I moaned and open my mouth wider as the great looking guy I was making out with pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. We were on the love seat and my wife was on the couch with his friend, making out as well. I was rubbing his crotch with my left hand, my right hand behind his head. My wife was unzipping her lover's pants, working her hand in to get at his cock. My guy was unzipping my dress, working it off my shoulders. My black bustier was starting to show. My restrained cock was getting harder in my panties, as was his cock in his pants.
I was sure it would not belong before my wife and I were both sucking their cocks. I also knew by the end of the night, I most likely would be spit roasted, and my wife may end up air tight. Damn this was fun. I'm so glad my wife is so persuasive.
Several thoughts flashed through my mind as I felt his tongue in my mouth, parting them even wider to let him continue is exploration of my mouth with his probing tongue. One thought: why on earth did this turn me on so much. Another, why did I become so submissive with just a change of clothing, which was so different than how I am in normal male clothes? How can I explain the fascination with being a "woman" when prior to meeting my wife cross dressing, kissing a man, sucking a cock or being fucked never entered my thoughts. Let alone being sexually aroused and turning me on more than I have ever been in my life.
I would have never guessed 8 years ago I would have ever ended up in this position, let alone enjoying it immensely, even craving it. Let me explain.
I first met my wife at one of our university rugby matches. I noticed her hanging around the pitch at a couple of earlier matches. I should mention I wasn't the only one who noticed her around the pitch. There were lots of other men, and women, looking at her as well. She was gorgeous. I shouldn't use the past tense, she still is gorgeous. She reminded me of the actor Blake Lively. The other thing I noticed about her was her smile and her general pleasant happy demeanor. She didn't seem to be aloof or full of herself. I guessed her to be about 5'6" tall with a very trim athletic figure.
I found out from some of the guys she was a senior at our university majoring in electrical engineering. She evidently was planning on getting a master's degree and an MBA as well. I was a junior in the business school, and I was planning on getting an MBA also once I graduated. I actually was a year older than her, but she had skipped a grade in high school and jumped her freshman year through proficiency testing.
The day I finally talked to her, she was wearing a bright yellow hanky top with really tight white bike shorts. I could almost see a camel toe sneaking between her thighs. She had on these really cute platform sandals which made her legs really pop. Her bare back was mesmerizing with her dirty blond hair cascading over her shoulders.
Let me describe myself. I'm good looking, not really handsome, but attractive. I'm 5'9", weighing about 155. I swam through high school, and played some soccer as well. I was a good enough swimmer to be part of the district champion 4 x 100 freestyle team, being the slowest of the group. So I wasn't getting any scholarship offers for sports. I was, however, a good student, scoring high enough on my SAT's and carrying a 3.99 GPA to get a decent grant to the university I wanted to attend.
One thing to note about being on the swim team, I got used to walking around the pool wearing very small Speedo suites. Given my swimmers build, I noticed in my sophomore year I got a lot of attention from some of the high school girls, and some of their mothers. In my senior year at high school, I realized I got a fair amount of attention from some of the men watching too. And, as many guys do, I shaved completely for meets, and eventually just became a habit. I had no shortage of girls who wanted to bed me. Virtually all of them just wanted to have sex with a "star" swimmer. I seemed to attract vacuous airheads with great bodies, so much for holding up their end of a conversation. The really smart women seemed to be intimidated by my athletic body. Since I was studying and training so much, I really didn't have time for a serious relationship anyway.
Once I got to the university, I didn't want to swim or play soccer anymore. One of my friends invited me to attend a rugby game with him. I found the game much more interesting than soccer, and since it was a club side and not "officially" part of the university sports program, I could just join the club. With my size and speed, I was put in as a winger in the backfield. I started learning the game, playing on the B side for the first season. By my third season, I was on the A side and well established as a better than average player. It was after one of these A games when I finally got to talk to Eve, my future wife.
I didn't go run up and talk to her, but after and quick change from my sweaty shirt and drying off with a towel, I grabbed a beer (another perk of being a club) and wandered the sideline, cheering on our B side. As I was watching the game, a voice came up behind me and said "Good game, cute guy. Nice try there in the second half".
I turned to see this angel smiling at me. I was almost tongue tied looking at her beautiful smiling face. Almost. "Thanks. Brett made a great kick. Lucky for me he saw me cheating up the right side". There was a loose play on the left side of the pitch, some of their backs were caught up in the play, including their left wing, my opposite. Our fly half, Brett, saw me cheating up to the line on the right and launched a perfect spiral kick down the right side line. I was in full stride, almost off side, as he kicked. It was like I was a wide receiver, catching the ball over my shoulder in full stride, 4 steps in front of their lock who was trying to cover me. Boom, a try close enough to the posts our fullback had no trouble with the conversion. No doubt the best play of my short career in rugby.
"That was close. You were almost off sides", Eve noticed. "Almost. Your fly half has a great foot".
I was impressed that she knew terminology and rules. Most of the ladies we get watching the game just want to drink our beer and party. Not that there's anything wrong with that. "He does have a really good foot", I answered. "He's from Australia and has played since he was 8. Can I get you a beer or something" I asked?
"I'd like a beer, thanks" she said. We talked and drank our beers, getting another one for each of us. She said she liked the game, and used to watch her uncle play back home. She had played lacrosse and ran cross country in high school, but just ran for own physical fitness now. I asked her if she was going to the after party tonight, and she said no, she had a date. I was a little crestfallen but covered it well. I said she could bring her date with her, and she said she'd talk to him about it.
"We're playing home again next week, if you're interested in seeing another game" I offered. "Thanks, Carol mentioned that to me earlier and I was planning on coming. I'll be sure to keep my social calendar open for the party. I hear they can get kind of wild", she said. Rugby parties can get kind of crazy, depending on the weather and the opponents. Some of the smaller clubs like to cut loose on campus. Carol is the captain's girlfriend. She's smoking hot, looking something like Margo Robbie. She's off limits, of course, but Eve seemed to know her.
