Ok, this is my first story on here and I hope you all like it. Before I go into it, I'll tell you all a bit about me. I'm a 24 year old girl and in a long term relationship with a great guy. We got engaged recently and plan on getting married next September. We've been into 'swinging' for about 3 years now. In that time we've met couples, and single guys for mfm threesomes. Last year we discussed the possibility of me meeting guys by myself, and after a few near misses, I finally got the chance.
My first experience as a Hotwife occurred during a work night out- this is all true. As part of my work I had to meet with a number of people from different sites from across the country and straight away I saw this as my big chance! I started to flirt with one guy in particular he was funny, good-looking, younger (21) and black! So when at the end of the week a night out was suggested I did not take much persuasion. I'll never forget that night: 4th August 2006. It was the ideal opportunity for some no strings fun.
That night I dressed in a sexy top and skirt to show all my best assets and told my boyfriend what I was planning to do, and after giving me some condoms and lube he kissed me goodbye and told me to "go get him!"
A bit more about us: we've been playing with a cuckold fantasy for a while as well. I truly love my boyfriend and he is great in bed, but sometimes I'd like a change. I want to be with a guy who is everything my man isn't: he's slim, quiet and shy ( a true nice guy) with a cock that is above average in size (but that much: about 7.5 inches in length and 5.5 in circumference). I desired a man who was muscular, masculine and who has a big cock! A 'bad boy', and 'alpha male'. I've been with men more better endowed than my boyfriend and I still remember what that felt like.
Ok, back to the story. Walking into the bar that night was like I was not interested in anything else but getting my new found "toy" into bed! He was looking particularly hot that night and it was not long before we started flirting. All week he had joked about getting my top off and as I looked at him across the table I thought to myself that maybe he just might!