Tom wanted me to recount the story of me picking up five guys at the bar after our trip to the swingers club. I will, but first I want to write something to everyone.
I'm sure many of you think I'm just a slut and my husband is some kind of weak sissy. Unfortunately, you are wrong. At least about my husband.
I can't describe the feelings I've had since we opened our marriage. I thought the jealousy thing would be difficult to overcome, but it wasn't.
We didn't do this because we felt inadequate. I know my husband thinks I'm attractive, especially after I've lost some weight, and loves me. I love him and his over nine-inch cock is still the largest I've had.
Instead, for me, I've never felt so confident in my life. After I fucked Sean, a light went off in me. This is something that I've wanted without knowing it. I'm not afraid to be sexual.
My clothing has changed. My attitude. My confidence. All for the better. All because a young hunk at my gym wanted to fuck me. Still wants to fuck me.
It is hard to explain, because Tom has always met my every want and need and we didn't lack anything in the bedroom, even after we found out we couldn't have children.
I'm free to live out again the freedom I felt in college, where I was quite promiscuous. I never really had a long-term boyfriend in college and starting my freshman year, I had no problem opening my legs for a cute guy. All told, I probably fucked 25 guys in my four-and-one-half years there.
After college, I met Tom and fell in love. And we settled into our "normal" life that we thought we wanted. After the child failure, we just became honest about things and gave this a try. After our initial experiences, we both knew this is what we wanted.
The trip to Vegas opened both of us up for the experiences. In Vegas, we both felt free to explore. I dressed more provocatively than I had ever had before and was free to do what I wanted in terms of sex. And I wanted to have sex. Lots of it. I didn't want to stop. And I didn't.
And now for our regular story...
When we got back to the hotel after the swingers club, Tom was spent. However, I wasn't. I had already been fucked by 8 different guys, not including Tom, but still wanted more.
Tom went to the room and I went to the bar to get a drink. I didn't know what I was looking for, but would hopefully find it.
I ordered a chocolate martini and sat at the bar. I figured it would be the only drink I would have to buy. As I finished my drink, the bartender served me another one and told me it was compliments of the guys sitting at the booth to my left. I looked over and saw five young guys who all smiled when I waved and mouthed thank you to them.
I didn't know where this was going to lead, but I was interested. It was only a few minutes before one of the guys left the table and approached me. I made sure to brush my hair away from my shoulders so he could get a good look at the cleavage my loose fitting tank was showing.
After a quick name introduction, his name was Justin, he got right to the point.
"If you're not interested, I understand, but the guys had to find out," he started. "My friend is getting married and we're here on a bachelor party.
"We had hired an escort, but she never showed up," he continued. "We had arranged for her to fuck him and then we'd pay for her to fuck each of us. Now we're just desperate to find someone to fuck him. Would you be interested?"
"What makes you think I'm that kind of girl," I said coyly trying to hide my instant interest.
"Oh, we don't," he replied in an obvious backtrack. "It's just that you're a lady here in the bar by herself in Vegas. We figured it'd be worth a try to see if you were here looking to hook up and we could kill two birds with one stone."
While he didn't start nervous, the last sentence he definitely struggled over as we was probably afraid of getting slapped and kicked out of the bar and casino.
"Well, how much were you willing to pay her," was my response, which seemed to instantly put him at ease.
"We had agreed that we'd pay her $200 to fuck each of us and she'd fuck our soon-to-be married friend for free."
"And that was $200 to fuck her once," I asked as I put a hand on his waist during our little conversation.
"Yes."
"You know I'm not an escort," I replied, dropping my hand down to the side of his thigh. "I am a married woman."