However, after a brief pause, she said, "I don't think I can let you touch me down there! But, you can touch me anywhere else you want to, though!"

"Okay!" As he said this, Stephen was disappointed that Joan hadn't given him permission to do more with her. However, despite this, he was still hopeful he might be able to seduce her into doing a little more, which did nothing but increase the arousal he was already feeling. Because of this, he soon took a step closer to her, leaving himself standing just a foot away from her body. Licking his lips, he then began to stroke his erection with his right hand as his left once again started to caress her soft skin. Due to his arousal though, it wasn't long until his focus returned to her succulent breasts; smiling as he witnessed the way she favorably responded by closing her eyes, occasionally cooing to the way he again stimulated her nipples.

Soon though, when he watched Joan lean against the wall behind her, doing so she could relax and more readily enjoy what he was doing to her, he suddenly realized another opening was being presented to him. Acting on this, feeling another chill not knowing how she would respond, he asked, "Sweetie! I know you don't want me to touch you down there, but, with the way you are feeling right now, would you like to touch yourself, too? I would absolutely love to watch you do that! I know you said earlier that you're not sure you could do that in front of me...but...you have no idea how much it would thrill me to see you pleasing yourself!!" After a few seconds, hoping to verbally seduce her further, he then added, "And I would really love to see how wet you are, too! See if you're as wet as I think you are! See if you are as wet as I am hard!"

Feeling Stephen firmly pinching one of her nipples after he spoke, Joan felt like an electric current was shooting through her entire body. With eyes half closed, she was just barely able to make herself say, "I don't know!"

Feeling his own body starting to tremble more, knowing this was due to the increasing hunger he had for her, Stephen immediately responded, nearly pleading, "Come on! I would love to see you touching your sweet little pussy for me!"

Grunting with lust, Joan began to feel her mind getting cloudy. Well aware that a very particular part of her body was begging for attention and had been for some time, Joan knew her body was trying to dictate what she should do again. Still though, she was mentally trying to stay strong. Torn by this though, she then started to contemplate what she should do, asking herself, Letting him watch me touch myself isn't cheating, is it? She chose the answer when she finally responded, whispering, "Okay! But you promise not do to anything, right?"

"Absolutely!" As he said this, Stephen felt another pleasing chill. However, before Joan could say or do anything further, he moved his hands and placed them on the sides of her chest. Moving her without asking for permission, he picked her up and sat her down on a desk that was holding some towels a few feet to his left, leaving her in the middle with her buttocks and the soles of her feet on the surface, her knees bent before her. Feeling his face flush, he then placed his hands on her knees and started to slowly spread them apart, swallowing heavily when he saw the exquisite dark lips of her labia for the very first time.

After enjoying a strong thrill allowing another man to take in the sight of her femininity, Joan's proper upbringing quickly made her reflexively lower her hand to cover herself. Within seconds though, when she watched Stephen step back from the desk as he began to stroke his erection while looking at her hungrily, she immediately felt another powerful rush. Savoring the sensation, feeling empowered by it, she found herself slowly extending her middle finger, soon placing it directly between the folds of her labia, sighing loudly when she then began to stimulate her swollen clitoris. Soon, spreading her legs even further apart as she curled her toes over the edge of the small desk. In a very short period of time, feeling lust and pleasure boiling inside her body as she began to subtly grind her pelvis into her fingers, wanting to do nothing but explode as her eyes locked in on Stephen's impressive erection as he continued to masturbate right in front of her.

Mesmerized by what he was witnessing, it wasn't long until Stephen asked with a shaking voice, "Put one of your fingers inside yourself, I want to see how wet you are!!"

Opening her mouth to ease her breathing, trembling, Joan said nothing and did what he asked, moaning when she felt two of her own fingers penetrating her sex. A few seconds later, not believing what she was doing when she extended her hand in front of her to lewdly show Stephen how wet she was.

Not even thinking about what he was doing, seeing how her fingers were literally glistening due to how saturated they were with her vaginal juices, Stephen compulsively grabbed hold of Joan's hand and leaned closer to her. A second later, placing her fingers into his mouth so he could taste her, closing his eyes as he savored both the incredible sweetness of her secretions and the way she moaned from the shock of his doing so.

