I never knew, when I married my third (and last) husband that he would change not only the way I orgasm but, he would bring my fantasies into reality.
Let me explain first.
We met on line and from the first moment, we "clicked" as if we had known each other all along. No awkward silences even on our first date. It was always easy. Well not quite always.
My husband came from a strict Catholic background growing up. He was altar boy, went to Christian camp each summer and was a member of a Christian Youth group growing up. Needless to say, his idea of "kinky" was to leave the bedroom door open during sex.
Me? I was raised in an open family where questions were not discouraged, church was discussed on Sundays and we were allowed to decide what form of religion we wanted to practice once we had the answers we needed to make that decision.
One thing that was vastly different was the subject of sex.
My husband's family believed everything could be found in the Bible and that was where you looked when you needed answers.
My family believed that the right answers were found by asking questions that were always answered honestly. Of course the most asked questions were about sex and that was the subject of many evenings giggles fests and shocked amazement. But were never lied to and nothing was discouraged from being talked openly about.
With such diversified backgrounds you can imagine there were "heated" discussions over what was acceptable and what was not in my third marriage.
There were discussions on what subjects in reference to sex we could talk about.
I knew there were going to be issues we would need to work on, given it was not our first marriage but, after one night of kissing and petting and touching, I knew I was NOT giving up because my husband has a soft tender mouth and limber "guitar" playing fingers that I was not going to miss out on!
So when we would relax, I would try to insert certain topics and see what his reaction would be.
One thing we both agreed on was; we would not tolerate the others having an affair. We had both gone through this in our previous relationships and we knew it was a not going to be accepted. This of course made the suggestion of going to a swinger's event a top no no.
But, as we talked more and more and discussed what these "clubs" were like and how it played out with my kids (way over the age limit of 21), my new husband seemed curious and asked a lot of questions. This encouraged me but he soon put a stop to the conversation and the subject was closed.
Or so I thought.
About a week later we were driving home from dinner one night from a get together with friends and my husband brought the subject up in a roundabout way.
I could see he was feeling a little tipsy after a few drinks and I drove home that night. He asked if I was really okay with the thought of trying a "swingers date" and why did I think he would enjoy it?
I told him I was okay with it because it was not threatening and it was not a relationship but a one night stand as a couple and it might be something to add to our "bucket list."
Subject closed as he put his head back and quietly rode the rest of the way home. If I had glanced at his lap I would have seen a huge hard on as he fantasized about it in silence.
We got home and I shook him awake, although he was in no way asleep!
He stood behind me at the door and pressed his erection against my ass, pushed me in the door once it was open and proceeded to yank off my clothes and fuck me like never before.
The orgasms at his rough treatment were incredible and I did not want it to stop.
When I later asked what got him so wound up, he confided that the thought of me with another woman was exciting but the thought of him and another woman as I watched him made his cock jump. I looked own as we talked and noticed his cock getting hard again. Twice in one night? Hell I wasn't going to turn that down!!
I did not think anything more about until a month later when my husband surprised me with an invitation to an evening of fun and pleasure.
He had planned this wonderful night out, telling me in the morning to please ready myself after work; we were going to a special place for dinner and entertainment.
What a wonderful idea and, as a secret, I decided to wear no panties and my "pleasure balls" as a surprise for him and a fun evening for me.
We got ready together and all the time we were dressing he would smile and pat my ass and tweak my already stiffening nipples.
That certainly made inserting those pleasure balls easy, I was nearly dripping when he took my nipple into his mouth and bit it gently. Oh but it felt so delicious.
I dabbed at my juices, finished getting ready and we were out the door.
We drove a little while until we came to this nondescript building and pulled into the parking lot and got out. I did not see a sign outside and asked my husband if he was sure we were at the right place?
He smiled and when we opened the door, there was music and lights and I could smell the delicious aromas of food and something familiar but I couldn't put a name to it.
A hostess, who was all kinds of hot and sexy in a barely there dress, led us to a table after asking if we had reservations, which we did thanks to my thoughtful hubby.
When she has left to get our drink orders, I commented to my husband how hot she looked and that the "pleasure balls" I had inserted at home, were getting quite a workout tonight.
He smiled at me and said, "Oh baby you won't need those" and reached between my legs and proceeded to pull them out one after the other.
I was worried someone would see but trying to enjoy the sweet pleasure of feeling one "pop" out of my pussy at a time and my sweet hubby told me to relax and enjoy, no one could see anything. I almost came again when I saw him pop each one into his mouth and suck it clean.
"Who was this man?" I thought to myself.
He could see the look on my face and when the hostess brought our drinks, she smiled and said, "Enjoy your evening; I am sure it will be unforgettable."
While we sat, my husband moved himself closer to me and ran his hand up my leg and between my thighs to touch my excited clit under the table. "Okay so who body snatched my husband and put this exciting man here at my table?"
