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[MF] Self Denial and “Cheating”

I don’t know if this counts as a “gone wild” story, but thinking back, it’s definitely weird.
My wife and I have a group of “couple friends” that we hang out with frequently. One of the couples – let’s call them “Dave” and “Becky”. We’re all good friends, but I have a special connection with Becky. I really like Dave too as a friend so I’ve always felt guilty about it.
Now it’s not that Becky is insanely hot or anything, she’s pretty, but – she’s a lot of fun to hang out with, she laughs at my jokes, she flirts with me when we banter, etc etc. We don’t really obviously flirt in front of other people when we’re hanging out, but sometimes she’ll brush me while passing by me at a party, grab me from the side, etc.
I always wanted to fuck her, but obviously the fact that we’re both married is a hurdle. For us at least. I don’t want to cheat and neither does she.
I wanted to check if our “connection” was just in my head or not so I decided to randomly text her at times – sharing memes, jokes, or just initiating casual conversation from my side. She would always respond and we would get into long conversations that were deep and I guess “flirtatious” (she said she found me kinda attractive, but nothing explicit), but she would never initiate conversations on her own. So I thought it was in my head. I know it would stupid of me to push my own boundaries and that it was wrong.
However, last month, a bunch of us just decided to get a cabin for a weekend near some hiking trails in the state that I live in. There’s a small town, so the plan was to hike during the day, go out in the evening and chill / play board games at night.
There were six of us – 3 couples. My ankle got a little fucked up right before the trip, so I decided I’ll stay at the cabin while the others hiked. I had planned to catch up on work. Right before everybody leaves, Becky said she wasn’t feeling great either. She jokingly said she’ll stay behind to give me company / annoy me. I honestly didn’t think much of it, and as there hasn’t been a history of anything like this in our group no one gave it a second thought.
The four hikers (my wife, Dave, and the other couple) left, and I was alone with Becky. It was like 3-4 hours till everyone was back so it was gonna be a long time with just us. I was honestly a little excited to be able to talk to her alone, I actually didn’t think it would go anywhere. We chatted for a bit, and I said I really needed to catch up on work so I pulled out my laptop and started working at the kitchen breakfast bar.
She was watching TV outside for a bit but she turned it off and came over to me. I had a crick in my neck so I just rubbed my own neck for a second. She asked me if my neck hurt I said a little. Without any prompting she started massaging my neck and shoulders. I told her that felt good, like REALLY good. She laughed. I decided to push my luck and said it might actually be feeling “a little too good if you know what I mean”. She laughed and called me a perv. She massaged me for a bit and squeezed my love handles and butt and went back over to the couch.
I sat next to her on the couch. She started the British Baking show. I told her I’d seen it and in jest tried to change it to something else with the remote. She (again in jest) grabbed my forearm with the remote, then I grabbed arm. We wrestled for a bit and she grabbed my bicep and I instinctively put my free arm around her waist and pulled her towards me.
She leaned in for a kiss but I pulled away (yea, I know right?). She ended up kissing my neck.
She let out an audible “oh” in disappointment. I told her she shouldn’t be disappointed, and I had been feeling like there was something between us for a little while, but I didn’t know she returned my feelings. It was just so unexpected for me to see her returned feelings. Also, I really didn’t want to cheat on my wife.
She said she always felt very connected and attracted to me but she also didn’t want to cheat on her husband. We had just got caught up in the moment.
So we awkwardly started watching TV again. I kept racking my brain for how I could do something with her and it won’t be a bad thing. I decided to do something weird and I turned off the TV. She looked at me curiously. I told her that I was willing to explore what we have a little more with some ground rules so we can be morally in the clear. She asked what I meant.
I told her I wanted to kiss her but that wasn’t okay. Maybe I would just touch her.
She said she’d like that and that she’d touch me too. We then made the weirdest ground rules in history: no kissing / mouth stuff and no touching bare genitals with skin or hands.
You would think we wouldn’t be able to do much, and sure enough we held hands for like the first minute. But then we started stroking each other, her my back and me her stomach.
She then sat on my lap, fully clothed and started moving back and forth. I was wearing indoor shorts so I could really feel it. I got rock hard and tried to kiss her but she said we made rules for a reason.
She took her top off and said I should be able to fondle her breasts as those weren’t genitals. So there I was, fondling her breasts and as I got close to sucking them she batted me away saying mouth was unfortunately against my rules.
