Note to reader: The first part of this saga detailed how a couple, Rick and Rachael, found a good deal of excitement by simply having her show more skin than usual. All of the action took place in a restaurant and then in a hotel bar. The story starts slowly as this was all new to them. The title of "A Missing Button Started It All" is in reference to an event in which a button on the lead female's blouse went missing, resulting in some interesting exposure. All action that follows results from that. During that story, there was some interaction with George, a co-worker of Rick's, and Marsha, a waitress in the hotel bar. In each case, they helped add to Rick and Rachael's excitement without engaging in sex with them. George was able to briefly touch Rachael but nothing more. At the end of the chapter, the lead couple went on home to be by themselves and do what happily married couples do. Now, part 2 begins. As we might hope, things do evolve. A lot.
STARBUCKS: "What the hell am I doing here?" I sat at the table in Starbucks nervously while asking myself this question for the hundredth time. I had picked Starbucks because it seemed innocuous and safe. Safe from what? Hooking up? It was not the sort of location where people would "hook up." Is that what I was doing... trying to hook up. And, with another woman, no less? Again, "What the hell am I doing?" Nearly a week earlier, my husband Rick and I had engaged in some sensual and erotic play as the result of a missing button. Mostly it was me doing some flashing, but it did end up with another man touching my chest. My boobs. My tits. I had never done anything like that, and it certainly wasn't planned. My purposefully showing off some cleavage was a deliberate act. Everything else just evolved from that. In the course of events, we met Marsha. She is a charming, slender yet well-endowed, redhead. I would guess her age to be late twenties, but I couldn't be sure. What I did know was that she was cute, and seemed to really enjoy the erotic situation. When George, Rick, and I left the bar, Marsha had given me a card with her phone number on it and the message "Any time. Any place." I don't think she meant Starbucks when she had written that. Regardless of where she meant, I had been surprised, maybe even shocked. Another woman seemed to be hitting on me and I am not a lesbian. I am a happily married woman who loves fucking my guy. Had I been sending off lesbian vibes to her? What had caused her to give me that card and to do so in private? I'm not a lesbian. Yes, I can appreciate the sexual appeal of another woman but I don't lust after them. That night, when we had arrived home after the event in the restaurant and bar, Rick and I had screwed like horny teenagers. To say we were turned on would be a major understatement. Later, when we were lying in bed exhausted, I told him about the note Marsha had handed to me. Prior to this, we had teased each other about bringing someone else into the mix, but it was only a playful fantasy. Now, someone was openly inviting her way in. Or was she just propositioning me and not both of us? Never had I considered just me being with another woman. The fantasy was always with both Rick and me being with another person, especially another woman. The fantasy of having a woman in bed between us while Rick and I with the two of us exploring her was our greatest mutual fantasy. Could Marsha be the one to fulfill this fantasy? What would happen if Marsha wanted only me and not Rick? And, why in the hell was I even questioning this? Certainly, I wasn't going to go through with this in any form. Would I? So, again, why was I sitting there in that Starbucks waiting for her to meet me? Simple. After I told Rick about the note from Marsha, he just could not let it go. The idea of me being with her excited him beyond words. To be more accurate. During the next two days we fucked more times than I can count and, each time, he would talk about what it would be like for us, or just me, to have sex with her. Marsha is delectable, yes. But bring another woman into our bed? Setting aside the idea of my possibly having sex with another woman, what did I think about my husband potentially fucking her? I told Rick that, with the reality facing us and this no longer just being a far-off fantasy, I didn't know if I was comfortable with seeing him with Marsha. "Fine. Then just the two of you get together. As long as I can watch, of course." Then we fucked again. Okay, so that seemed to be his major turn-on. It wasn't that he wanted to lay that cute redhead. No. He mostly seemed to want for me to be with her, and he wanted to sit back and watch. So, after two days of his prodding, I called Marsha. When I called, I didn't know if I wanted for her to answer or not. Soon, that issue was resolved. She answered and she said she really had hoped I would call. After our brief chat with my listening to a voice which could only be described as seductive, arrangements were made to have coffee and now I was sitting there in that crowded place. That very non-sensual place. And she was due to arrive at any moment.
