This, I guess, is a true confession of sorts.

I am, in this story, trying to sort out what happened so I (and you) can understand what it all means.

Maybe I should start with Lisa, my lovely wife of eight years. Lisa has always been a sweet, loving, soft spoken, gentle person. You can tell a lot about her just by looking at her.

She has soft, blue eyes and light brown hair, which hangs straight to just her shoulders. A button nose and full, pretty lips. She's short, with a thin waist and perky little breasts. Two, little handfuls, cone shaped with long, protruding nipples.

I love her breasts but Lisa has always been self-conscious about them. Ever since I met her, when we were seventeen, ten years ago.

We didn't have sex until we were properly married. Didn't even have sex on our honeymoon night because Lisa got her period the day before our wedding.

How is her pussy?

Well, it's hard for me to talk about her pussy. I mean, she is my wife and all... It's not easy to talk about your wife's sexual attributes to strangers but (as you'll see) maybe I should tell all so you'll understand why I'm in such a flustered state of mind.

Lisa, as I've said, saved herself for me. When I first had sex with her, I found her pussy to be so warm and tight and pretty... She had long, wispy, light brown hair, growing just at her pubic bone that curled, like baby hair, over her puffy, perfect lips. You could take it and pull it away from her body and it would stretch three inches and expose her almost hairless mons. I had the hardest time trying to get my cock into her that first night. I had to use KY jelly and smear it all over my shaft and inside her tight, delectable slit and I fucked her as carefully and as lovingly as I could, kissing her as her eyes filled with tears from the pain of losing her virginity.

Lisa wasn't what you would call a passionate fuck, at first, but during our first year of marriage, I showed her how to have orgasms...

What? I had to show my wife how to get off?

Well... yeah. Odd as it sounded to me at the time, Lisa had never had an orgasm until about a year into our marriage. She had never masturbated in her life, had no idea what her clit was for and told me that she never touched herself "down there" because (her mother told her) it was dirty and "nice" girls didn't do it.

You should have seen the trauma in her eyes the first time I licked her out! She couldn't believe a person would put their mouth on that part of a girl!

Lisa's pussy tasted like sugar syrup and was oh so lickable! My tongue just feasted in her spicy slit until she came.

She really got off when I did that. She had such a strong climax, pulling my face to her pussy, with her legs wide apart, and holding my hair like a bridal as she arched her back and screamed at the ceiling...

It was a few weeks later that she first returned the favor to me. She didn't seem to enjoy it much and I had to tell her when I was near orgasm because she certainly didn't want my cum in her mouth.

I, as hard as this sounds, felt guilty teaching the nastier aspects of sex to Lisa. She was so pure and so delicate and so innocent and loving. She was like an angel to me. Fucking her in the mouth seemed somehow too perverted anyway.

She made it clear to me that she would do the sexual acts I requested of her because she truly loved me and did want to please me.

Now, you have to understand that our marriage was great and our sex life, though kept to just under the blankets at night, was pretty good too. Just having someone as lovely as Lisa to fuck was good enough for me.

It just began to slow down a little in the last few years.

Though we both wanted them, we never had any children. We went in for testing and found out that Lisa was as fertile as a rabbit but I, it turned out, had a condition where my sperms (though plentiful) were lethargic and not very potent.

This discovery seemed to chill our sexual desire, for each other, slightly.

We still had sex, once every other week or so, and I was still horny as hell for Lisa. She just seemed to become less and less "in the mood" for me and less willing to do anything other than straight, missionary intercourse.

This was the situation we were in as our ninth anniversary approached.

I was so in love with my wife and I wanted to respark our lovemaking so badly.

I planned a big night out for Lisa with an elegant dinner and dancing and a trip to a nightclub.

There was a place in town called "Libido" and all the guys at work were talking about it. It was a bar that featured sex dancers: men and women who danced and undressed and simulated (or really did?) sex acts on the stage.

I figured that, after an evening of this (and the diamond necklace I had bought her) my Lisa would become passionate for me again.

"Lisa?" I asked her, as she cleared away the dinner dishes.

She was wearing a plain, light-blue house dress that formed to her curves and accentuated her compact, shapely body.