She told me to take my pants off. I said that would be violating the rules. She said “there’s nothing against me seeing it, and I’m clothed down there”. At this point she was wearing just a skirt and underwear. I took my pants off and she sat back on my rock hard dick. I told her this was definitely a violation and she said no, because she wasn’t touching my dick and she was fully clothed. She kept riding me blowing into my ear telling me how she wanted me to moan. I told her I was going to cum and she said we never said that was against the rules. I hadn’t cum for a while so I finished inside her skirt on her underwear.
I told her this was definitely a violation of our rules in spirit and she smiled and said maybe I should have been clearer. I was worried about potential pregnancy (low chance through underwear but still) and she said not to worry she had an IUD and her underwear was on.
She gave me a peck on the cheek and said it was her turn. She took her underwear off and told me to put my pants on. She rode my leg and pleasured herself until we collapsed in a heap. I was hard again, and this time she jerked me off with her skirt wrapped around me dick to “stay within the rules”.
I felt really guilty obviously, but it also didn’t feel like cheating. I told her I needed some time to think about what was going on and she said she had fun, and as long as we stay within the rules and keep our sessions limited it should be okay. I told her I was thinking this was a one time thing and she just said “yea we’ll see about that”.
The rest of the weekend passed by without a hitch. People didn’t hike the next day so we didn’t do stuff in the cabin, but while we were driving back (we had rented a full size SUV and we were sitting in the back) she rubbed her to completion from outside my pants.
I had no idea what to do. I definitely knew I’d constructed this fake “out”, and my wife would definitely be furious if I told her. At the same time it feels like harmless fun. Honestly I don’t have a bad marriage and my wife and I connect on other things and our sex life is good too. It just feels like a different kind of thing with Becky.
So over the last month, we’ve had 2 more “within the rules sessions”. I don’t want to get caught with her so things only happened in situations where everyone else was either gone for a while or not gonna show up (e.g. golf on a golf course where we split up, movie theater bathroom).
I feel terrible and great at the same time. She’s suggested she can blow me through a plastic bag next time and I can wear gloves and finger her. I can’t have that happen, how’s that different from blowing me through a condom? She’s definitely trying to push the boundaries. I dunno maybe I’ll just go through with it.

A sensual party {sensual, not sex}

My handler slid the call button into my right hand. I was all set to go, cleaned, primped and rubbed down with something that smelled of lemons. The only addition they had made was shockingly blue contacts, per request of one of the patrons.
On hands and knees on a padded table, I braced myself, breasts swinging gently as they slowly wheeled me into the room. The others had been placed as the guests mingled. Two reclining couches, heavy tables with sumptuous chairs, a few loveseats, one St Andrews cross edged the room, while the two padded tables were being placed in the center of the room. A buffet table overflowed with rich tidbits and bottles of drink.
There were ten of us, all naked among a throng of exquisitely dressed people. We are special pieces at this holiday gathering. Rules were no sex/insertions, petting/touching welcome from the guests but not to be returned from the pieces, no abuse. A civilized gathering to say the least. Each piece had a call button for if the rules were broken with them, they needed a bio break or were simply overwhelmed.
The most of the pieces already had guests engaged with them. The twin blonde women on the reclining couches had what looked like a father and son sitting with them. The son was just gently petting his companion, while the father seemed intent on driving his to distraction with heavy petting. The men carried on a calm conversation as they each enjoyed themselves.
There were four pieces seated at the different tables, 2 of either sex. A male piece had a laughing brunette in his lap. She nibbled at his ear and played with his hair while she giggled with her friends. The lone female was pulled to her feet and led to a different table where the other girl, a redhead, sat curled under the arm of a gentleman who simple trailed his fingers along her body at leisure. The one being led, a petite and curvy girl with chestnut hair, was lifted to sit on the table. The gentleman who placed her there, pulled his chair in front of her, lifting her feet so they were on either side of his legs. He smiled up at her and caressed her thighs and legs, as she grinned down at him with blushing cheeks. The other male was sitting next to a gentleman who simple held his hand as they people watched.
The theme here was all sensual and soothing. I was surprised that the overtone of sex was so mild. I caught myself relaxing now that I knew.
