I was flattered to receive a request from Brianna to help tell the story of an interesting weekend she had not so long ago. Here it is.
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'Well, Bree?' he asked excitedly. 'What do you think?'
I didn't need to think. The answer was easy to give.
'I liked it,' I replied. 'Very sexy.'
David had brought me yet another erotic story to read. It was part of our efforts to add a little zing to our sex life and I had to admit, reading – in sometimes unnecessarily explicit detail – about men and women having sex in unusual or illicit circumstances went some way to turning me on.
But I couldn't help noticing that the stories David had been suggesting had a recurring theme: the involvement of others. More specifically, they involved the wife having sex with one – or more – other men. Sometimes, the husband was equally involved, more usually, it was just the wife. The more I read, the more I began to appreciate that it wasn't just one of David's fantasies, but those of a lot of other men, too.
If David had tried to sound me out about him having a fling I would have been worried. But he seemed genuinely excited about the idea of me having one and if the reasoning behind it was that I became a better lover I sort of understood.
Before him, I had had one serious relationship. But, although we had done almost everything a man and a woman could do, I was still a virgin when I met David.
I was no stranger to the delights of a man exploring my body with fingers and tongue. Indeed, I had enjoyed countless orgasms from purely oral sex. Equally, I knew my way around a man's body. I had experienced numerous ejaculations over my body as well as in my mouth. But David had been the first and only man to have full sex with me.
We had never told each other about our sexual histories, but he must have recognised my lack of experience – probably because I was not his first. That said, I like to think that when I'm in the mood, I can more than hold my own.
As well as the broadening of my experience that taking a lover would provide however, David seemed to get a weird kick out of imaging me with another man.
In one or two of my private fantasies, the idea of killing two birds with one stone – having, at the age of thirty-nine, only my second lover, as well as catering to my husband's perverted wish – had a definite appeal.
'How sexy?' he asked, breaking into my thoughts.
'Sexy enough to get you laid, if that's what you were hoping,' I grinned.
That stopped both of us talking for a while but once he'd recovered his breath he picked up the thread again.
On another occasion, he brought me to the edge of an orgasm with a disturbingly exciting dildo and then paused to smile wickedly.
'Are you enjoying this?'
'God, yes! Can't you tell?' I moaned, rolling my hips in the hope he would finish me off.
'Would it be better if it was a real dick?'
'I don't know. Maybe. Please David . . . '
He once asked me a more direct question.
'Do you ever think about what it would be like to fuck another man?'
'Of course I do. You see a good-looking guy in a film or on television . . . You see pictures in magazines . . . Hell, you occasionally see a guy on the street . . . Of course the thought crosses my mind that, if the circumstances were right and I found myself alone with any of them, it might be fun to find out if they were as good as they looked.'
'What if said I wanted you to take such an opportunity?'
'I'd think you were crazy. Or you'd stopped loving me. Or you wanted woman of your own and if I had a man, your way would be clear.'
'But what if it was none of those? What if I simply wanted you to sleep with another man and then come back to tell me about it? Wouldn't you get a kick out of that? I know I would. I think the sex we'd have afterwards would be amazing.'
'Like it is in those stories? You'd want me to come home, smelling of sex and maybe even leaking my lover's cum, to tell you about it?'
'Fuck, yes!' he groaned, sliding his hand between my thighs to where his own cum was leaking out.
It was a powerful image and, for a moment, I forgot it was David's cum and instead imagined his fingers were delving into what another man had left inside me. That meant it hadn't been David who had just fucked me, but my lover and now my husband was taking his turn with me.
The sex that followed was even better than before.
Over the weeks that followed, David told me on several occasions that he wanted me to take a lover. He would point out men – either strangers, or guys we knew – and asked me if I could see myself being fucked by them.
Whenever we brought out our toys, David would tease me to the point of orgasm and then, when I was desperate for release, ask if I could imagine it was another man who was about to bring me off.
I played along with him because it was an exciting idea, but I was convinced it would never happen.