As she set the plates in the sink, she looked over her shoulder at me, "What?"

I smiled back at her as she started the water running in the sink.

"How would you like to go out on the town for our anniversary on Friday?"

"Sure, Les," she said. "Where? To a movie?"

"Well," I said, watching her for a reaction, "I was thinking about dinner at London's and dancing at The Strand and then maybe to Libido for drinks..."

"Libido?" she said loudly and then she turned to me slowly, folding her arms across her chest. I could see her left eyebrow raise under her light-brown bangs as she said, "Isn't that the place where they have sex on the stage?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Oh no," she said firmly. "You're never getting ME into a place like that!"

"Lisa!" I protested.

"No," she said firmly. "The dinner and the dancing sound nice. You should have quit while you were ahead."

"It's for YOU," I said, leaving my seat and going to her so that I could take her little hand into mine and look down into those soft, blue eyes of hers.

Her hand was wet with dishwater as she said, "For ME? A show with strange people having sex?" There was an edge of disgust in her voice.

"Well... for US then!"

"Us?"

"Yeah. I think it will make us feel closer together again..."

Lisa pulled her hand from mine and turned back to the sink. "I don't need to see something vulgar to make me feel closer to someone."

"But Lisa," I protested, "we haven't made love in such a long time..."

"We did it last week... I think... or maybe the week before that."

"And you just laid there under me."

She turned back to me now. "What am I SUPPOSED to do? What do you WANT from me? Am I supposed to act like a whore for you? Is that what you want?"

I smiled to try and suppress her irritation at me. "Not a whore, Lisa. I just want you to show some passion toward me."

"Passion? You want passion?"

"Yes."

"For the little time you spend on top of me?"

"You excite me so, Lisa. I can't help it if I cum before you do... You won't let me lick your pussy anymore..."

She turned back to the sink again. "I don't want to talk about such things. Now isn't the time."

"When IS?"

She didn't answer. She just finished the dishes as I stood there, staring at the sexy curves of her back.

Thursday, after work at the plant, I stopped by the local bar to have a beer before going home.

It was loud in Morgan's, just as it was every afternoon after shift change.

I drank a Miller and then started to leave when my brother Larry walked up to me.

I hadn't seen him since the family party at Christmas and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and said, "Les. How 'ya doin'? What's been happening?"

Larry was two years older than me and, it always seemed, much happier. He was a confirmed bachelor and was always telling me about all the pussy he was getting.

It was no wonder. Larry had gotten all the good looks from Mom and Dad's gene pool. He was tall and muscular with his dark hair and steely grey eyes. Had perfect teeth behind the lips of his grinning mouth.

When we were younger, Larry made first string on the football team and was the captain in his senior year. All the girls wanted him then and still want him now. He was always bragging to me that, during his senior year, he had fucked every girl on the cheerleading squad except one. That was Lisa. She was going with me at that time.

"Things are fine," I said. But I must not have sounded too convincing.

Larry sat down on the stool next to me and I sat back down as he said, "What? Married life not treating you well? That can't be it. You're married to such a cutie!"

I shrugged as Larry called for two beers and, when the bartender walked away I said, "I don't know, Larry. Lisa's been kinda' cool acting lately."

"Cool acting?" he said, wiping the suds from his upper lip. "She looks hot to me, Les. Always has. Doesn't she give you any pussy?"

I shrugged again. "She does..." I stammered, not feeling right about talking about my sex life with my brother, "... she just doesn't seem to be "into" it anymore."

"When was the last time you fucked her?" Larry asked now, as if he were suddenly a doctor and I the patient.

"About a week ago..."

"A WEEK?" Larry laughed. "If I had a girl like Lisa, I'd be between those sexy legs every God damn DAY!"

"Yeah?" I said. "That's easy for you to say. You have a different woman every night!"

"Shit, Les," Larry grunted. "That's not all it's cracked up to be. Sure I get a lot of pussy but... shit. The other morning, I woke up with two of the homeliest broads, you ever saw, in my bed. I felt like I was in the petting zoo. I must have been drunk out of my mind the night before."