The other padded table was still empty when I came in. That question was answered when one of the patrons stripped his date and placed her on the table on her back, legs crossed Indian style. Her clothes were placed in a drawer within the table, a call button in her hand. Built like a dancer, she submitted with nervous trembling. He praised her and promised rewards at the end of the night before walking away to sit on a loveseat with another patron.
As I scanned the room from my vantage point, a lady in a gray, shimmering dress smiled at me. She dismissed herself from her group and sauntered my way. Sliding a chair in front of me, she began to caress my face. Her green eyes latched onto mine and I realized this must be who made the request for a blue eye, black haired woman. Something about the way she smiled at me while she caressed me had me catching my breath. I parted my lips and she immediately started to run her fingers along them. I wanted nothing more than to lick her fingers, suck on them. But breaking the rules would have me expelled and I didn’t want to stop what she was doing. I had never been so relaxed or so aroused. She spent what felt like forever sliding her thumb along my lips, palming my jaw or wrapping a hand along my neck to turn my head where she pleased. She would come back and do that for minutes at a time through the evening, never speaking to me. She slipped me mouthfuls of sweet wine and bites of desserts and canapés. Occasionally she would caress other parts of my body as she moved across the room
In between those times, it seemed like everyone touched me. Some of them lazily as if I was a piece of furniture they patted as conversations wore on. Other with a focus that had me fighting for control, slight pinches of my labia or rubbing my nipples til I moaned. Most simply explored my body in fascination and curiosity. One couple was intent on finding where I was ticklish and I noticed they did this with every piece they met. I changed positions every once in a while. Downward dog which invited a lot of ass groping. Curled up on my side which seemed to cause the most general petting. Sitting in mediation pose only lasted a little while. No one seemed willing to disturb me.
The one startling moment came when one of the blonde twins screamed in orgasm. The whole party stopped to watch her writhe in the fathers embrace. He smirked as he pressed on her mound. A handler came to verify that no wrongdoing had occurred. They confirmed that he had merely overwhelmed her senses with words and fondling to the point she had orgasmed when he cupped between her legs. Her sister looked on in rapt attention, now cuddling with an older woman in a pantsuit. They both seemed to enjoy her siblings paroxysms of pleasure.
An hour or so into the evening, I was startled to see a cat girl come in through the door. She crawled alongside her master as if her appearance there was normal and expected. He waved her on and soon she was soliciting pets from around the room. The most interesting was watching her arch her back as people ran their hands down her in much the same manner as a cat. Even to the point of arching when people got to her tail, which was obviously an anal plug attachment. I delighted in watching her play her part, climbing on the couch to snuggle against the sated blonde or lapping wine from a bowl her master produced for her.
I enjoyed watching the other pieces as the night progressed. The chestnut haired girl had ended up splayed across the tabletop. But she moved on and spent some time with others before returned to be tucked in beside her original interest. They were on a couch as he palmed her breasts with obvious shared delight.
The dancer moaned and sighed her way through the evening. She only lasted about 1.5 hours before begging her date to take her home and fulfill his promises. He relented but made her walk to the car naked as payment for leaving early.
The loveseats and couches were full with patrons and pieces enjoying the power of touch. A couple had one female piece draped across their laps as they cuddled and stroked her. Another piece blissfully was draped in a chair as a male patron in a fine suit massaged her legs and feet. Many held hands or cuddled, nestled in against a comforting presence. One gentleman enjoyed putting pieces together to allow them to enjoy each other. The redhead and the tallest of the males seemed to enjoy this the most, while their instructor basked in their satisfaction.
Late in the night, one of the other pieces started to get handsy with his companion, who promptly called for a handler. He agreed to be bound on the St Andrews cross, rather than expelled. Once he was bound, he probably regretted the choice. By unspoken agreement, all those who touched him, only caressed his genitals. Rolling his balls in their hands, tapping nails along the head of his penis, palming the heavy twitching weight of his cock. Within an hour, he was a writhing mess. He didn’t last much past the hour. He used his call button and left for the evening.
The party ended shortly after that, as if his punishment had soured the mood a little. Many of the pieces were curled in with their favorites. We were all drenched in touch and sensation. You could tell some invitations had been issued. Pieces are not required to take them, but often do. The whole evening had been so arousing and yet, I was very relaxed. As I sat up to leave for the evening, the lady in the gray dress slid between my knees. She slid her palm along my jaw and smiled down at me before pressing silken lips to mine.
The first words she spoke to me were “Let me take you home”
And I did.