Within ten minutes of talking with Marsha, I felt like I had a new lifelong friend. I really liked this woman. Nothing was said of any sexual nature. No hints of how I had been at the bar where she was serving. No talk of why I had called her. If anyone nearby was listening in, they would only surmise that it was two female friends talking about family, our jobs, travel, and more. We had so much in common, it was amazing. She had traveled to many of the same places I had been to both with and without my husband. Our thoughts on almost every aspect of life were the same. We completely and totally gelled. About the only real difference was she was ten years younger than me and, as a result, I had a few more experiences under my belt. That isn't entirely true. I later learned that in the topic of sex, her array of experiences was far broader and deeper than mine ever was. I just did not know it then. After more than an hour we left that coffee shop and headed out to the parking lot. I started to just let her know how much I enjoyed meeting her, but she guided me to her car, a Mercedes sports car. It would seem that she had money. "Come talk with me for a moment," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the car which was off to a far side of the lot in an area with little activity. As we walked to the car, she surprised me by telling me that she and George, my husband's coworker, had gotten together after Rick and I had left for home. I thought that George had gone up to his room. As things turned out, he had come back down a short while later and he and Marsha ended up in his hotel room at the end of her shift. "He's a nice guy and charming but dull in bed," Marsha said simply. "I prefer a more creative lover." I didn't know what to say to this. To me, my husband and I were fairly "creative", to use her term, but I had little to measure that against except for some soft porn we had watched together. Soon, I was sitting in the front passenger seat of her car and she took the driver's seat. "I want to be creative with you." Again, I didn't know what to say. Now, at least, there was no doubt that this cute redhead wanted to share a bed with me. Before I knew what was happening, Marsha leaned across the car's center console and guided me to face her. Soon we were embroiled in a deep kiss! This was the first kiss like this with another woman since one experimental event with my roommate back in college, twenty years before. It was wonderful! It was scary and I shouldn't like it so much. But, oh did I like it. In the midst of kissing her and tasting that beautiful mouth, I thought of how I had rejected George when he wanted to kiss me. I had told him that kissing was reserved for my husband as, to me, it was a purely romantic gesture. Why didn't I have these same reservations with Marsha? With her, it was just the opposite. I wanted more. Luckily there was no activity in that parking lot around us, so we were able to continue our kiss for several moments. "I want for you to be mine," she said. It wasn't a question; it was more of a command. "I'm married. You know that." I stuttered, my voice was not steady. "This is cheating. I shouldn't be doing this." She just gave me a patient look but held her face close to mine. I could smell her delicate perfume as I looked into those eyes. "What do you want to happen, Rachael?" She said softly, all the while one hand was gently caressing my left leg over the pants I was wearing. That hand was just inches from my crotch. After a long pause, I finally gave her an answer. No part of me wanted to turn her down. I just was unsure of what to accept or what to offer. "You intrigue me, Marsha. There is something about you which makes me want to cast aside what I am." "So, what do you think you are?" "A normal married woman who loves her husband and doesn't want to screw that up." She pulled back and gave me an almost disgusted look. "Then leave. Go to him." In a near panic, I turned back to her. "I want you. I want to experience you. Can we be together with Rick? He has already said that he wants to watch the two of us together. Can we do that?" I had rattled off my thoughts in rapid-fire. Yes, Rick had playfully stated he would like to watch me with another woman, but, did he really? What would he think of me if I actually did that? I guided her hand back to my leg. This time, I held her hand gently against me, while she moved that hand until it was softly pressing against my crotch. "It is funny how so many men want to watch their wives or girlfriends get it on with other women. I doubt they have a clue as to the depth of feelings we share while playing with each other. If they did, I don't think guys like your Rick would be so anxious for it to happen." She capped off this thought by kissing me again and then pulling back to look into my face. A moment of silence went by while Marsha softly rubbed my crotch over my pants. Oh my god but that was incredible. "I'll do it, Rachael. I will be with you and we will explore each other's bodies while your husband is watching." "He will like that. I will like that." She surprised me with her next statement. "Pull your pants down then call your husband while I explore you." Glancing around the parking lot from the inside of her car I confirmed that there was no one any-where near us. There was no chance that any person could guess what was going on just then. With a set of quick motions, I rose up slightly and pulled my capri pants down to below my knees. "Now your panties." "What if someone comes by?" "Then you give them a big smile and say nothing." It was clear that her tone was becoming more commanding. As these events progressed, Marsha was taking more control. I did nothing to stop her, maybe because I needed something of a push to start this lesbian fling. My pants and panties were off and both now on the floor of the car before me. It didn't take long before Marsha reached across the center console and placed a hand between my legs. She nudged me to spread my legs wide and I did. She whispered to me to just relax and enjoy this. I did. Her fingers traced my very wet pussy lips and soon one was inside me. Damn, that felt incredible! "Call him!" Marsha practically demanded. "Tell him that we will get together in the hotel where I work on Saturday night," As she provided these instructions, Marsha continued to play with my pussy. My wet cunt. Pulling her hand away for a moment, she brought her wet fingers up to my mouth. I didn't hesitate. She wanted for me to taste my own cunt and I was eager to please. Rick also liked for me to do this and I always enjoyed it when it happened. Soon, I was on the phone and gave Rick the news that Marsha would join us this coming weekend. He was ecstatic although he couldn't say much given that he was at work. "Tell him what I am doing to you now." She instructed. "She has two fingers deep inside of me now," I almost moaned aloud as I told him this. There was a long pause. Was he upset? "Where are you?" "In a remote part of the parking lot at our usual Starbucks. You know, that area with the trees where we sometimes walk our dog." "Are you safe? Nothing is being forced on you is it?" I had to love him for that question. His concern about my safety came first. "Yes. And, ooooh wooowww, I am definitely having fun." "Can you hold off until we all get together this weekend?" "Maybe, and oh damn that feels good!" I moaned as Marsha continued to work me over. "Tell him that when we get together it will be my rules. He is just an observer and you will do everything I ask," Marsha stated simply. I repeated this to my husband. "Everything?" He asked. "What if she gets really twisted?" "I hope she will. I hope she will." I moaned again. With that, our incredible phone call was done. My husband had to get back to work. Much to my dismay, Marsha pulled her hand out from between my legs. "I meant what I said." She advised. "He doesn't participate unless I say he can, and you will do everything I ask." Damn, at that moment she could have asked me to fuck a conga line of Smurfs and I would have said yes. "Put your pants back on." She added to her instructions. "Oh, and going forward, when we are together, you will always wear skirts or dresses. No more pants." "You make it sound like you have plans for more than this coming Saturday." Her comment about "going forward" had intrigued me. "You bet I do. If you play nice on Saturday and do even the perverse things I have in mind, then we will definitely be seeing more of each other." So, with that and with my clothes put back together, I got out of the car and worked my way back to my SUV on wobbly knees. END of Part II rn"
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