It was several days before my husband and I got to talk about what had happened at the bar. I loved the sex that we had afterwards, but felt a little guilty about showing my private parts to a stranger, then sucking him off until he came. My husband wasn't concerned about it at all, it turned out. Just bringing it up to talk about the situation had him sexually excited, and he ended up fucking me hard afterwards. I wanted to be sure about everything though, so I just let him go enough to take the edge off from him (not that I was tolerating it, I loved how hard he was pounding me!). When he was more or less coherent, I made him get up and go for a walk with me (because, as any married woman knows, if you just lay there and cuddle afterwards, there won't be any meaningful talk!). As we walked down the sidewalk, we made sure of what had happened. It turned out that the erotic pleasure for Chase was knowing that other men found me desirable, me being confident enough in my own body to flaunt it, and then that I was confident enough in our relationship to grant other men some of the pleasures of my body.
During that walk, we decided that we would explore the situation further. We wouldn't do anything close to home, because we both have fairly public jobs that, should the wrong people find out, would put them in jeopardy. Fortunately, with no kids and being specialized professionals, we have many opportunities to travel, and enough monthly disposable income to be comfortable. So he would hit up chat rooms to find people that "we" might travel to and hook up with. The "we" is in quotes, because Chase made it clear that he didn't have any interest in being that close to another man's naked body, but enjoyed the thoughts of what we would be doing. He also had no interest in seeing another man's hard penis, so didn't even have the interest in watching. The only thing that he asked, was that I told him the whole story afterwards.
When we got home, of course we had more sex. I talked dirty to him. "You think you're going to enjoy knowing that some stranger is going to enjoy me doing this to him?" (as I looked into his eyes, holding his cock upright and licking along its length). "You realize that another guy is going to be seeing this same view, feeling this same pussy" (as I lowered myself down onto his cock, breasts thrust out in front of me). "You think other guys will enjoy pulling my nipples, making me moan in pleasure?" (as I put his hands on my boobs, grinding my pussy down on his hard shaft). He loved every minute of it, and the ideas honestly excited me, too. I came harder and more frequently that night than possibly any other night in our marriage.
The next day was a work day for me. As a flight nurse, I work 24 hour shifts, so this meant that I would spend the better part of two days away from my husband. The work was typical, meaning that nothing was really predictable. But I noticed that I better appreciated the attractive features of my crew mates. My pilot was recently retired from the Marines, and still very much in shape, and handsome on top of it. My partner, a nurse, had a great smile and personality, and although obviously not in the best of shape, had a noticeable bulge between his legs at all times under his flight suit. I sent those impressions to my husband, who teased me about them in a loving yet provoking way. Through the teasing though, we came to the determination that nothing would happen: the risks of crew complications, as well as the risks of management finding out, were too great. and the risk of creating emotional attachment too big. So we determined that I could do some more flirting while at work, maybe not have my door shut all the way when I changed, things like that, but that no sex would come from work.
Daylight wasn't bad at all while at work. That night though, we got into a rescue scene that took all night, extending well past the end of my shift. While on-mission, especially when a crew has initiated care, you can't just leave. So we completed the mission, which meant that I was completely exhausted when finally I got home. It was one of those rare stretches where I worked 24, had (almost) 24 off, then worked another 24, so I didn't get to actually see my husband coherently for over 3 days.
My partner the second shift was a cute blonde, about 5ft4, maybe 130lbs. Flight suits cover a lot of features, but from what I could tell, she had a decent body. While I've never been overly attracted to girls, I've never ruled it out either. So I kept up the teasing of my husband, describing her to him, and having him imagine me making out with her, playing with and sucking her boobs, licking her pussy, and us toying each other. Chase sent me a picture of his hardon from all of that, and I admit that I got pretty turned on too from the word play.
That shift was pretty busy overnight-nothing like the rescue, but plenty of flights, so that we didn't get much sleep. So most of the following day was spent more as recovery for me. I remember waking up in the evening and eating dinner with Chase in front of the TV, and making love when we went to bed, but really I was more or less sleeping with my eyes open. The following day though, after Chase got home from work, he told me about somebody that he'd been talking to online that he thought I'd like to hook up with. We went for a run while he told me about the guy-his interests, what he could determine about the guy's personality, and about how the guy was interested that Chase was interested in seeking sexual partners for me. Chase said that he wanted to take some pictures of me doing sexual things, then send them to the guy. But first, he was going to have them "tagged"-some kind of electronic alert would be attached to them, so that Chase could track if the guy passed them on to anyone. When I first heard about it, I had a mix of fear that the pictures would get out, as well as excitement that I would be showing off for strangers. After hearing the system, my fear of being exposed to the wrong people was pretty well relieved, and I agreed.
Upon returning home, before taking a shower, Chase got right to it. I was covered in sweat, but Chase liked the idea of taking a picture of me in a sports bra and the biking shorts I'd run in. So that was one of the first. Then I was allowed to shower, and the next was my bare back with just a hint of my ass showing, shampooing my hair. Then one of my wet hair down, but wearing only a towel. The series turned me on quite a bit, because they were ones that were going to be shown to people, rather than our own personal pleasure. I dressed in only a t-shirt and made dinner while Chase showered, then we ate on the couch again. I finished shortly before him, and made sure that his camera was handy before giving him my best blowjob. I looked up at him as I licked its length, stared into the camera as I slowly swirled my tongue while working it deep in my mouth, and again staring into the camera as I bottomed out with it all in my throat, my nose touching his stomach (as a side note, Chase is a very pleasing 7.5 inches). We got one of me holding his cock upright as I worked my shirt off, my wedding band plainly visible. Then I really went to town on him, sucking him until he came in my mouth, which we recorded on video. He warns me he's going to cum, and I keep bobbing my head until he erupts, then when he's done, I lean back and show my mouthful of cum, then swallow it and show my empty mouth. The video plainly shows my naked body, and my enjoyment over what I had just done.