I laughed at the look of bewilderment on his face. I could tell he was telling me the truth. "What did you do with them?"

"The hell if I know," he said. "But the way my cock hurt, I must have fucked the shit out of both of them."

"What did you do when you woke up?"

"I snuck out, scared as hell that I might wake one of them up. When I came back later, they were gone."

"Lucky you."

"Yeah," Larry said and then he sipped his beer and shook his head. "They were ugly but they had nice bods!"

"Not like the old days, in high school, huh?"

"No way," he said. "I was a real cocksman back then. Man, did I get the pussy! My claim to fame was that I fucked every cheerleader at Coolidge High. Except for one! Now I can't fuck a girl for more than two hours without cumming. Back then, I could fuck all night!"

I laughed.

My brother turned to me. "What's so funny?"

"Fucking all night," I said. "Lisa says I only spend a few minutes on her and it's over..."

"Well, hell," Larry said, "there's your problem. You need to give that girl a good, long, hard fucking! That will straighten her out."

"Yeah," I said, "but she just lays there! She's lost that old magic she once had... I have to just roll on her when the mood hits her and stuff it in and, once I feel that tight, hot, pussy clutching my dick, I just cum. I can't help myself."

"Hmmm," Larry said, thinking the situation over. "Have you tried taking her out?"

"I was going to. Tomorrow night. It's our anniversary. I was taking her to dinner and dancing and to Libido's... but she doesn't want to go."

"Doesn't want to go?"

"Naw. She's just not into sex anymore."

Larry shook his head. "Not into sex? A fine piece of pussy like Lisa? That can't be! That would be such a waste! You two haven't been married THAT long. You should still be screwing every night. Hell," he slapped me on the back, "you should have six kids by now!"

I never told Larry about our problem. Never told anybody. It was only Lisa's and my business.

"I don't know," I said. "Kids would be nice. We always wanted kids, Larry. Maybe that's our problem..."

"Well," Larry said, downing the dregs of his beer, "we've got to do something about this. I'll just have to talk to my sister-in- law!"

I grabbed his arm. "You CAN'T!" I said.

"Why?"

"I don't want her to know I've been talking about her sex life! You don't know Lisa! Sexual things embarrass the hell out of her!"

Larry grinned. "Yeah. She was a little prude in high school."

"She still is!"

Larry stood and tossed a ten on the bar. "Just let me handle it," he said, squeezing my shoulder.

Then he turned and left the bar.

When I got home, Lisa had dinner ready and we ate our pork chops in silence.

After dinner we watched Wheel Of Fortune and then Lisa started to read her Women's Day while I checked out the paper.

I was just reading about last night's Cavs-Pistons game when Lisa asked me how my day was.

I looked over at her, wearing her stretch pants and baggy sweat- shirt. The pants clung to her sexy legs and I could make out the outline of her butt cheeks as she lay on her side on the couch with her knees drawn up.

"I ran into Larry after work," I said.

"How is Don Juan?"

I chucked at her expression of distaste. "Told me he woke up with two women in his bed the other day."

"Oh, he's such a dick!" she said, with disdain, and then she looked back down at the pages of her magazine but I saw a slight smile cross her pouty lips.

Curious, I asked, "Lisa? What do you think of my brother? I mean really think?"

Lisa looked back at me. "Larry's nice," she said. "I've always liked him. It's just..."

"What?"

"He's so conceited. Always has been. Larry knows how good looking he is and that's his problem."

I laughed. "That's a problem?"

"Yes," Lisa said, sitting up. "That's why he has no wife. Women like to use him and he likes to use them. He's much too self- involved to really care about another person."

Her assessment seemed to make sense. "But," I said, "he seems to be happy. He has a good job at the brokerage firm. Has a great apartment. Gets all the women he wants..."

"Guys, like him, get women because of those rugged good looks of his," Lisa stated. "But women know he only wants to use them. They don't care because they don't mind one or two rounds of meaningless sex with a model from the pages of Playgirl magazine."

"What about you?" I asked. "Why didn't you ever fall under his spell?"

"I knew all about Larry in high school. The girls all wanted him. You should have heard the shameless way they talked about getting into the back seat of his car! It was like a badge of honor to be chosen and laid by Larry Martin."

