The Stadium Club II

[dplover]

The Stadium Club II

This was different than the fantasy at home; a lot different.

This is the fantasy that comes to life and spills out of lovers after arousal has reached the plateau. That wonderful place where the gentle stroke of the clit or sliding of a finger between wet and swollen vaginal lips gets a deep moan in response. This is the fantasy that Trisa loves whisper in my ear when we are fucking.

Always after the rush of entry is over and our genitals are perfectly joined, when the necessity of the fast thrusting is satisfied, this is the fantasy that is spoken of; when our bellies are covered in a warm layer of sweat and my hard cock is deep in Trisa's belly and my pelvis is perfectly seated on her clit. Then each move sends an electric burst straight to her brain. The electrons behind her closed eyes form images of an unnamed lover thrusting deep in her needy womanhood, always from behind and always roughly.

These images are whispered in my ear between moans and grunts making my dick throb...

“Oh god it's deep.........so deep, Oh God, Oh God.......mmmmmmmm......mm, Oh, Oh, …..Please fuck me hard........”

This same fantasy is usually my indication that the monthly frustration has ended. My office phone is filled with the sounds of Trisa and her pocket rocket vibrator releasing the stress caused my a week with no sex. The fantasy and orgasm relieve her but the effect on me is just the opposite and almost painful as my cock begs for the same release.

No this is much, much different, this is not the fantasy that forms in my brain as Trisa's lips glide down my shaft frictionlessly oh so warm and comforting. The dream of a lover kissing her deeply while slipping his hand down her thong covered ass, is greatly enhanced when her lips form a suction just below the crown of my cock. Her tongue swirling in rhythm to my description removes any doubt about the beauty of the moment.

I imagine that she looks radiant with her head back, eyes closed and her ass cupped in his hands.

Here and now her eyes are wide open and real.

“Are you OK.... your hands are cold,,,,,,,”

“Yes.....uh....no.....I'm not sure, just nervous I guess” “How about you”

“ I'm nervous too, all of these women are beautiful, what if I don't get noticed”

“It's been a long time since I was competing on the open market” she said with a sly grin..

“I should be so lucky: I thought out loud

“Now, now Trisa said, I'm going home with you.......and I Love You”

“Love you too........but I miss you already.....”

“Don't make me cry” She said with a fake frown and pursed lips.



“It will only be for a little while and then it will be real when we get home............ real ...she said again with wondrous eyes, not pretend like on Saturday mornings”

“This is for both of us, .................” “Don't you want it to be real, make love to me slowly after I'm hot and ready, maybe even extra slippery and all yours”

“Mmmm ...I guess....., but it seems like a lot more fun when you are sucking me”

“Later, I promise”

When Amy arrived to freshen our drinks she took a second to whisper into Trisa 's ear before heading on to the next table.

“What I asked...:

“She said that the powder room is in the hallway on the way to the dance floor”

I looked at my watch.. 8:45 pm, the second hand was incessantly ticking faster and faster, winding closer and closer to the opening of the dance floor.

“What time is it.........Mmmmm 8:47.......”

“I think I will go freshen my makeup Trisa said as she slid her lovely butt off the tall stool”

I grabbed her by the waist when she got close enough and pulled her close to me. Her neck smelled of excitement and perfume, I couldn't let her go, but she twisted gracefully escaping my grasp.

“ I miss you already I..............”

“Don't be silly I'll be right back.......”

The eyes of the husband at the next table followed her perfect butt as she left the safety of the “Dug Out Bar”. I discovered real jealously at that moment.

Up until then jealously was an abstract concept that I played with, poked at and imagined.. Suddenly it hit me with a force I didn't know I had in me. Now it was real, so real I could taste it.......... I wanted to scream....make him stop looking at her ass that way. He was lusting after, her ass, my ass , our ass........who knows at this point, but the feelings were overwhelming.....my desire to grab her and flee was almost to strong to ignore.

But I knew that he wasn't the real source of my jealously. My real demon was an unseen guy that would try to do more than look at her.

The real demon would try to consume her, have her, use her.

Was I the only husband having these feelings? How did the other husbands in this safe place deal with the reality that the love of their lives would soon venture out, away from the safety.

Tick..tick..tick..

I tried to watch game, the picture was great on the HD screens but the concept of the game invaded my thoughts. Wasn't the goal to determine winners and losers, one team occupies territory and wins the game. The ball is just a symbol , a mere marker to hold a place. There are rules and the rules are firm. That game had referees that enforced the rules evenly.

