"You want me to do what?"
That was my response to his question. We were sitting in our living room watching a little porn. He knows it makes me hot. We've only been married for about two years and before that, we dated when I was in high school. He's the only man I've ever fucked.
I knew nothing about sex until I met him. He's older than me and had a lot of experience. He taught me to both make love and to fuck for the sheer pleasure of it.
Now don't get me wrong. I didn't grow up in a family that was bible thumpers. I just didn't know and didn't talk to friends about it. I belonged to that dying breed of women. I was a virgin when I was married.
The bottom line is...I love sex. To me, it's both a physical and emotional one. It depends on the circumstance. I've learned more in one year about sex than in all my other nineteen.
This story is about the first time I had sex with someone other than my husband. I'll pick it up from the first quote.
"You want me to fuck another man...with you watching? I don't get the thrill out of doing that."
"Hun, you know how much I love to see you cum. I just want to watch you cum with another man. It would make me proud to see you do that."
"I can't wrap my head around that. I know what I'd do if I saw you fuck another woman. How about...cut your balls off?"
"I hope you're kidding. I want you to read a site with actual letters from people that live that lifestyle."
So he gave me the site and I went there one night. Hubby was out with a long-time friend. I ended up naked at the computer with my legs spread wide and pussy dripping from cuming so much.
Well, that got me thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I thought about it for a few days. We were going out on Friday for dinner and maybe dancing. I took my shower and was wondering about what to put on. I remembered the stories where the man wanted his wife to dress sexy to turn on other men. He hinted that way, but never came right out and asked me to do it.
He was ready way before me. Men have got it knocked in that department. I looked through my extensive wardrobe, and after a minute thought of something.
I'm five foot ten and slim. Some would say I'm skinny, but I don't give a rat's ass what they think. My best feature is my legs. Their long and when I wear heels and a short skirt or shorts, I get a lot of compliments. They're all not verbal, but I like the whistles too.
We weren't going to a high-class restaurant, so I didn't have to wear a dress. I tried on a denim skirt that I found and tried on a couple of blouses, but nothing seemed to catch my eye.
Then I thought, he wants to show me off? I went to my lingerie draw and came out with a black teddy. It was cut low in the front with lace, but being black you really couldn't see my areolas. My nipples were another thing. Mine are a little big for my tits. They're very big and seem to never go down. I've never worn a bra in my life so I didn't want to start tonight.
So I put on the teddy and skirt. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, I got horny as all hell. I started wondering what others would think. She looks like a slut, or a whore. Fuck them. I was going to have fun, and I wasn't going to spoil that fun.
Then I slipped my hand under my skirt and fingered myself to a real nice orgasm, or two. I pulled myself together and went down to see what the other half had to say.
He whistled.
"You say the nicest things."
"You're going to wear that?"
"Now just a fucking minute! You've been bugging me to dress sexy. Well, here it is and now you question it?"
"No,no. i'm sorry. just that I didn't think that you'd go for broke. You stunned me, that's all."
"Well, is this ok? Or too much."
"Let's go. I can't wait to see what the other guy's reactions will be."
I was not expecting the reaction of the men. Strangers came up to me and asked if I was a super-model. Yeah, right. We sat at the bar and had appetizers. At nine, the band started and so did the dancing.
I love to dance and before I had a chance to grab hubby's hand to pull him out on the floor, I was asked to dance by a man. A rather handsome man. A rather well-dressed handsome man.
I looked at hubby and he told me to go ahead. Now, two things happened on the dance floor. He was a wonderful dancer and it seemed like every eye in the place was on us. It ended way too soon. When we headed back to the bar, he was not there.
He got a table and asked Frank if he would like to join us. Of course, he said he would be honored. Oh, his name is Frank.
We spent the next two hours talking and dancing. Then after a hot fast dance with Frank, we went back to the table. I noticed that hubby was staring at my chest. Then I looked at Frank and he was doing the same thing. I looked down at myself.
Somewhere in dancing the last number, my teddy had slipped and one side was outside my tit. My left breast was exposed. My back was to the dance floor so nobody else could see me.
"Ahh, I hate to tell you this, but your breast is exposed."
Now as I looked down and saw myself, my pussy started flowing. I could feel my panties getting wet. I felt more turned on than ever before. Then my mind went to my husband and what he wanted. Fuck it.
"You don't like what you see, Frank? I can put it away, or would you rather see its twin?"
I left him speechless. When I looked at hubby, his mouth was open. I didn't want to stop now.
"What about my husband. Do you object to me showing Frank my tiny titties?"
When he didn't answer me, I pulled the other half over. Now my total chest was on display to these two men.
"You are simply beautiful. Those nipples could cut glass."
Thank you, Frank. They're small but sensitive. They love to be touched."
Did I just say that? Holy fuck. Well, as I said before, when you're on a roll, don't stop.
"Frank? Would you be a dear and get me another wine.?"
When he left, I had to hold my own.
"Hubby, I don't know why I'm acting like this, but I need to know. Do you want me to continue? I'll do whatever you want, but I want you to know that if you want me to fulfill your fantasy, it may be now or never. I'm leaving what happens next, up to you."
Frank came back and looked a little concerned. He knew we were talking about him and I'm sure he knew what could happen. I saw hubby's mind working overtime. All the work to get me to this point could go away. I didn't want to be him right then.
"Ahh, Frank? The band is stopping for the night and I was wondering if you would like to come to our house. You two can continue your dance there."
I thought that's one way of saying, come home with us and fuck my wife. I would have been blunter, but I knew Frank's answer.