Feeling Stephen's warm mouth engulfing her fingers, Joan moaned not only from the eroticism and boldness from what he was doing, but also from the joy she felt as she stimulated herself more vigorously with her other hand. The incredible sensation enhanced when she heard Stephen say, "Hmm! You have no idea how much I'm dying to taste more of you!"

Feeling a sharp chill, Joan could literally feel her nipples contracting as she continued to take in what he said. Still, being strong, she replied, "No! I'm sorry! I can't!" She didn't want to say this, but she knew she had too.

"That's okay!" Stephen immediately replied, drawing in a deep breath. However, silently, he thought to himself, That's okay! We're not done, yet!

For the next minute or two, mesmerized by each other, both stimulated themselves as their eyes wandered up and down the other's body, both savoring how they felt as they did so. In time though, Stephen started to move closer to the desk, closer to Joan. When he saw no look of caution being thrown his way by her as he did so, only seeing how her eyes were locked in on his erection, he eventually decided it was time to make another bold move. Holding the shaft of his penis, he slowly leaned his hips forward slightly, purposefully brushing the head of his cock against one of Joan's lower legs, mesmerized by the incredible softness of her skin as he then began to run it a few inches slowly up and down the inner portion of her calf.

Feeling this, Joan eyes widened, a soft moan escaping her the moment she felt the heat and hardness of Stephen's manhood touching her, his boldness once again exciting her. Paralyzed, completely lost in the sensation and eroticism with what he was doing, she continued to watch as Stephen continued to rub his erection against her lower leg. At one point, moving his way down so he could rub the head of his cock playfully over her foot and toes, the entire time shaking more and more as the lust inside her felt like it was literally boiling.

As he thoroughly enjoyed the way Joan was allowing him to touch her skin with his cock, even though what he was doing was relatively safe and tame, he could see clearly on Joan's face that she was beginning to get lost, looking like someone does when their intoxicated. This look heightened by the way her nipples stood angrily erect off her breasts and the way her pussy looked absolutely soaked as she continued to play with herself with her fingers. Fearful she might snap out of her hormonal induced fog at any time though, he preemptively said to her, "Don't worry! I just really want to feel you this way!!" When Joan didn't respond to what he said however, seeing a glazed look in her eyes, he knew then he could roll the dice one more time.

Taking in a deep breath, salivating knowing what he was about to do, Stephen quickly adjusted his body, reaching forward so he could wrap his hands around Joan's hips. Grabbing her firmly, he then pulled her forward until her bottom was left resting just at the edge of the desk. Then, leaving her with barely enough time to cry out "No!" in protest to what he was doing, Stephen aggressively spread her thighs wide apart just before burying his mouth into her beautiful, succulent pussy; smiling when he heard Joan release a shocked but lust filled scream; holding her down as she began to grind her pelvis hard against his face; savoring how much she tasted like honey as she moaned and spasmed as he continued to please her with his lips and tongue.

For Joan, the moment Stephen unexpectantly grabbed her, she reflexively cried out for him to stop. The instant she felt the heat of his mouth and tongue touching her clitoris, however, she felt a wave a pleasure surge its way through her entire body, right into the depths of her soul; a few moments later finding herself screaming out loud as an orgasm hit her body with force. With everything that had occurred this night, with all the sexual tension that had been building inside her, she finally had the stimulation her body needed to explode. Falling back against the desk, she could only writhe in ecstasy as Stephen continued working on her sex, soon pinching her nipples to increase the bliss her body was experiencing that much more.

In a far too short period of time though, feeling her clitoris becoming to sensitive for Stephen's incredible tongue, she raised her upper body and braced her weight with one of her elbows. Looking at Stephen with cloudy eyes, she then lowered her one of her hands and placed it on top of his head to silently tell him he needed to stop. A moment later, feeling like she was floating on air when she focused on Stephen's sharp blue eyes and his happy, playful grin; a strong, brief shiver hitting her when she became keenly aware how his lower face was now smeared wet, knowing this was a mixture of his saliva and her own lubrication.

