I was married to Steve for fifteen years when he said that he wanted to watch me have sex with another man. At first I was appalled but we did use it as part of love play.
After a while, it dawned on me that his desire was real and so his excitement about watching me do it raised my interest. I was getting progressively more curious and one night over dinner I asked him what it was that he wanted to see me and this other person do.
As he described it to me, I found myself getting turned on by the thought of doing it with him watching. He said he wanted to watch as another man's cock pushed into me and see my face as it went further and further in. He said he wanted to see the expression on my face as another man fucked me to orgasm and he wanted to hear me squeal as I came. He also said he wanted to watch this man ejaculate into me and see my reaction as I felt the heat from him going into my cunt. In less than an hour, he had me completely convinced that he really did in fact want to see me do these things. Not only that I was so hot I had him fuck me straight away.
I asked him several times over the next few days if he really meant it and each time he looked me in the eye and answered with an emphatic yes.
My view of life changed after I told him I would consider doing it. Over the next few months, I looked at every man I saw differently. In restaurants, at work, even going round Tesco's I would look at every man and wonder what sex with him would be like. How it would feel with him on top of me, penetrating me with his cock and looking up at him instead of Steve while he fucked me. Those that really interested me caused me to imagine how sex with that person would unfold. I wondered how it would start. Where would he touch me? Where would I touch him? What would he say? What would I say? I became quite flirtacious. While I liked having these guys show interest in me once they made any kind of move and invited me to go with them, I pulled back and nothing ever happened.
When I told my husband about these thoughts he went wild with arousal and wanted me to tell him everything that happened during those encounters. Things stayed that way for nearly a year but one night I told him about a guy named John that I had met at lunch time that day in the coffee shop at Tesco in our town. John was from quite a way away and was staying in a local hotel, just a few hundred yards away. He kept trying to interest me but I said no. As I left he gave me phone number in case I changed my mind and for no reason I can think of I dropped it in my handbag.
Later at home when I told Steve about what had happened; he asked if I wanted to have sex with John. When I told him I would if he wanted me to, he told me to call John and set it up. I had forgotten until that point that the piece of paper with John's phone number on was still in my handbag and without thinking I pulled it out. Steve put the phone in my hand and told me to call John. I was really nervous and reluctant and I was shaking as I pressed the numbers on the phone.
"Hello John, it's Kay." "What are you doing later?" "Would you like to meet?" "You know what for John, there is just one thing though, my husband wants to watch." There was a pause which seemed to last forever, I half expected the phone to go dead, then he said that was OK, and asked where we should meet.
I hadn't thought that far ahead. John broke the silence and told me to bring my husband to the hotel. He would meet us in the bar in 30 minutes. I just said "Alright John, we will be there."
I quickly showered and pulled on a light dress with no underwear and we went out to the car. It was a cool night and the slightly chilly breeze made my nipples stand out hard. On the way to the hotel, which was only 3 miles away, I asked my husband what he wanted to see me do with John.
Steve just said, "I want to see you fuck him."
I replied, "Suppose we do this and I like it. Then what"?
He said, "I want you to like it. Seeing you get excited and having orgasms is what I want to see."
My mind was spinning. I tried to analyse what I was doing but my brain would not co-operate, so I gave up and instead focussed on the thought of having sex with someone other than my husband for the first time ever.
When my husband and I got to the hotel, I asked him to wait across the room as I talked to John. It was a very odd experience to be walking away from my husband towards John knowing what I was expecting to happen very shortly. My last rational thought before I sat next to John was whether or not Steve would really enjoy watching what we were about to do.
After some small talk, John soon asked, "So, your husband wants to watch you have sex with me?"
"Yes that is what he says."
"Where is he now?"
"He's sitting across the room watching us."
John asked, "Have you ever done this before?"
"No"
"Are you Ok with doing this?"
"That is why we are here." I replied.
"How do you want to do this?" he asked.
"We have a few drinks then go up to your room and then make love."
He asked what me what we would both like to drink, as he walked over to the bar I beckoned Steve over. "It this happening?" he asked. I nodded, nervous that someone would hear,
John returned with the drinks and sat down. He put his hand on my knee and while I was staring into his eyes, he slid his hand up under my dress and as he did this, I spread my legs slightly. I quickly looked around the bar to see if anyone else was watching us. When John found my naked pussy I opened my legs wider and he pushed a finger into me. It made me gasp. Steve was watching the whole time.
