My husband and I don't keep secrets from one another. So I know that he had quite the wild life during his first marriage, and he knows that while I had some fun as a teenager, my first marriage was horrible – especially as far as sex went. Because I was so repressed for a long time, he is very interested in fulfilling my fantasies. Of course I don't think he expected that my main fantasy was having two men at once, but I was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't bothered by the idea. We've spent many times in bed together with him talking to me about it, teasing me, just to get me more turned on. We hadn't been out actively looking for anyone, only because it's a little tricky to bring that idea up, especially when I'm picky and I'm not into casual sex. I'd rather at least be friends with the person...
So I hung out and chatted online, with no real expectation of finding anyone interesting. But I finally started talking to someone who didn't jump right into asking me about sex. We had things in common and discussed everyday stuff. So I was okay with it when the conversations eventually turned naughty, especially after he sent me pics and I saw his thick cock. My husband caught me in bed that day, getting myself off with my vibrator. He tormented me with his hands and tongue until I confessed why I was so hot right then. We ended up having incredibly hot sex while he teased me about how my friend's thick cock would feel inside me... and afterwards, he was very thoughtful and said he would take care of things soon.
One Friday night a couple months later I came home from work to find my husband packing a couple of bags for us. "We're going away on a little weekend trip," he said. "Don't worry about changing, you can get cleaned up and change when we get to the hotel." Hmmmm, I thought, we hadn't been away for a long time, this would be nice. In the car, I kept trying to get him to tell me where we were going and what we were doing, but he wouldn't tell me. He just kept smiling a little smile and I saw him check his phone a few times. After over an hour, we stopped at a hotel. It wasn't anywhere special, so I was a little confused about what was going on. We checked in and went up to the room. He laid the bags on the bed, then turned and kissed me deeply and told me to get into the shower and get cleaned up. He said, "I'll have an outfit laid out for you to wear when you get out. I have to go out for a bit, but you should be ready by the time I get back." I started to question him about what he was doing and where he was going, but he cut off my questions with a kiss and swatted my ass to get me to run into the bathroom. I heard the door click shut as I was getting into the shower, and I spent several minutes in the hot water and steam just trying to figure out what he could possibly be doing.
After I got out of the shower, I walked out into the room to see what outfit he wanted me to wear and I raised an eyebrow when I saw it. He had picked out my sexy red with black lace bra and panty set, with a short skirt, button down top and heels. "Well," I thought," we must at least be going to a nice dinner or something." I got dressed, cursing him a little under my breath because the top he had picked out was one I had stopped wearing to work because it stretched a little too tightly across my DD chest. To make it fit right, I had to unbutton it to the point that it wouldn't have been professional at work...but since we were going out, I guessed it would be okay.
I was just finishing my makeup when he walked back in the door. He grinned when he saw me. "Perfect!" he said. He walked up behind me, brushed my hair out of the way and began kissing the back of my neck. "Mmmmm," I said, "You know what that does to me; we won't make it to dinner if you don't stop that!" "Oh yes we will," he said in a low voice in my ear, "Because your friend is waiting for us in the car. I just went to pick him up." "WHAT?!" I shrieked. He gave me a wicked grin, and explained that he had gotten his e-mail address from my account, and that they had been planning this together for a few weeks. I couldn't help it, a shiver of anticipation went through me and he grinned again. "We shouldn't keep him waiting," he said, and grabbed my purse and handed it to me as he ushered me out the door.
My friend was waiting at the car, holding the passenger side door open for me. I saw him look me up and down as we approached, taking in the skirt and heels that showed off my legs, and the shirt that displayed my chest, and he smiled. I hugged him nervously in greeting, and his hand slid down briefly to grab my ass before he let go. We all piled into the car, and headed to a local restaurant. I understood why they chose it the minute we walked in, as it was dimly lit and was filled mostly with booths tucked into their own little alcoves. The waitress gave us a bit of a funny look when my husband requested a booth and all three of us slid in, with me in the center. I don't even remember what I ate because I was so distracted. My husband and my friend took pleasure in teasing me, both giving me light touches and kisses, sliding their hands up my legs but not touching anything, just making sure I was getting as hot and bothered as possible. I also kept blushing at the conversation, as they discussed me, how I looked, and what I could do sexually as if I wasn't even there.
When we headed back to the car, I was confused when my friend held one of the back doors open for me. My husband nodded and said, "That's fine, but no touching under the clothes. Not yet." While my husband drove us back to the hotel, my friend pulled me onto his lap and began running his hands all over my body, while we kissed deeply. Knowing what would be happening at the hotel, and after the attention I had already gotten, I could feel my pussy getting wet.