We decided to take a break and have a holiday in Lincoln City, on the Oregon coast. On the Friday evening we strolled to a nearby pub and, the pool table being unused, decided to have a game or two.
I'm pretty useless at pool but we were having fun nevertheless when a group of three men and two women wandered in, sat at another table and started watching us. One of the men, Adam, challenged us to a game. Knowing how bad I was, I offered them the table but they wouldn't hear of it.
I think the main reason I agreed was because Adam was a charmer. He was around six-two and built to match his height. He had blond hair, blue eyes and killer dimples when he smiled – which was often. I felt immediately attracted to him. He either sensed it, or the attraction was mutual, because he started flirting immediately.
Predictably, David and I were beaten but, instead of leaving it there, Adam suggested we ought to play with me and him against a mix from the others. Possibly David began thinking something might happen, either way, he raised no objection to Adam partnering me and the flirting continued.
As did the fun. The six of us were getting along really well. Tom, one of the other guys, wasn't bad looking either. Like Adam he was a year or two younger than me and he was more David's height – a shade under six foot – and probably heavier than either of them.
But it was Adam I really fancied and, when most of our new friends slipped outside to smoke some weed, I went with them. David had been invited, too and I didn't want to leave him but he reminded me we were on holiday so if I wanted a smoke, I should go for it.
The weed had the desired effect. The games became a little silly but much more fun. Adam started trying to coach me, helping me line up my shots and moving around the table to face me, supposedly offering advice as to how and where to hit a ball. In fact, as I learned later, it was so he could look down the front of my top. I was wearing jeans, which hugged my butt nicely – especially when I was leaning over the table to take a shot – and a v-necked top over a sheer bra.
I don't have overly large breasts – 34b, in fact – but I have a good body and I keep it in shape, running or walking pretty much every day. The clothes I was wearing made the most of what I have.
After a couple more games, Adam invited me out for another smoke and we both knew by then that it wouldn't take much for something to happen.
Going back inside, it did start to happen. David had received a work-related phone call and had left to find somewhere quieter to deal with it. I wasn't too concerned. He is co-owner of an engineering company and his clients like to be able to reach him when necessary. Plus I was nicely stoned by then. So we racked up the balls again for another game.
But when David returned, it was with worrying news. There was a problem and it was almost certain he would need to leave to visit the site and deal with it. He was waiting for confirmation of this and, if he did indeed need to go, his subsequent travel arrangements.
As soon as he received the call, he left us to find another quiet place. Shortly after that, Adam and I won another game and I forgot all about David's problem. We whooped and high-fived and I found myself being half dragged outside by Adam.
I was on a high both from the weed and also from winning the game in the company of a man I found charming and attractive. We smiled at each other and then he pulled me into his arms. I never thought twice and the next moment we were kissing hard.
It was a good kiss, a long kiss, and when one of Adam's hands drifted down to my ass I simply pressed myself more firmly against him. He cupped a breast and, greatly daring, I let one of my hands start fondling his butt.
Then we kind of came to our senses. David was still on his call somewhere when we went back to the table which allowed me some time to sort out my thoughts.
I was aware of several things. I had enjoyed the kiss and the too-brief touching. I was as horny as hell. I didn't feel particularly guilty because we really hadn't done all that much and, besides, David had more or less given his permission.
As well as allowing me to flirt with Adam, he had encouraged me to go outside with him to smoke the joints. Now it looked as though he was going to leave me to my own devices. If ever the signs were there that I should have sex with another man, it was then.
Nothing happened to alter that. David was going to catch a flight first thing the next morning. I would drive him to the airport after that, it would be up to me. I could return home, or make use of our booking to finish the holiday.
I really hoped David would want sex when we got back to our room. As I said, I was horny as hell and, right then, I just wanted to be fucked.
But David was already in work-mode, packing automatically as he thought about what he would need to do to fix the problem. This sort of thing had happened several times before, with David having to stay on the job until everyone was happy, so it wasn't so unusual. It was annoying that it happened while we were on holiday, but that's just how it was.