Thrilled that he had completed what had been an incredibly intense desire to taste her, thrilled even more that he had made her cum, Stephen continued staring back at Joan's beautiful face as he started exploring her inner thighs with his fingertips, admiring the incredible softness and texture of them as he did so. Soon, occasionally running one of his hands over her flat stomach before brushing his fingers through her delicate pubic hair; licking his lips subconsciously when he then ever so briefly ran one of his fingers between her labia; again finding himself mesmerized by her heat and wetness before placing his finger in his mouth to get just one more taste of her. After a few moments playing with her like this though, he finally asked her, "Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy letting me make you cum?"

Sighing, Joan could only respond by saying, "Yes!"

"Good!" After a brief pause, savoring her simple response, Stephen then asked, "Should we stop there?"

Hearing this, Joan knew she should be feeling guilty about what just happened, even more so when images of her husband flashed through her mind. But, as she sat there thoroughly enjoying the sensation of Stephen teasing her skin, his touch somehow enhancing the way her body continued to shake from the orgasmic high she had just a few moments earlier, she wondered what was happening to her when she didn't. However, despite her present lack of guilt, she still forced herself to say, "Yeah! Maybe we should!" Within seconds though, she couldn't hold back saying, "I'd feel bad... I'd feel selfish if you didn't get to feel as good as you made me feel, though!"

Absorbing her words, Stephen winced. A few seconds later though, he leaned forward so he could kiss one of Joan's inner thighs. Reaching down, he then started to stroke himself again, enjoying how good it felt doing so. After a brief moment, he then asked her with what was obviously lust and anticipation in his voice, "And how should we accomplish that?"

Hearing the hunger in Stephen's voice when he asked, Joan could feel her body burning. Not knowing how to answer however, fearful of going anywhere near how she might really want to respond to his question, she made herself say to him guardedly, "I don't know... I'm not sure how much I could let myself help you!"

Reading a mixture of emotions in Joan's face, Stephen cautiously judged she might be feeling some guilt at the moment. Torn between thoughtfulness of her emotions but still wanting desperately to see how much further he could push her, he said softly, "That's okay! You don't have to do anything you don't want to do!" After a brief pause, however, he followed, "But are you sure wouldn't you mind if I got off, too?"

Sighing, still titillated by the thought of him cumming in front of her, Joan whispered, "No!" As she said so, she felt another rush, the sensation produced by the fact she now wanted to see him explode just as she had.

Smiling, Stephen felt a thrill of his own as he said, "Remember, I cum a lot! Are you still sure?"

Getting more and more intrigued by this, wanting to see if he really did so, Joan quickly replied, "Yeah! I'm sure!"

Feeling his hormones beginning to flow more readily again with their verbal foreplay, Stephen then asked, "Would you like to see me to that?"

After biting down on her lower lip, Joan whispered, "Yeah!"

"Can I touch you to help me do it?"

Deeply sighing as she both felt and watched Stephen's tongue teasing one of her inner thighs, she answered softly, "Yeah!"

"Anywhere?"

Jumping after Stephen moved his head so he could firmly kiss her pussy, loving how he boldly flicked his tongue against her clitoris, she replied, "Yes!"

Without missing a beat, as Stephen looked directly into Joan's eyes he wet two of his fingers on his right hand, slipping them both slowly into the warmth of her pink hole a moment later, savoring the heat and tightness of her precious box as he did so. Thrilled, he then asked seductively, "How about here?"

Grunting, Joan felt her body shudder as she watched Stephen's fingers disappear inside her. Gripping the sides of the desk as he started to stimulate her ever so favorably from within, she quickly found herself rocking her hips back and forth, timing her rhythm to match Stephen's incoming penetration with his large fingers. Closing her eyes, she then fully concentrated on the sensation, soon feeling the tension that comes before one explodes steadily growing inside her again. The entire time, thinking to herself, God, Joan! What are you doing? However, just as she was getting close to another release, she felt frustration when Stephen unexpectantly pulled his hand away.

Opening her eyes, immediately Joan felt a strong sense of nervousness when she both witnessed and felt Stephen starting to rub his erection against her inner thigh. Reflexively, she swiftly placed her hand over her vagina as she tried to close her thighs, finding it impossible to do so by the way Stephen strongly held her legs apart.

