I promised my husband, Tim, that I would tell you the story from my point of view. Hang on to your britches, it's a wild ride.
Tim and I were married 8 years ago. We met in the usual college way, a party. Full of horny guys and gals. The boys outnumbered the girls at least 5 to 1. Sometimes that's good, sometimes bad. This night it was bad. To make a long story short, Tim rescued me. I drank way too much and was in the company of some less than honorable guys. He knew them all. Knew how they were. I'm glad he stepped in.
But...
I've always had a healthy appetite for sex. My fantasies get rather wild and over the years I have grown comfortable in sharing them with Tim. I trust him. Still, there was one fantasy that I never shared with him until about six months ago. It's a fantasy I have carried with me for over eight years. One that I thought I would never share, even with him. The fantasy of what might have happened that night if Tim hadn't rescued me.
They say that every woman wants to experience a gangbang at least once in her life. Whether she'll openly admit it or not. In my case, if fantasies counted, I've had a thousand gangbangs. Don't mind admitting it as long as I'm not talking with my mother :). It's the desire I have most always have when I am at my horniest.
Six months ago things were at a sexual peek between Tim and I. I've learned that he's happiest when daily things take on a sexual overtone. Don't have to "do it", necessarily, but sexual innuendos during normal daily things keep his fire burning and the biggest smile on his face. Tim was continuously going out of his way to romance me. He was being so attentive and so kind and sweet. I've changed over the years. Eight years ago I would have thought "Men will be nice as long as they think there's a possibility of sex.." Today I think, "So what, hell - enjoy it!" That's how men are. He loves me. He shows it in many ways. I've given in to his sexual one-tracked-mind and grown to enjoy it.
We had a busy day. We didn't work, either of us, but went grocery shopping, did things around the house, yard work, ran errands, things like that. He asked me to run one last errand and promised me that we'd go out to dinner afterwards. The errand was to run to the post office. We live about fifteen miles from town and the mailman doesn't deliver. (remind me to tell you about my 'mailman' fantasy some time :).)
There were a few bills, a magazine & a key in our box. The key was to a bigger PO box. In it was a rather large box addressed to me. I didn't order anything. Hmmm. I opened it right there at the counter. A beautiful silky black dress and a card from Tim. The card said "Rescuing you is the only thing I've ever done that I'm really proud of. Will you have dinner with me?" I melted. He is so adorable.
I rushed home and wrapped my arms around my hero and told him I loved him. Kissed him and got that dizzy feeling. Nothing special about the kiss, but the moment, you know, it was one of those moments. I was lost in him.
The night began.
We went to dinner. Lovely, classy kind of place. He spent way too much money. Drank more wine than usual. Afterwards, a walk along the beach. I was sure I knew what Tim had in mind. We've shared some pretty adventurous nights at that beach. He knows so well how to put me in the mood. Sometimes I think he knows me too well. He was loving and gentlemanly, yet persistent. Tim enjoys putting me in slightly dangerous situations. Things like getting me buzzed and then walking on the beach in just my panties. Late at night there aren't very many people around. If they're there, many of them are lovers like us. It's hard to make them out usually, even if they pass just five feet from you, most of the beach is very dark.. The next day you'd never be able to pick them out of a lineup. That's Tim's favorite line if I put up any protest. He used to carry my clothes in case I needed to get dressed in a hurry. Not anymore. Now he takes pleasure in leaving them behind. It's riskier. I've grown to like it too.
We strolled along, not a care in the world, and began talking of sexual things. Next, off came my new dress. As we walked, he stroked my shoulders lovingly then softly ran his hand down my back until he found my panty clad butt cheeks. Tim's an ass man from the word go. He'd leave his hand there for a long time. He had an erection. I didn't feel it - couldn't see it, didn't need to. I just knew it. If taking my dress of didn't make him hard, putting his hand on my ass surely did.
We passed several other couples. Couldn't make them out, but could tell they were at least clothed. We know that they could tell that I was not (giggle). My panties were white. It was obvious to them that other than those, I was naked. Tim didn't care. I did. I cared a lot that night. I loved it. I was really in the mood for it.
We walked a mile or so. I was soaking wet with desire. Tim knew it. He stopped me and turned me towards the water. The moon was pretty and the stars were bright. I stood there frozen at the beauty, feeling the warm ocean breeze blowing against my body. It felt wonderful. I love getting to this stage of arousal. I surrendered myself to him. Put my trust in him. Surrender of such things is wonderful. To trust another, so much, is euphoric.
He kissed his way down my back as he lowered himself to his knees softly stroking my body on the way. He nibbled and kissed my ass through my panties. He'd stay there for days if I'd let him. I said he was an ass man. More like an ass worshiper (giggle).
I loved his touch and the breeze through my hair and against my nipples. I was dripping wet by the time he pulled down my panties to run his tongue down the crack of my ass. My back arched when I felt his warm tongue brush over my hole. I pushed back against it. Soft wet strokes of his tongue, the view, the breeze, the intoxication from the wine. A little taste of heaven. The only thing I wanted more, was to feel his hardness slip into me. Time to stop being ladylike. I wanted to be fucked. Time to tell him so. I love foreplay and Tim is generous with it, sometimes too generous.
"I want it Baby... your turn to get naked... I want your hard cock" I told him.
He smiled..."Mmmmm. I'm glad you feel that way. I promise tonight you'll get lots of hard cock tonight."
I thought he was saying how horny he was. Well, he was, of course. But that's not what he meant by "promise tonight you'll get lots of hard cock."
He licked and sucked and nibbled my ass a while longer. I squirmed all the while. I loved the feeling. Still - I wanted a hard one in me. And I wanted it soon.
I pulled away from him. He protested...
"I'm ready Tim - I want cock. Are you gonna give it to me or not!"
"Be patient Love"
"No way Baby - I want it n-o-w." I resorted to my sure fire line. I jutted my bottom lip in a pouty way... "I'll be your little whore Baby... Anything you want, just take it."
"Anything?"
"A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g" I replied.
"I'm glad to hear you say that Sweetie." He took my hand and started pulling me back in the direction of the car.
"What are you doing! Where are we going?! Damnit - I want to feel you inside me!!"
"To find you some nice hard cocks" I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Wait - Wait - what do you mean "find me some nice hard cocks"?
"You said a-n-y-t-h-I-n-g - remember?"
(nervous giggle) "Yes..".
Along the way he would stop and embrace me. Kiss me. Fondle my butt and pull me up tight against his bulge. The floodgates opened. The bright moonlight made my wet inner thighs glisten as I walked.
I trusted him completely - but this was w-a-y outside anything we'd ever done before. I knew right away what he was doing. I was going to fuck other men tonight. My heart raced. I didn't think I could possibly get any wetter. Wrong. I got wetter.
He grabbed my new dress along the way. He didn't let me put it on until the very last second. I was nervous - we were so close to the public area of the beach. It was well lit. I was completely naked. My panties were back a couple hundred yards. There for a jogger to find in the morning.
"Where are we going?"
"Remember Frank?"
"Frank? Frank w-h-o?"
"The Frank that built our garage."
"Yes, I remember him."
