I must have been in a deep sleep because I did not even notice when my husband started to lick my pussy but as I slowly woke a big smile formed on my face. I kept my eyes closed as a soft moan escaped. It truly was a magnificent way to be woken up after a sex filled night. Jack's tongue swirled around inside me while gently playing with my clit. Realizing I was no longer sleeping he pushed my legs wider apart as he devoured my pussy.
"You should wake me up like this every morning." I said while raising my hips helping him get his tongue even deeper inside me.
I heard his muffled laugh but was happy he did not stop pleasuring me. Jack is an excellent pussy eater, and he had me on the verge of a climax and knew it. I writhed on the bed as I succumbed to what I was feeling. We both were riding the high from the night before, what happened at The FM Club was enormous for us. It was not every day that a man got to watch his wife with another man for the first time, nor is it every day a woman turns her first trick. Both happened inside the club less than twenty-four hours earlier.
"I'm cumming." I managed to announce as my body tensed and I grabbed Jack by his head.
A few minutes later...
The hot water rained down over Jack and I, it felt so good on my skin and helped relax my muscles. It seemed like the best time for us to talk about what happened the night before at the FM Club. It was after all the night we finally crossed the line and I had sex with another man, while Jack watched of course. There was so much more to it than just the act of sex too. I took the stage in the small club area and stripped for a stranger. But it did not end there as he propositioned me, and I accepted. We went to one of the sex rooms where I sucked his cock, and he fucked my pussy and ass. All this while my husband watched through a large viewing window. To our mutual relief neither of us had any hurt feelings or regrets. It was quite the opposite, we both were excited to continue our adventure and see what Saturday would bring us.
By the time we finished freshening up and getting ready it was mid-morning. I admired my husband quietly for a moment as he dressed and brushed his hair. His khakis and golf shirt were perfect, and his hair looked great. I especially liked how it was now showing touches of grey at the sides, he really did look distinguished. I slipped on a little white flowered sundress and red high heels, it was a simple outfit but sexy. We agreed that we to get coffee and croissants.
Our first stop was the cozy little cafΓ©, you could smell the fresh baked goods from far away and it made my stomach growl. We took a small table out on the patio since it was such a nice day and relaxed. The server was a cute young man, in his early twenties and he had that attitude of invincibility about him. I noticed how he looked at me, as did my husband so I played the role of tease. It was fun to flirt with him and give him glimpses of my legs and down the top of my dress. Jack just enjoyed the game and pretended not to notice so the server could enjoy himself too. We took to playing a different game where we tried to guess what some of the other guests were like in bed.
"I bet he is completely submissive, wears a rubber suit and a ball gag while his wife humiliates him in front of all their friends." Jack said almost making me spit out my caramel macchiato.
"Hmm...I don't know Jack. I could see him being hung like a horse and dominating her." I cracked back.
When Jack excused himself to use the washroom the young server was quick to come back to the table. He smiled at me and leaned in close.
"I'm off at five. Here's my number, I would love to hook up."
It was a serious ego boost and he made me feel like a million bucks. I took the slip of paper from him and smiled. I sent him a quick text with him standing there so he had my number.
"Now don't go sending me a dick pic." I said with a wink.
I let my eyes wander down his body and focus on his crotch which happened to be right in front of me. He seemed more than happy to stand there and let me gawk at him. When he spotted Jack coming back, he said he had to go and took his leave.
"Did I miss something?' Jack asked with a knowing look.
"He just gave me his number and told me when he was getting off." I answered and winked. "Think he wants to get off at five and again at six."
As we were walking out of the cafΓ© I made sure to brush up against the server as we passed by, Jack chuckled when we were out of sight and hugged me. We headed over to the row of shops with the intention of finding something special thanks to my one and only experience with being a working girl. It was so exciting to be looking at the lingerie, sex toys, clubwear and even erotica. As we acted like immature teenagers giggling and laughing, the attractive girl working there rolled her eyes. Jack held up a pair of fur lined handcuffs which made me cackle, the thought of him putting them on me was funny. In the end I did buy the tiniest of bikinis and some lingerie I thought would be exciting to wear.
"What about this bad boy?" Jack asked showing me a huge black dildo.
"If we go to the BBC Club tonight, I might see a real one." I answered back.
After the shopping, we stopped for a couple of drinks and enjoyed the atmosphere of another outdoor patio. This time it was a martini bar. We stayed long enough to have a buzz when were finished with the drinks. It was the middle of the afternoon by the time we made it back to our room. Our intention was to get in a little more rest before partying again.
"What's this?" I said out loud picking up an envelope addressed to us that was sitting on the small dining table.
I started to read the note and paused. It was from Jerry, the man who paid me the night before for sex. It was nice and full of compliments but felt a little odd, he was inviting Jack and I to meet him and some of his friends at the Fidelio Club. I quickly looked up the club, it looked to have a relaxed vibe and geared for men to watch their wives enjoy themselves with other men and couples. The main party area was even called the Hot Wives Bar.
"Who the hell is this guy?" Jack asked with clear irritation in his voice.
"More important is how did the letter get in our room?" I asked. "We should ask the concierge."
Jack agreed making the call, a couple of minutes later the concierge was knocking at our door. We invited him in and he moved over toward the sofa. I gestured for him to have a seat and explain. He was in his thirties, probably the same age as me (33), handsome and very professional.
"My apologies for any irritation or imposition. Mr. West came to see you both, but you were not here. He gave me the letter explaining that you had a pleasant experience with him last night and so I put it on the table. I hope you are not offended?" He asked looking between us. "Apparently you made quite the impression on him."