"And you?"

Lisa smiled and got up from the couch and walked over to me.

"I wanted real love, Les," she said as she took my paper and tossed it on the floor. "I wanted (and I got) Larry's sweet, younger brother."

Lisa sat down on my lap and wrapped her warm arms around my neck.

I could smell the feminine fragrance of her body and felt my arousal begin to build as I pressed my lips to the nape of her neck and kissed her, hearing her coo like she used to.

That's when we heard the car pull up out front.

"Who could that be?" Lisa said as she jumped up and walked to the window, peering out between the curtains.

I looked longingly at her shapely ass as she stood there.

"Speak of the devil," she said, turning back to me. "It's your brother."

There came a knock at the door and Lisa walked over and opened it. "Larry," she smiled, "we were just talking about you."

Larry, coming through the door, grinned at me and kissed Lisa on the offered cheek. "Nothing bad, I hope!"

"What else?" she chided. "You're the bad boy of the family, aren't you?"

Larry chuckled, taking off his jacket and tossing it on the couch. His muscled chest, strong arms and flat, wash-board stomach revealed themselves through the material of his tailored, white shirt. "I hope Les wasn't telling you about my escapade with the Oink sisters!"

"Nothing but," Lisa said.

"So," I said as Larry sat down on the couch, "what brings you here? You haven't been in our house since last summer."

My brother looked up at Lisa and then over to me. "Just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by," he said.

I could see Lisa looking at Larry's arms and then at his full head of dark hair.

"Hey," Larry said, "I hear it's your anniversary tomorrow."

"Yes," Lisa said. "Nine years."

"Is it THAT long?" Larry exclaimed. "It seems like only yesterday when I was best man at your wedding." He looked up at Lisa now and grinned that grin of his. "My little brother got the prettiest bride in the state that day."

Lisa seemed to blush and waved her hand at him. "Oh, Larry. You're so full of baloney!"

"Not about you," Larry said.

He looked over at me now. "You know, Lisa, me and Les never had a sister and (since you and my brother got hitched) you've filled that special role in my life."

"Have I?"

Larry nodded up at her. "I think that not having a sister, when I was growing up, kinda' warped my relationships with women."

"What about Les?" she said, "He didn't have a sister and he turned out alright."

"Yeah but, while I was on the football team and nailing all the girls, he hung around with Mom a lot, getting in touch with his feminine side."

I balled up the newspaper and threw it at him, hitting the side of his head with it.

Larry laughed but then said, "Seriously, I'm crazy about the two of you and I'd do anything for you."

Lisa dropped her grin and looked serious now. "You mean that, Larry?"

"Of course," he said. "That's why, when Les told me about your anniversary, I decided to come over here and make it special for you."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Larry patted the couch next to him and Lisa sat down by my brother and let him take her hand.

"I've arranged a limo for the two of you tomorrow," he said.

"You have?"

"And the dinner and dancing is on me."

"It is?"

"Providing one thing..."

"And what's that?" I asked.

Larry, holding Lisa's hand, looked over at me and said, "Providing that I get a dance with this lovely woman of yours in her sexy, red dress."

Lisa blushed again and pushed Larry's muscled shoulder. "Come on," she said to him. "I don't even HAVE a red dress."

Larry held up his hand and quickly stood and walked to the front door as we both sat and watched him. He stepped out and then, when he came back, there was a garment bag in his hand.

As Lisa watched, Larry unzipped the bag, revealing a satiny, bright red dress with a vee-neck.

Lisa stood and walked to him, not taking her eyes off the dress as she went.

"For me?"

"Yeah," he grinned. "An anniversary present."

As he pulled the dress from the bag, a pair of bright, frilly, red bikini panties and a package containing a pair of suspender nylons fell to the carpet.

Lisa looked down and picked them up. The stockings were the kind that were like pantyhose with no crotch. They would come up to her waist with material, at the front and back, holding the stockings up.

"Are these for me too?" she said eyeing him suspiciously.

Larry just smiled. "No," he stated. "Those are for Les!"

"For me?" I yelped.

