My sexual tastes of changed over the years. We started out with meeting a single man in a hotel, then progressed to full swap swinging, going to different rooms, going to house parties, and so on. I've slowly settled into liking being intimate with just a single man in my home and in my bed. Sometimes my husband will be home and watch in full view and sometimes he will hide and watch with the man never finding out. This is a great sexual turn-on for my husband. If he can't watch or isn't home, then listening on the phone is the next best thing.
We first tried this several years ago after we had been in the lifestyle for about five-years. I was still working as a manager of the accounting department of the company I worked for. We had a lot of engineers and other highly educated people coming through all the time and they usually needed to come to my department sometime during their visit for money vouchers. By chance I had met a rather attractive younger man, named Victor, from New York who was there for a week getting some training. He needed to get his vouchers for his hotel and meals, and I was the one who was in the office at the time when he came in.
To keep this story short I will skip most of the details on what we discussed while in my office. I did sort of lie and told him my husband was out of town during our discussion. Needless to say that me being married didn't put him off and I agreed to go out with him that night.
When Victor left I immediately called Steven, my husband, who was at work, and told him what had happened and he quickly encouraged me to "go for it." I told him that I wasn't sure that he would want an audience. That is when Steven suggested that since I had already told Victor that he was out of town then he would just remain so but would stay upstairs in the guest room and just listen if things progressed that far.
I was intrigued and thought that this might work out. I normally don't meet with new men by myself in my home (a hotel perhaps) but since my handsome hunk of a husband would be there to protect me should the evening go wrong, I decided to try it. I told my husband that I would do it and that after going out to dinner with Victor if things seemed all right with him I would invite him home.
I went home and got ready for my date. Victor was supposed to pick me up, but not wanting the neighbors to see what was going on, I arranged to meet him at a local supermarket parking lot. I made sure I was dressed in a nice but casual dress and sandals and he arrived on time, which impressed me.
We went out to dinner where I found that he was 32-years old (to my 45) and was divorced with two children. He was a manager in the same oil company I worked for in the New York office. He seemed very fit and handsome and I could see going to bed with him.
We finished our dinner and had a nice conversation. Some men are such bubble heads that I don't want to waste a moment's time with them. Just because you are handsome doesn't mean I'll jump into bed with you (with very few exceptions) if you don't have common sense and a brain to match.
Well Victor passed all the tests and I decided to see how things would play out. I knew that he was interested in me. I made sure that he knew my age because I don't like to falsely advertise myself or give a false impression. He didn't bat an eyelid and seemed even more intrigued to be with me.
I ended up inviting him to my home. We both knew what was going to happen. He dropped me off at the supermarket parking lot I had left my car and followed me back home. I quickly telephoned my husband and told him to get himself well hidden and that I wouldn't give him a tour of the house, so he would be safe upstairs.
We arrived and since it was dark I didn't worry too much about the neighbors. I invited him inside and got him a glass of wine (only one because he wasn't going to spend the night and I didn't want him drunk). We sat in the living room and talked a bit and I noticed that he kept looking at my bare feet (a real turn-on for most men with a foot fetish) and I invited him to give me a foot rub. He took both of my feet into his hands and began to rub them. It felt wonderful. I love having my feet massaged. Suck and lick my toes gently and I'm yours.
We talked as he rubbed but he was being a bit too slow so I took the initiative and reached in and touched his upper leg and began rubbing him. I could see his erection springing to action and he seemed embarrassed about it but when my hand "accidentally" rubbed him on his bulge, his face turned even redder but that seemed to get him into action.
He leaned in and kissed me and I kissed him back. I then let his hands start to explore my body and I soon felt him touching my breasts. It felt good and I gave a little moan. We did some intense kissing (which I love) and touching through clothing. I was beginning to feel very, very good and decided that we needed to go to the bedroom. I got up and pulled Victor up by his hand and onto his feet and led him to my bedroom. I kept the door wide open so my husband could listen and maybe even catch a glimpse of us.
Once at the bed we began to take each other's clothing off and then fell naked onto the bed and continued with our kissing. Our hands explored each other's bodies and I took hold of his penis and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was nice and thick, just how I like it.
He soon was kissing and sucking my breasts and I moaned again since it was feeling so good. His hand then went between my legs and started rubbing the area near my clitoris. I had to guide his hand a bit to find just the right spot and to his credit he was able to maintain pressure where it needed to be.
Here I was with a very handsome younger man sucking my breasts with his hand between my legs rubbing my clitoris. I couldn't help but moan again. I turned my head at what I thought was movement at the door before I realized that it was my husband Steven standing near the doorway trying to catch a peek. I smiled for a moment before turning my head back to Victor and let him have his way with me.