Seeing how Joan was looking at him, sensing her anxiety, Stephen quickly said to her calmly, "Don't worry! I won't do anything you don't want me to do!"

Feeling paralyzed again Joan could only stare back at him, not able to keep at bay the renewed and pleasing sensations she felt deep inside her body as Stephen continued to run his manhood up and down the length of one of her thighs, moving slowly from one to the other. A minute later, gasping out loud, her face deeply flushing when Stephen suddenly leaned into to her and started to playfully slap his cock against her vulnerably exposed pussy. Both of them feeling a rush not only by the kinky sensation but also by the sound created when his flesh slapped against her's, both well aware of the unique and subtle splashing noise that could be heard dramatically highlighting just how wet she was.

After teasing her this way for a brief moment though, Stephen's arousal soon made him press down on the shaft of his tool, smiling as he manipulated his cock directly between Joan's swelling labia; grinning as he admired the way her light brown lips seemed to grip his penis as if they had a life of their own, not wanting to let go of him. Licking his lips, mesmerized by the visual, he then started to rub the full nine-inches of his erection slowly up and down the vertical slit of Joan's sex, loving it when she slowly started to rock her hips back and forth as he steadily teased her, his act teasing himself just as much as it did her.

Breathing through her mouth, Joan felt intoxicated as she looked down to watch Stephen's manhood sliding against her sex, shivering whenever he stimulated her clitoris purposely with his tool. Feeling like a powerful current was running directly from her clitoris all the way through her entire body, she could feel herself steadily wanting more as the seconds passed. Still, despite how hungry she was, despite how sexually charged she was becoming, she still couldn't get her husband out of her mind. Thinking this, even as she continued to softly rock her pelvis against Stephen's erection, her voice filled with tension, she forced herself to say, "I don't know if we should do this anymore! We should stop!"

Between the way Joan's body was reacting to the stimulation he was providing her, despite what she was saying, it was obvious to Stephen that she was in deep conflict. Instantly, though, taking advantage of this, he decided to push her. Holding his tool firmly at the base, he quickly moved his erection and placed the large, bulbous head of it directly against her labia before boldly pushing the head of his cock just an inch into her vagina; enough to make the both of them wince from the blissful sensation. Pulling out just as quickly, he said to her as he again started to lightly tap his penis against her sex, "Are you sure? Are you sure you don't want to feel more of this?"

Shaking almost violently, at that moment Joan could never recall wanting anything as desperately as she did then. Still, however, she was deeply torn with what she should do.

Not responding to what he said, Stephen again pushed her, placing the tip of his cock back into her warm, pink hole. This time, leaving himself inside her for just a few seconds longer then he had done before, loving the pure mask of lust on Joan's face as he did so. After pulling out, he then started to concentrate all of his attention on her clitoris, rubbing the head of his cock directly against her button, saying, "What do you think, Joan? Look how incredibly hard you've made me! Are you sure you don't want to feel me all the way inside you? Even for just a little bit?"

Swallowing, Joan was completely oblivious to the tunnel vision enveloping her as she focused on Stephen's erection, sighing as waves of pleasure coursed through her body each time he teased her clit with his tool. Still though, despite how much her body was aching, she forced herself to say, "I don't know! I don't think I should do this!"

At that moment, Stephen knew he couldn't take anymore. Well aware of the possible consequences but with an arousal level so high he didn't care, he swiftly lined up his erection, pointing it straight toward the pink, inviting hole of her sex. Shaking uncontrollably, he then said to her, "I think you do, Joan! I think you want me to fuck you!" Holding her, never asking for permission, he then watched wide eyed as the head of his cock slipped into her body, sighing loudly from the incredible sensation he felt due to the intense heat and tightness of her pussy. And as he pushed himself even deeper into her womb, loving how easy it was to do so because of how amazingly wet she was, he finally said to her, "And I'm going to fuck you nice-and-good, right now!!"

