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.