"Yeah. Wouldn't you like dancing with your beautiful wife, wearing this sexy dress and knowing that she's wearing these accessible undies underneath?"

I laughed out loud as I saw my wife put her hand over her mouth and blush almost as deep a red as the dress.

"Yes," I yelled.

"Well then," he said, looking into her eyes, "you WILL wear these tomorrow night, won't you?"

Lisa smiled at him and then looked down and, in her soft voice, said, "Yes."

"Then it's settled," Larry said, clapping his hands together. "You have the time of your life and I get a dance."

When Larry had gone, Lisa ran to the bedroom to try on the dress which, she told me, fit her perfectly.

"That's my brother," I said. "If there's one thing he knows, it's ladies shapes."

I was excited all day, the next day, at work.

When I came home, Lisa was in the bathroom primping. She had laid out my good, blue suit and I showered and shaved and dressed.

You should have seen my Lisa when she came out of the bathroom. There wasn't a more beautiful woman in the world that night.

She was wearing the red dress and a pair of diamond earrings. Her makeup was perfect and her hair was slightly curled and that red dress just accentuated her sexy figure and made her look terrific. It was low cut in the front and I could see the outlines of her smallish breasts swelling out the sheer, silky, red material and plenty of her pale flesh in the vee opening.

Lisa looked at where I was looking and her smile faded. "I wish they were bigger," she said. "You can't wear a bra with this..."

"They're perfect," I said. "But they need to be accentuated."

I walked to the dresser and handed her the box from Shiffren's jewelry store.

When Lisa saw the diamond necklace, her whole face brightened and beamed at me.

I went behind her and clasped it around her neck, noticing that it matched her earrings. Looking down, I could see her left breast, behind the material of the dress, exposed almost to the pink nipple. It made my cock stir in my pants.

"There," I said, as I stepped in front of her and placed my hands on her shoulders, "now you ARE the most beautiful woman on earth."

Lisa wrapped her arms around me and pushed her sweet lips to mine.

I could feel my body respond to her closeness and the feel of the silky red dress against me and I pushed my tongue to hers, holding her tightly to me.

To hell with the outing, I thought, I wanted to fuck her right now.

That's when we heard the limousine drive up and Lisa pulled back from me.

"Oh," she said, reaching for a Kleenex on the dresser, "I got lipstick on your mouth."

"I'll just lick it off," I said and proceeded to do so.

"Don't do that, Silly," Lisa said and held my chin and dabbed at my lips and then she tossed the Kleenex into the trash basket.

"Time to go," she said and I picked up the white, fox stole from the bed and wrapped it around her soft, bare white shoulders.

"Oh," I said, stopping her and causing her to look back at me. "Are you wearing the stockings and panties that Larry got you?"

Lisa blushed and looked down at her red, high-heel pumps and said, "Yes," in a quiet voice.

"Can I see?" I asked.

Lisa looked up and half-smiled and said, "Later," and walked out the bedroom door.

The dinner at London's was spectacular. Larry had ordered us both lobster and champaign and, each time we finished a lobster, the waiter would bring two more of them and sweet butter to dip them in.

After the dinner, the limo took us to The Strand, the hottest dance club in town.

A corner table was reserved for us and the waitress brought us our drinks, all pre-paid by my brother Larry.

After our second drink, we spotted my brother, standing by the bar and talking to a tall, breath-taking redhead in a clingy, black, low-cut dress.

Seeing us, Larry waved, said something to the woman and walked over.

"Having fun?" he yelled, over the din of the live band.

Lisa, on my right, smiled up at him and nodded.

"Yes," I yelled. "This is great!"

I noticed that Larry was smiling as he stood above us, looking down at Lisa and the space between her chest and the front of her red dress. I remembered, from earlier, that you could almost see all of her breasts from his vantage point.

Lisa leaned forward to take a sip of her drink and I noticed Larry's eyes go two sizes wider.

I patted the chair, next to me, and yelled, "Sit down, Larry. Join us."

Larry shook his head and said, looking at Lisa, "I want my dance now."

Lisa looked up at him and smiled, "Now?"

Larry nodded and Lisa looked at me. "Is it alright?" she asked, the disco lights dancing around her pretty face.

