My transformation. A new hot wife's point of view
I wake up with a knot imbedded in the pit of my stomach, thinking about what was planned. I'm nervous, really nervous, to the extent I can't eat anything in fear I might throw up. Walking to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror, as I try to calm down. It's been so long, 28 years to be exact, that I've been with someone besides my husband Eric.
I've known for a long time Eric wanted this, although in the beginning I thought it was just pillow talk to spice things up. He even started asking me about my old boyfriend, the only other guy I had sex with other than a one night stand I still haven't told him about. Wanting to hear all about what we did together, he always gets excited when I tell him things.
Throughout the many years he tried numerous times to convince me to try something. Every time I crushed his dreams by saying I couldn't or changed the subject. It's not like I didn't think about it, what woman doesn't, but it's just a fantasy. Im a happily married woman with kids, but with him making suggestions all the time about it definitely made me wonder. So here I am now pondering the fact that I'm not only going to have sex with another man today, but perform it in front of the man I made my vows to. I'm conflicted because on one hand it's nerve wracking, and yet I'm also excited about it at the same time.
There was actually a couple reasons I finally gave in and decided to try something. First and foremost was the devastating diagnosis of cancer I received which made me think long and hard about my life. Second I was a middle aged woman now, with very limited sexual experiences, as I missed out trying different things in my youth. Third, our sex had become routine and my husband kept bestowing the opportunity way too many times not to be serious about it. We'd role-play about it all the time, and it was exciting for me. We'd pretend he was someone else, and I'd close my eyes and imagine it being someone from work, or a guy I saw at the mall. He then started asking questions about who I'd fuck. Telling him it was a toss up between Brad Pitt and George Clooney, he said it had to be someone I actually knew or at least seen. He actually got me to confess that his brother Jim, and his sisters husband Steve were both hot, and we then role played them both doing me in a threesome. The sex was always hotter when we did this, and I thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy.
So finally one night after he brought it up once again, I gave in and told him I'd try, his relentless pursuit finally wearing me down. Over the top excited, he immediately started searching, going on Craigslist personals because we decided it couldn't be with someone we knew. He found an experienced guy named Mike, and set up a bogas email address we could both access. We chatted for a while, and set up a meet and greet at a bar, to see if we all had a connection. Going into it we all knew nothing was going to happen that night, but I was still on edge. Once he arrived it triggered so many emotions I haven't felt in a long time. I was nervous, excited, worried and aroused all at the same time. The underlying reason we were there was on my mind the entire time. At times I was thinking this is wrong, I have a husband and kids, and a fairly happy life. At other moments I'd catch myself thinking what it would be like to actually fuck this guy. Mike's playful flirting and touching getting me riled up with anticipation for what could be. Tormenting myself between the prospect of him pleasuring my body, and worrying how this might ruin our marriage, I was torn in all directions feeling frazzled. It wasn't until after he left and we went home and talked about it did I come to any conclusion. Eric was so excited, not only for himself but for me as well. He told me he still wanted to do this, and not only encouraged me, but practically begged me. We ended the night making love, and boy was it hot. After telling him yes he ravaged me like never before, his thrill and excitement surprising me.
My husband already at work, I shower and start to prepare myself, meticulously shaving and fixing my hair and makeup. The whole day I fretted, wondering if I was doing the right thing. Eric got home about an hour before we were going to meet him. His over the top excitement for what was going to happen actually putting my mind at ease.
Eric knowing the drive there was agonizing for me, putting his hand on my leg trying to comfort me. Telling me to try and calm down, that everything will be just fine, he tells me to do whatever I want, to do what just comes naturally and to pretend he wasn't there. About half way there Mike sends a text with the room number, as I read it out loud. Now I know it's really happening. Soon we arrived and pull into the parking lot, getting out he holds my hand, giving it a squeeze as we walk up the stairs to the room. Finding his room number he knocks, and Mike opens the door in just a pair of tight briefs, inviting us in. At first glance I can tell this man has a lot to offer, his bulge being very impressive! Saying he's only got an hour, he's eager to get things started, leading me to the side of the bed as my husband takes a seat in a chair by the door. As he starts kissing me our hands find each other's body, holding his hips nervously as I know my husband's watching our every move. Everything about him is so different than I'm used to, he's taller, having broad shoulders and a muscular hairy chest. His arms are toned nicely, with big strong hands that dominantly start roaming my body. As we make out he's squeezing and groping me, I leave my hands on his hips for a while letting him be the aggressor. Then his hands move up to my shoulders gently pushing downward, giving me a hint to what he wants. Submitting to his request I drop to my knees in front of him. I know I'm supposed to be pretending he's not there, but I can't help glancing over at him. Giving me a satisfying smile while rubbing himself through his jeans, I realize Eric is in his glory.
Saying I'm very nervous at the moment is an understatement. After telling Eric so many times I couldn't do what he wanted me to, here I am in a motel room with this new man in front of me. Almost naked with a bulge in his shorts waiting for me, I turn my attention back to Mike and reach out for his underwear. As I slip my thumbs under the waist band, a sudden urge comes over me to see what's underneath those tight shorts. Carefully I begin to slowly draw them down, having to pull outwards to untangle him. Out flops his perfectly sculpted piece of meat, enormously big compared to what I'm used to. This man is well endowed, both in thickness as well as a length, with a hefty ball sack dangling down behind. I study its grand appearance for a few seconds before realizing there's only one reason I'm down here, and take a gulp as I reach out and take ahold of it. Even in its semi flaccid state, my fingers barely touch as I wrap them around it. As I begin to fondle him, he starts to firm up and swell before my eyes, enlarging even further. As I continue I can feel his powerful member stretching my fingers apart, as it now becomes rigid and stands outwards as a towering object of delight.
