Sixty-Nine in a Forbidden Room

It all started when my husband, Jack, who I adore despite his wild side, got fixated on the idea of bringing another woman into our bed, perhaps someone bold to spark his fantasies. Part of me was intrigued, maybe even a little turned on by the thought, so after some hesitation, I agreed to make it happen.

This happened back in the late ’70s, a time when the world felt wide open, before the shadow of disease changed everything. We’d been married six years, still hungry to push the boundaries of pleasure. I don’t look back with regret, but it’s not something I’d revisit.

One humid summer night, we found ourselves strolling through a gritty downtown district, where neon lights flickered and the air carried a mix of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke. Jack was buzzing, his voice low and teasing as he whispered naughty ideas in my ear. He asked if he could play around a bit with the women lining the streets, and I nodded, giving him the green light. He wandered off to flirt, and I decided to take charge, knowing I had a better eye for picking the right one.

I stopped in front of a woman with golden skin and a cascade of dark curls, her figure soft but enticing, with a confident smile that suggested she was new to this world. She was petite, her eyes warm and inviting, like she hadn’t been hardened by the streets yet. If this was going to happen, I wanted to choose someone who felt right, and she seemed vibrant and clean. I asked her price for a session with my husband while I watched, and she agreed with a knowing nod.

Jack was practically trembling with excitement, his words caught in his throat as she led us through a narrow alley to a small, dimly lit room above a dive bar, the stairs creaking under our feet and the air thick with the scent of sweat and spilled liquor.

Once inside, the room felt alive with tension. Jack and the woman, whose name we never caught, didn’t waste time. She peeled off her tight dress, revealing smooth curves that gleamed under the faint light of a single bulb. Jack’s hands were on her instantly, his breath ragged as he pulled her close. I sat on a rickety chair in the corner, my heart pounding as I watched their bodies press together, her hips grinding against him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She guided him to the bed, her movements confident, and straddled him, her thighs gripping his sides as she leaned down, her lips brushing his neck. Jack groaned, his hands roaming her back, clutching at her as she moved with a sensual precision that had me gripping the edge of my seat, my own body responding despite myself. The sight of her riding him, her curves swaying, her breathy moans mixing with his, sent a jolt through me I couldn’t ignore.

When Jack finished, his body shuddering with a loud gasp, I couldn’t hold back. I rushed to him, my lips crashing against his in a fevered kiss, thrilled that my bold choice had driven him wild. The woman watched us, her chest still heaving, a faint smile on her lips as Jack lay there, spent and dazed.

Then, unexpectedly, she turned her attention to me. Maybe she sensed my curiosity, or maybe she was just as caught up in the moment as I was, but she reached out, her fingers grazing my arm, then tugging at my blouse. I didn’t resist as she undressed me, her touch both gentle and commanding, stripping me down until I was bare on the worn sheets. The air felt electric, my skin tingling as she explored me with a knowing grin.

Look at you, all flushed and ready – she purred, her fingers tracing my collarbone before dipping lower.

– You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?

Her words sent a shiver through me, and I could only nod, my voice lost in a haze of desire. She leaned in, her lips brushing my chest, her tongue circling slowly, teasing until I arched toward her, a soft whimper escaping me. – Please… anywhere you want – I gasped, my body aching for more. – You’re making me burn… keep going, harder… don’t hold back! Her mouth was relentless, tugging and sucking with just enough pressure to make me dizzy, a fire spreading from my core as I clutched the sheets, my breaths coming in short, desperate bursts.

I was swept away, lost in the intensity of this stranger who seemed to know exactly what I needed. My body felt like it was unraveling, every touch igniting new waves of heat. She slid lower, her breath warm against my skin as she paused, her eyes locked on mine with a playful challenge. – Patience, love – she teased, glancing at Jack, who was watching, wide-eyed and transfixed. – Your man’s enjoying the show.
Don’t stop, you two – Jack muttered, his voice thick with awe. – This is unreal.

She dove in, her tongue exploring me with slow, deliberate strokes, finding every sensitive spot with maddening precision. My hips bucked involuntarily, my body trembling as she worked, her lips and fingers coaxing me to the edge. The room filled with the sounds of my gasps and her soft murmurs, and soon I was lost in a flood of sensation, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me breathless.