Before she could stop him, before she could scream "No!", Joan moaned in a way she had never done before as indescribable pleasure coursed through every cell in her body. With the way her body had been craving sex ever since she stepped foot into the strip club a few hours before, combined with the knowledge that only the second man in her life was now literally pressing the head of his cock against her cervix, enhanced by the fact that her husband was someplace close but completely unaware of what she was doing, only a couple of thrusts by Stephen's erection was needed before she felt every muscle in her body locking up, her vision turning black as she came as hard as she had ever done in her entire life.

Holding onto Joan's hips like a vice with his hands, Stephen was transfixed as he watched Joan explode, soon thrusting his manhood in and out of her pussy with even greater force to enhance the power of her release; loving the way her eyes rolled back as multiple orgasms smashed through her body; admiring how the veins in her neck popped out as she steadily screamed and convulsed on top of the desk; worshipped the way she brought up her knees to her torso, leaving her bare feet to flap loosely in the air, the visual immediately making him pound his manhood into her pussy even harder; his mouth watering yet again as he both watched and felt her vaginal juices flowing steadily out of her sex, making him want to please her that much more.

As he continued to deeply appreciate the lust-inducing sounds escaping her as she moaned, he soon moved his hands from Joan's hips and placed them on the back of her thighs, pressing down on them firmly so he could pin her upper legs tighter against her torso. Knowing he could now push his cock even deeper into her pussy, he then started to steadily thrust his way rhythmically in and out of her sex, doing so by withdrawing just enough that only the head of his penis was left inside her before swiftly thrusting his hips forward again, not stopping until he could feel her pelvis touching his. Savoring this, he then continued watching the beauty of his tool slipping in and out of Joan's box for another minute or two, listening to her as she endlessly cried out in ecstasy, eventually moving his hands slowly across her stomach, stopping when her reached her breasts. Loving the feel of them in his hands again, he then playfully squeezed and fondled her, soon gently pinching and teasing her nipples. When she reached up with her hands and gripped him tightly at his forearms, her act telling him silently to continue with what he was doing, he quickly responded by pounding his tool into her warm hole even harder. For the next minute, both locking their vision onto the other's, each relishing the physical bliss each felt as they continued to fuck each other with heated passion.

For Joan, as she focused on Stephen's blue eyes and, even more so, the way his penis massaged the walls of her vagina, she realized at that moment she was doing something exceptionally taboo and naughty---and for a reason she did not yet know why, she loved it immensely that she was being this way. Throughout her life she was brought up to be a good Catholic girl and to be a loving wife. But despite her love for her religion and her husband, there had also been a dark side hiding deep inside her, something that, up until this moment, she had successfully repressed. As she was thinking this and smiling inside, she watched closely as Stephen moved his left hand from her breast so he could grip her tightly by one of her ankles. Expecting him to move her leg so he could spread her open even more, she watched with curiosity as he then pulled her leg closer to his body, gasping out loud when he swiftly placed her toes into his mouth and started to suck on them, unexpectedly very much enjoying the sensation she felt when he did so. Reaching down with her hand as he continued doing so, she immediately started to stimulate her swollen clit with her fingers. Between the knowledge that she was finally letting loose long held hedonistic desires, combined with the sensation of her fingers dancing over her clit, the sight and feel of her toes in Stephen's hungry mouth and, exponentially, the feel of his cock filling her pussy, within seconds she felt herself drawing in a very deep breath as she arched her back, slamming it down against the desk as she felt another orgasm tear up her body. This time, one much more powerful then the ones she had experienced only a few moments before.

Watching Joan screaming as she convulsed, the visual enhanced by the sight of her playing with herself as she came, Stephen had to fight to keep himself from cumming as well. Winning the battle, for the moment anyway, he pulled Joan's sexy toes out of his mouth and reached down so he could hold her at her hips again, using his forearms to keep her thighs spread open wide apart as he then pushed his cock as deep into her as he could, saying to her, "Yeah, sweetheart! Cum all over my cock! You look so incredibly fucking beautiful right now!" Pulling his hips back a few inches, he then thrust forward again, pushing his erection deep into her body with so much force, Joan's body rocked forward on the desk requiring him to grab hold of her after a couple of thrusts to bring her closer to him again, loving the way her breasts swayed up and down her ch