I was now almost 25 years old, married with 3 kids, a conservative and sheltered past, and two men besides my husband under my belt so to speak. I had discovered the power of my sexuality. My husband Tom had discovered his strong passion for hearing about me being sexually involved with another man. I still wrestled with the complications this caused for me in resolving this new me with the old fashioned girl I used to be. In the eight years since my high school cheerleader days, my body had actually gotten better as I filled out a little in the right spots. My hair was long and flowing and I was very comfortable with my body and looks. I now knew that I could sway and control others with my self-confidence and sexuality. This was all still new to me and for a while I wavered between confidence and unsureness at times. But I knew that my life was changing!
Tom returned from his summer school camp for the weekend before finishing his second week away from home. I had slept with Herb, our neighbor, while Tom had been away during the week. Herb was the second man other than Tom. Tom was horny when he got home and as we made love, he wanted me to fantasize about being with another man. Because I had just been with Herb, I was hesitant to do this. Tom was really worked up and wanted it really bad. I was afraid to tell him that I had slept with Herb for real. I knew he said he wanted me to do it, but I wasn't sure how he would handle it. To change the subject, I asked him if his horny nature had anything to do with what happened while he had been away. He confessed that he had spent time with a girl who taught at another school.
They hadn't fucked, but they had played with each other and reached orgasms together. She was also married. This made me a little angry, because I thought he was using my body to replace this woman in his fantasies. Later that night in bed, Tom asked again if I would fantasize about fucking somebody else. I said, Who?" He answered he didn't care, he just wanted to hear what I'd do. I said I couldn't think of anybody, which was a lie, because I was already thinking about Herb. He actually told me I should use Herb, as he knew that we were friends. Herb and Tom only said "Hello" once in a while. Not really friends or anything. I said OK, and started.
As I thought about it, telling Tom how Herb and I had talked across the driveway, I decided to tell him what had actually happened as if it was a fantasy. I told him how Herb came over and we talked while lying on the pillows on the floor. I told him how I knew I was going to fuck him when he kissed me. Tom started moaning. I knew he was cumming soon so I quickly finished the story, telling him how Herb pushed my bra and tee shirt up over my breasts. I told him how excited Herb was with my tits and how he started to move down on me. As I told him how I grabbed Herb's cock and pulled him onto and into me, Tom started to cum. He was still thrusting into me as I finished the story about Herb cumming so quickly because it had been such a long time since his wife had left him. As we lay in bed, Tom started to ask me for more details. I told him it was just a fantasy. He said he didn't care, make them up! He wanted to do it again. I tried to give him more details, but I knew I was giving myself away.
After a few minutes, Tom looked and me and said " Did you really do it?" I looked back and I don't know why, but I started to cry. Tom said it was OK, he wasn't mad. He just wanted to hear about it again. I said that what I had told him was true. I went on to give him all the details I could remember. Every little movement, sound and feeling. I could see what a powerful effect it was having on him. He was hard in minutes and fucking me so hard I could hardly talk! He fucked me every spare minute until he left for camp Sunday night. As he left, he said "Invite Herb over again, and this time, take more time and do him really good!" I laughed and said; "I don't think so".
That night I started think about Herb. I couldn't get him out of my mind. He had wanted it so bad, and had been so excited over my tits. I thought about the feeling of control I felt with him. I knew I would do it again. I just didn't know how to go about it. I had never set anything up before. I knew Herb had Mondays and Tuesdays off and would be home those nights. The kids had another ball game Tuesday, so I decided that was the night, Tom called Monday to ask if anything had happened yet. He was more excited than I was! I told Tom that I had decided to invite Herb over on Tuesday night. He said he would call Wednesday morning.
On Monday after the kids left for school, I watched for Herb to come outside. He came out about 10:00 and started to cut the grass. I put on my bikini and headed for the flowerbed between our houses. I kept track of where he was with the mower, and whenever I knew he could see, I would bend over so my ass would show. Other times I would stand and pretend to stretch so that my tits almost popped out of my top. He kept slowing down more and more when he got close to me. Finally I stood up took off my gloves and reached under my bikini top to "rearrange" my tits. I could see him coming toward me with the mower from the corner of my eye, and I let the strap of the bikini top fall over my shoulder, let my gloves drop and as I grabbed for the gloves, I let one tit become exposed to his view. Acting surprised, I turned toward him as I started to reach for the strap. His jaw had dropped about a foot. He quickly looked down and pretended that he hadn't seen my little act. When he looked up again I had turned away, readjusting my top.
