Dear readers of Literotica,
After discovering my husband's penchant to write stories that would partially reflect some of our real-life experiences, I thought I would write to tell you of an experience that truly happened.
My husband Simon has been a fan of Literotica for a few years now and enjoys some of the stories immensely. The Loving Wives section is his favourite, especially if it is about someone's wife getting it on with other men. I must admit, I have also enjoyed some of the stories that he has occasionally chosen for me to read.
I am a happily married woman of 41 years of age, 5ft 4 inches tall and around 51 kilos. I have a nice little figure for a mother of two and have curly auburn hair that hangs down to my shoulders.
What I am about to tell you is still like a dream, but I can assure you, it did happen. I have the proof!
My husband and I have been together for over 20 years and still love each other a lot. In the early days Simon was very possessive. If I so much as looked at another guy at a party he would get very jealous and angry. This is what still amazes me; in more recent times we have discussed things such as wife-swapping and visiting swingers' parties. Often when we are having sex, he will be very suggestive and run a scenario by me similar to some of the stories in Literotica. The general theme is me getting screwed by another man or men, whether they are young, old, black or white – and usually by a well-proportioned cock as you'd expect!
I have to admit again – I do quite enjoy some of his fantasies as he has a great imagination and I will often come very quickly to some of the better ideas he has. Unfortunately, Simon also ends up coming a bit quick too!
Simon had been quite frank with me at times and said he wouldn't mind if I experienced another man, just as long as I told him about it, or even better, film myself as I am getting laid! So he could see all the "detail". Sick puppy!
I truly wanted to give it a go, but for a number of reasons the chance had just never presented itself – that is until recently – and oh boy, has it changed my way of thinking!
It was our 18th wedding anniversary (I know what you are thinking, but we would only go out on special occasions) and we decided to go into town for the night. We even booked a room at the hotel where we had post-wedding drinks all those years ago. It was a nice room with a balcony overlooking the harbour.
Simon pleaded with me to "dress to thrill" for the night we had planned out on the town. My pussy was trimmed to perfection, with my cute little lips all nice and smooth; this shows off my clit-ring beautifully, this of course was for Simon's sake. I wore a pair of my favourite lace g-strings under a little short skirt; a nice strappy pink top that had some minor breast support, so I didn't need to wear a bra. And the coupe-de-grace – a pair of "come fuck me" high heels. With my nice suntan and a few classy pieces of gold jewellery I felt I looked pretty good!
Our small city has US navy ships visiting occasionally on their way to and from the Pacific and on this particular weekend there was about one or two thousand servicemen in town – according to the newspapers – most of whom were enjoying some shore-leave.
Whenever the ships are in you can bet that all the single – and not-so-single women are going to be out and about looking for a bit of fun! Of course with our town being in the tropics the girls tend to get around in some pretty skimpy little numbers too. So my attire certainly was not too out-of-place and there was little reason to be self-conscience, quite the contrary, I blended in with most of the other revellers – who were not all young bits of fluff.
Simon and I went from bar to club to bar again, and were quite amused by all the flirting the local lasses were doing with the visiting Americans. My husband was really enjoying all the eye-candy – and I admitted to him that I was in fact having a bit of fun too. Sooo many handsome young men!
On several occasions, in some of the more packed venues that we visited, I was even propositioned by several hunky young Yanks! I told Simon that I was certain this was because I looked like a hooker, since he had insisted that I wear as little as possible! He just laughed and smacked my butt playfully.
"No honey, I am sure they are just being appreciative of a sexy woman," he assured me.
"Yes...and I know how they want to show their 'appreciation' too!" I responded.
Simon doesn't dance very often but I love to dance – so when a nice young guy asked me if I would accompany him to the dance floor I thought "why not".
The floor was crowded and we found ourselves being jostled close together. I didn't catch his name because of the loud music, but he seemed to dance well and he was cute. The second song was a slow, sensual number and my young partner took this opportunity to get really close. He placed his arms around my waist and we swayed together in the limited space of the darkened club, just enjoying the contact of one-another quite discreetly.
Of course, he just couldn't help himself could he? In moments he had let his hands slip down onto my butt! I had consumed a few glasses of wine by this stage of the night and the atmosphere was quite charged so I didn't act too shocked. His hands moved over my buttocks just lightly at first, almost innocently. I decided to I let him have a bit more of a feel and smiled up at him knowingly. He leant in close to my ear and complemented me on such a nice firm arse.
I smiled back at him again; this no doubt only encouraged him even further. Soon he was running his hands over the outside of my skirt a little firmer, gradually working the short hem up higher to expose my bum.
He was only about 4 inches taller than me and we continued to slow-dance a little longer – very close – so close. I could feel his erection pressing into my groin! My God, was I really having this effect on him? I thought to myself. He had to be nearly half my age – how flattering!
I was having a ball, and I didn't say a thing when his hand went under my short skirt and started to squeeze my bare butt-cheeks and exploring my crack!
Even in the crowd, every now and then I would catch a glimpse of my husband looking on, appearing totally comfortable with the situation, although, I doubted whether Simon could see where the young man had his hands.
The young sailor became even gamer – as you would expect under the circumstances. He pulled me up harder against his swollen cock and asked me if I would like to go outside with him. Talk about a fast mover! I was very tempted of course – just for a bit of fun. As I had said, it is very flattering to have a handsome young stud putting the hard-word on you when you are 41 years old I must say.
I didn't answer him immediately – both his hands were now on my buttocks – my bare buttocks and he was rubbing and squeezing them in earnest. It did feel very nice. Every now and then he would nuzzle my neck and run his tongue around my ear, tickling me.
Now don't get me wrong, but I was not totally innocent myself at the time. I was dancing quite provocatively – with my arms draped around his neck, my legs were either side of his while I gyrated my hips to the rhythm of the music. I was acting a bit like a teenager again – but hey, I did love to dance!
He asked me to go outside with him again. And again, I just smiled at him, while almost dry-humping his thigh, and occasionally – even his cock! One of his hands snaked around my hip, only to then run down the front of my g-string – I could feel his fingers boldly rubbing my slit through the thin lace. I leant in close to his ear so he could hear me – then hesitated a moment just as he began to work the front of my g-string to one side, partly exposing my wet pussy.
