This story has hotwife and or sharing dynamics at play. I would suggest if this doesn't interest you to go ahead and find a topic that does. Of course you are entitled to read it so you can commemt something to the effect of, " same old cuck, sissy bullshit.". yada yada yada.
If that's your bag, then enjoy.
I look at myself in the mirror and smile. I know that when I walk out of the bathroom, the night will most likely lead to some intense sex with my husband.
We attended a party tonight for my college roommate. It was a fun night, even though I initially didn't want to go. I hadn't seen my roommate in a few years but stayed in touch with her the way people do these days.
My husband, Eric, convinced me we should go. He knows my roommate as well, as we all went to college together. He is a social person and always enjoys a party.
What I wasn't expecting was for Jay to be there. I thought my roommate had lost contact with him, but I was wrong.
Jay was a crush of mine in college. I had wanted him back then, but nothing ever came of it. Some years later, we started talking on social media, which eventually spilled into phone conversations.
Those conversations, laced with some flirting, probably crossed a line for a married woman. My husband came across them, and he was hurt and angry. I knew what mattered to me most, and that was the last time I spoke with Jay. Now, more than 20 years later, we found ourselves at the same party.
When we walked into the party, we said hello to my roommate. After the usual greetings, she told me to grab a drink and say hello to everyone--and casually mentioned that Jay was inside and excited to see me. My roommate and I exchanged a knowing look--a mix of surprise and excitement. She knew I had crushed on him in college (and, well, so had she). My husband caught the look, ignored it, and said, "Let's go get that drink."
Jay still looked good. We'd all aged, approaching 50 now, but he had lost some weight and looked to be in great shape. His bald head suited him, and his beautiful smile, just as it always had, lit up his mocha-colored skin.
Since neither of us knew many people at the party, we ended up spending most of the evening together as a trio. We laughed, danced, drank, and caught up.
The night turned out to be a lot of fun. Though I was initially nervous that my husband's old insecurities about Jay might ruin the evening, it was quite the opposite. Eric and Jay hit it off too. The man my husband had once been so jealous of years ago now seemed to no longer threaten him. By the end of the night, we exchanged numbers and promised to make plans in the near future.
On the drive home, Eric and I talked about what a great time we had. He even apologized for getting in the way of my friendship with Jay all those years ago. I reassured him there was no need to apologize--I would always choose him over anyone else.
Our marriage has grown since the time my husband saw those conversations. Where my husband once was very insecure and jealous all those years ago. Now with maturity and his own performance in bed improving greatly, he will often tease me with dirty talk about giving me more, or even giving me two men for my pleasure.
He has also teased about me being built for bbc as he says. I didn't even know what that meant. But when I looked it up I immediately thought of Jay, who also years back in our flirty conversations said the same thing about my figure.
In a braggadocios tone Jay would often tell me that I was built to fuck black cock, more specifically his. That he wanted to show me what my body was capable of and what I was missing out on.
I would tell him a dick is a dick. He would laugh at that and say clearly you haven't fucked with the right dick.
I am so reluctant to play along with my husband's talk, but find myself so incredibly turned on by it. My conservative demeanor always wins out, but tonight I feel like I'm ready to break from that mold. I don't know if he will bring it up tonight but after seeing Jay I'm pretty sure he will, and I find myself excited for whats to come.
I shut the light and walk into the bedroom. Eric is standing just a few feet outside the door waiting for me. Dressed only in his boxers, his lean and fit body looks inviting. The gentle glow from his bedside lamp is the only light in the room, allowing for an intimate backdrop. He motions with a finger for me to come to him.
I diligently obey our eyes locked on each other. As soon as I am face to face with him he playfully grabs me by the waist, spins me around and gently but with a firmness pushes me against the wall. His heated gaze stays with mine as his lips brush on my neck earlobes. I try but I can't hold back and allow a moan of acceptance to escape my lips.
His energetic desire lets me know what he thought of the revelation that Jay was excited to see me. He was incredibly turned on by it and I knew immediately that tonight was going to be a wild one.
He pulls off me and we again stare deep into each other's eyes, the sexual tension growing with each passing moment. His hand run down my body and then under my dress that I still have on from the party. His mouth is at my ear and his hand is gently rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my thong when his voice slow and full of intent asks me, "did it excite you to see him again, to know he was excited to see you."
Before I could answer he slides down my body, I can feel his hardness running along my leg. He hooks his thumbs on my thong and pulls it down, spreading my legs apart as he brings his tongue to my pussy. His question did exactly what I'm sure he wanted it to do, that is to make me wet with desire.
My husband can eat pussy, well. He does it with a passion and hunger. You can feel how much he enjoys it by the energy he puts into it. Tonight is no different. He slowly laps at me, spreading his tongue wide as he runs it up my opening. He then slowly runs it back down.
God, he knows how much I love this. Every time he starts his upward stroke his tongue puts downward pressure on my opening building my arousal with each pass. I'm quickly becoming a puddle from his amazing tongue work.
He senses I am about to go over the top so he slowly starts to kiss all around my flower and gently sucking on my labia. Eventually he stands up and places one hand on the side of my face the other replaced his tongue and he is gently teasing me. Applying just enough pressure that I can feel he is about to penetrate me, but not enough to actually do it.
"So my vixen you never answered my question, did it excite you to see him again tonight, did it excite you to know he was excited to see you?
I let out a moan that betrayed my true feelings. My husband, encouraged by this continued on.
"Babe, you know he wants to fuck you, he wants to use his big cock to fuck my wife!"
With that he allowed his finger to slip within my dripping entrance. I let out an even more urgent and louder moan as he did this. He began moving his finger in a come to me motion within me.