My husband and swing a little bit here and there. But not often. I am extremely bisexual and I love women, however, there is not a lot of single women who want to hop into bed with a married couple who have had children and aren't supermodels.
On the rare occasions that we do find someone to play with, half of my fun is laying back and watching my husband go to town on another woman. I get to experience him and how good he is all the time, but to watch him give it to another girl and knowing that he is also still "mine" gives me a huge ego trip.
I guess I am a bit of a voyeur. I love to watch and I am a very visual person. Someone having sex, masturbating, even seeing someone pee will have me start to get aroused, simply because I am WATCHING them.
Now, I generally do not let me husband play without me. Obviously not, since I want to watch! But I do often times fantasize about letting him go out to pick up a woman. I can't say exactly how it would pan out, but in my mind, it usually goes a little something like this:
I dress my husband up in a navy blue and light blue vertical strip button up shirt and a pair of jeans. The stripes are slimming, the blue is making his sea blue eye pop out. He is looking very yummy indeed! I, however, am still lounging in my work out pants and fitted tee-shirt, most definitely not looking my best or looking like I am ready for a night out with my hubby.
I walk him to the front door, give him a deep kiss, whisper in his ear "do good" and then give him a smack on his ass to send him on his way. Where he is going I am not totally sure. A bar I know, but beyond that I don't know anything. I cozy up onto the couch with a blanket. The house is quiet; the kids are gone with my in-laws.
A few hours pass as I relax, reading some tales here on literotica, feeling a little horny, when I get a text from my husband. "On our way home now." I read it again. "our" not "my". Good.
Quickly I straighten up a few things around the house and hurry upstairs. I look around the room, nothing female in site. I already put all my make-up away in the bathroom, other than a few photos on the wall you would never imagine that a woman lived here unless you peeked in the dresser drawers...or the closet.
My husband and I have his and her closets. One on the west side of the house, the other on the south side. Mine is the south side and I quickly climb inside and shut the doors ALMOST all the way. Making sure to leave them open just a crack. From my small perch inside the closet I can see the bed, the foot of it is not far from the closet doors.
Suddenly I hear a key in the door and laughter. The front door opens and I hear my husband's deep voice welcoming someone inside. He says, "excuse the house. I have custody of the kids during the week. They are gone with their mom now." This is a total lie. But all well. Good job baby.
I hear her talk then, her voice is very soft and melodic. "Oh, it's fine. How long have you been separated again?"
"oh, awhile now. She still hasn't got all her pictures and stuff out, but it's getting there. We are trying to keep things civil."
"Okay." She replies.
I hear her start to giggle. I know that giggle! I have done it myself. He is hugging her and kissing her neck.
"let's head up stairs." He says, a little too loudly. That was something that should have been breathed in a soft whisper in her ear, but I know he said it loud enough so that I would be ready for him.
