I still remember that first time; looking towards my husband furtively to see if he was watching but so as not to alert the man who was pushing his fingers into my knickers. I was so mixed up it was really hard to focus. I was in a club with a man, a black man, whom I'd been kissing for the past hour, pressing his fingers against my sex while my husband stood only a few paces away watching.
This was it! The evening we'd been planning for months, no years really, when our fantasies were fulfilled. All the talk about another man, all the whispered desires to make it real and the slowly growing idea that it actually might.
Then there were the websites we'd looked at and giggled over; the dumb, fake videos that we'd seen of so called wives with false breasts making over exaggerated groans shot in rooms lit like a Hollywood studio.
But then of course there were the others, women who were like me; real wives so to speak, recorded by husbands or lovers as they actually did it with someone outside their marriage. They were the ones that really got us thinking that real people actually did these things.
Of course the most bizarre element of all of this is the fact that in almost all cases it's the woman who gets the pleasure from another man while their husband watches and tonight it would be no different.
Now Carl my husband wanted this very much and even as I looked across at him he has an excited expression on his face. For the past two years I'd craved the prospect of having sex with another man, the dressing up, flirting picking up and then the sex; uninhibited and wild.
We'd read stories together about wives having sex but I'd always liked the more extreme ones and finally once we'd read a few, the interracial ones had hit the spot.
The man's large fingers had parted the folds of my shaved pussy (Carl had removed the stubble before we came out so I was smooth and lubricated with a little baby oil) then two of them slid easily inside making me gasp a little and shift in my seat. God I was so hot!
