I love fucking. I love feeling a big, hard, cock ramming my tight pussy hole. I love feeling my orgasm as it rips through my body and feeling my lover's cum blast all over me. I love smelling our fuck juices mingling together afterwards. When I met Paul, I was definitely not a virgin. Ever since I was 16, I have been sexually active. I've always been faithful with my boyfriends and whoever I was with. But, I had such a high sex drive that just having sex didn't satisfy me. I needed to masturbate also. I had 5 different kinds of dildos, as well as various vibrators, nipple clamps, and clit stimulators.
Paul and I have been married for about 6 years now and our love life needs a little "oomph." Paul is ever faithful to me and I with him. Since I have been the more sexually driven person, I have fantasies that I dream of. I have always dreamed of having a threesome, but with Paul fucking another girl first, while I am hidden from view watching him fuck her brains out. Just thinking about it gets me wet.
So for my 25th birthday, I decided to make my fantasy come true. I had called an escort service and set up an interview with a girl. I wanted to know what kind of girl she was and what she looked like and that. When I met up with her, I liked her immediately. Maybe it was because she was hot, or maybe it was because she was nice. I think it was more of because she was hot. I am shallow, I admit it. She was about 5'6", a 38C, small figure and a nice round ass. I told her all about what I wanted to do for my birthday and how I wanted to join in after Paul fucked her. She was just fine with that.
So on the day of my birthday, I told Paul I was going to go out and get ready for our "dinner," that evening and he was going to get ready at the house. Right after I left, Bridget rang the doorbell. She was wearing a fake uniform that looked a bit snug and her tits were bulging out a bit. Paul answered the door. Hey this is one fine babe. Whoa! Where did that come from? I am perfectly happy with Jessica, thought Paul.
"Hi, my name is Bridget, and I am with Whirlpool. I got in a call that your furnace needs service?"
"I don't remember anything about that," Paul replied. "But maybe my wife called. Can you come back another day? She's not here right now."
"Oh, it will just be a few minutes. I won't take long."