I am a happily married woman named Jamie. We've been married for just over five years and my husband Jim is great in every respect except one. He tries very hard to please my sexual desires and does a fair job, but it is lacking in duration, intensity and frequency.
I had relationships with four guys before meeting Jim and the sex with two of them was nothing short of spectacular. Orgasms were intense and accompanied by the feeling that a heart attack was imminent, accompanied by fear of suffocation due to the inability to breathe. Since my marriage to Jim, I have orgasms frequently, not always, but they don't begin to match what I know is possible. Jim is aware of this more through having a sense of it rather than verbalizing, and has done everything he could think of to help. Vibrators, dildos, more frequent sexual attempts, etc., all seem to help a little but not reach the desired goal.
Finally, a few months ago, he suggested we go to one of the couples' parties in the area, and maybe I would find someone I liked and maybe get my "itch" satisfied. I was really shocked at the idea, primarily at the idea of the infidelity, which I had never even considered. As I thought further I was also concerned about the possibility of recognition. What if I did do something with someone? At some point in this medium sized community he'd see me and recognize me, or visa versa. The thought of the humiliation was too much to contemplate.
Jim and I discussed this aspect pretty openly, and he finally convinced me to go to one of the parties thinking that being in such a sexually charged environment would help stimulate both of us, and we would only "be with" each other, but meanwhile keep our eyes and ears open. I agreed finally to go on the next Friday night and he called to make the necessary arrangements for our admission.
When Friday came, I was as nervous as hell all day. I showered and dressed early and Jim came home from the office early to do the same. We were playing a little grab-ass, and grab other things, since we were both very sexually charged-up. I wore his favorite sexy clothes and at his urging, reluctantly left off all underclothes except a half-slip. Looking myself over in the mirror I could see that my skirt was long enough and my blouse opaque enough that being bra-less and panty-less was not a major problem even with backlight.
When we got to the party, I think I was in a constant state of blushing. The sexuality was everywhere but in no way threatening. We got a couple of drinks and wandered around a little, talking casually with a few couples but no overt actions were taken by anyone. It was quite pleasant actually. Eventually I could see couples pairing off and going to other rooms or to little semi private alcoves in the main areas. Since Jim and I were getting aroused, we opted for a small alcove where there was a couch, a chair, an end table and a table lamp. A curtain could be drawn over the opening but it wasn't a complete closure by any means. We started messing a little, and of course it didn't take long for his hands to find all my erotic areas, which of course were easily accessible due to my missing underclothes. I was wet and he was hot, and to put it simply, we had good sex right there. The environment of others having sex around us, the threat of being watched, and the wickedness of it all, made it better than usual. BUT, still no heart stopping mind-blowing orgasm that I was looking for.
Later, on the way home we talked about the experience and while we both found it enjoyable and exciting, Jim knew that it still didn't meet my desires entirely. Still, I expressed my unwillingness to be unfaithful with another guy, even with his permission. I think he detected my hidden reason as well, which was the fear of recognition. This gave him an idea that he proposed for my consideration. The idea was that we should go to the party again, but wait until next month when it was Halloween so we could wear masks and preserve our anonymity. At first I thought "No way", but the more time that went by, the more exciting it seemed, in fact the mere thought of this fantasy improved our sex life a bit. One night after almost achieving the mind-blowing orgasm I was seeking, I said, "OK, let's go to the Halloween party". He smiled and I felt him get hard for a second go-around for the first time since our honeymoon.