The band was playing "Walk This Way" as loud, and as fast, as they could and I said, "Sure. Why not? Enjoy yourselves."

Larry reached down to her and Lisa took his hand and, as she stood, I saw Larry signal to the band leader and suddenly they began to play "I Will Always Love You", slowly and sensually.

I watched as the fast dancers left the polished floor and Larry took Lisa, around the thin waist of her sexy red dress and pulled her close to him.

I, sitting there, half expected to see her push him back and take one of his hands and place the other at her side so that they could dance at a respectful distance but, as they began to sway together, both of his arms wrapped tightly around her and I saw her arms enwrap his shoulders and her head rest against his muscled chest.

Other dancers took to the floor and soon I could only see glimpses of my brother and my wife as they clung together and slowly shuffled to the music amid the moving throng.

I felt an odd pang in the pit of my stomach as I saw how closely he was holding her body to him and how he was leaning to her and pulling her to him so that her cheek was against his and an odd look of contentment was on her face as she danced with her eyelids closed.

As they disappeared in the throng and reappeared again, I could see how low he had placed his hand on her back. It was just above where the top of the crack of her rounded ass would be and he seemed to be pulling her lower body against his as their hips swayed, in opposite directions, to the music.

That pang in my gut grew stronger now but there was another feeling mixed with it as I suddenly thought about what Lisa's curvy body must feel like in his arms. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. The sight was-- as strange as this sounds --arousing me.

As soon as that song ended, another one, just as slow, began and Lisa and Larry continued their dance, seemingly lost in each others close embrace.

My palms began to sweat and I reached for my drink and swallowed the liquor in one gulp, signaling to the waitress for another one.

When the music ended, my brother and my wife were the last to leave the dance floor. As they approached the table, I could see Lisa's face, smiling and sweet but blushing with the heat of her encounter.

She picked up her little handbag and began to fan herself as she smiled at me and said, "Whew! It's hot in here, Les!"

"Yes it is," Larry agreed and he suggested we move on to the next stop on our itinerary.

"And where's that?" Lisa asked him, still smiling sweetly.

Larry looked right at her and said, "Why, Libido, of course!"

I assumed Lisa was going to protest and tell Larry no but she looked down at me and, still smiling, asked, "Is that okay?"

I tapped the side of my head as if to clear my ear canals and said, "Is that where you want to go?"

Lisa looked at Larry and then at me and said, "It might be interesting..."

On the limo ride to Libido, Lisa sat between Larry and I and Larry made a show of opening another bottle of champagne and he poured us both generous glassfuls.

When we arrived, he told the driver to have his car delivered to the club so that he would have a ride home and then we went inside.

Libido turned out to be a dimly lit club with a mirrored bar at one wall and a large stage at the other. Booths lined the other two walls and there were many tables in the center.

The waitresses wore nothing more than black, frilly bikinis and were milling around serving drinks to the mostly male clientele.

We were led to a booth, near the stage, lit with a small candle in a red glass bowl.

"This looks pleasant enough," Larry said as he sat near the wall and directed Lisa to sit next to him.

I was about to sit across from them when my brother said, "No, Les, sit next to Lisa so we can all see the dancers."

I sat, pressing Lisa between the two of us.

"There," Larry said, looking at Lisa and then at me, "we're like bookends!"

Lisa laughed and put her hand on my knee, squeezing it.

The waitress came and Larry ordered us drinks, "Absolute Vodka martinis," he said, "very cold and keep them coming!"

Just as we got our drinks, the yellow lights above the stage brightened and low, seductive, rhythmic music began to play from large speakers somewhere.

As I took a sip of my drink, a spotlight fell on a rounded entrance, behind the stage, and a young, shapely blonde, dressed only in white panties and a lace bra walked onto the stage as if in a trance.

As the music played, she began to writhe and gyrate and clutch at her breasts, rolling her head on her shoulders so that her blonde tresses whirled around her.

The girl seemed to have a hypnotized expression on her pale, angelicly beautiful face and, as the music's tempo rose, she began to spread her legs and squat as she gyrated, thrusting her hand down into the front of her panties and clutching her sex.