We were also playing a game. A much different game but a game none the less, what about the rules here and what was the territory to be won? Could one team just give away territory and still win? Could all the players win and for that matter who was on each team?

I was startled as Amy put her hand on my shoulder from behind.

“Relax, shhhhhh............relax....they always come back” Her reassuring touch was nice …....

Tick...tick...tick...

Trisa turned the corner and made her way back to the table. I couldn't read her expression but it looked like she was going to burst.

“What”

“Oh My God”

“What”

“Don't look” Trisa turned her head silencing a giggle her hand.

“Don't look at what.........”

“The second table behind us, the woman...”

“Why” Trisa tried to sip her wine but couldn't, the giggles would not subside.

“She....she ..was in the bathroom masturbating....and now..oh god..oh god”

I started to turn my head but Trisa franticly squeezed my hand to stop me.

“ How do you know............”

“She was in the next stall Trisa whispered”

Trisa got up and came to my side the table......” I could hear her , and I saw her shoes...... those heels”

“Are you sure..........”

Yes, I was in a sorority....with 11 other girls.....I know what it sounds like...”

“Now he is kissing her hand, her right hand........oh god, I can't look.........”

“Oh...oh... he just smelled her fingers.....I can't look..”

Amy rejoined us before Trisa could sit back down.......

”I know , I know she said quietly, they do that every week” “And she makes a choice every week too........every week a different guy. I can't image what happens when they get home....”

While her next sentence was anticipated it was still a jolt.,

“The dance floor is now open...... have a good time”

I can't just get up and leave him like this she thought, not so soon, not as soon as the floor opens, it wouldn't be very lady like to just desert him.

“I love you......... are you OK”

“Mmmmm.....yes I guess.......this is just a big step” ….he said in a low voice

“I know honey but we talked about it for months, your just nervous.....I'm sure thats normal”

He took a long drink and reached for her hand, her thoughts drifted as she watched him toy with her wedding rings.

Friday night love making was she wonderful she though, much like the other passion filled nights she spent in the arms of her husband. But Saturdays morning are better she thought with a giggle.

“What are you giggling about” he asked with a serious tone

“I don't know....just that you love me this much makes me very happy...”

Saturday mornings were special, no rushing off to work, plenty of time for young lovers to explore and enjoy the delight of sex with a familiar partner. The fantasy was special then in their bedroom in the bed they shared.

First light always awaken her, but she usually drifted back off to the comfort of sleep in a safe secure place. Their temperate climate made sleeping naked a simple pleasure they both enjoyed. Drifting off to sleep naked made them a closer couple.

Even after 5 years of waking up with Trisa he never got used to the wonderful aroma that wafted up from the sheets on Saturday mornings. When his love marinated in her body overnight, along with her lingering wetness, the perfect morning aphrodisiac was formed. Simply put, it made his dick hard.

Sometimes a good morning kiss was all he could manage before rolling over and rejoining the previous nights dance. Trisa was the perfect dance partner for this timeless dance. Her womanly hips rebounded from his thrusts consuming his penis on the way up. Her feet over his back bounced in perfect harmony to his love making. Her lips formed for the kiss she knew was coming, she loved to be kissed while making love.

The first contact of the his penis to her womanhood was always slightly dry, but as the force of penetration joined them together his love rejoined the dance from the depths of her vagina. The feeling was heaven sent. Trisa's tight vagina fit him perfectly, yet his rich fluid from the last dance made its way between them smoothing the ridges inside her pussy. His cock seemed to slide with a smoothness unmatched by normal arousal or anything ever put in a bottle. The smoothness comforted the urgency he normally felt giving him the ability to extend the dance for a long time. Time that made her feel alive and loved and wonderful, time that sealed the fissures any young marriage experienced.

I was the fantasy that made Saturdays so special.................

“What if that was his cum”... She liked to whisper in his ear...

“What if he had just fucked me....had an orgasm in me..........a hard orgasm” .....

” Oh..Oh..Oh.. God yes please fuck me harder..... harder”

“...a hard orgasm for him, me on my knees, bent over and fucked ”........ special words in his ear that always increased the rhythm of their love making.

His orgasm was always close behind..........the words were like a trigger.

A trigger that Trisa love to pull.......

End Chapter 2

[kixxmn]

Your words are well said... We have danced the dance for a very long time... I can feel your angst.... and its bitter sweet feeling indeed.... tick tick tick....
Time stands still once your wife has left your side...
Keep UP the good work...
The Kixx's

[trucker54]

I am really enjoying this story line. Anticipating the "night of discovery".

[allengt]

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