I will never allow my self to feel guilty about the way things turned out with my marriage. The first few years of marriage I never really cared that my husband's endowment was less than average, he was good with his tongue and he wasn't 'that' small. But he became unrelenting in trying to get me interested in fucking another man, a well endowed man. Things started slowly at first, once and a while he would use pillow talk of me getting in situations where another man had the chance to seduce me, someone I was attracted too that was equally attracted to me, then we started to read cheating wife stories, watching xxx movies, etc. As time passed we started getting bolder and we would do things like going to bars or parties and I would dress sexy and dance and flirt with other men, or he would invite a friend or two over and have me dress in outfits then have me tease them.
To be perfectly honest I did enjoy the fact that other men found me attractive and I had many fantasies of fucking other men. Let's face it, I am a woman that enjoys sex, and my husband discussed and even put me in circumstances to be tempted to fuck others, with his consent, so of course it interested me. I bet if you're a woman and honest with yourself, it interests you too. But I loved my husband and my marriage was solid. Also, although my husband always talked of watching me fuck others, I somehow felt that deep down inside he wouldn't be able to handle it and it could seriously affect our marriage. There had been a few instances through the years where I came dangerously close to crossing that line, but I always managed to back down gracefully before things got out of hand. But then came one time I finally gave in to his relentlessness only to find that I did thoroughly enjoy fucking another man, but that my husband couldn't handle it when all was said and done.
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My husband had arranged for an acquaintance of his to come over to our house. The days leading up to the experience were awkward. I was nervous and was strongly considering calling the whole thing off. I mean I had never even met this guy and I couldn't believe my husband wanted to bring a man over to our house to see if I would be interested in fucking him. I told my husband of my reservations and he made me promise to at least meet the guy. He was confident that I would like Rick but he also reassured me by saying that we could call it off anytime. He explained that if we did not get along or find each other attractive, or if it just didn't seem right we would not follow through. He said he had told Rick these same things and he understood completely.
I also expressed a bit of concern that Rick would possibly not find me attractive. My husband said that was not very likely, Rick had noticed me once before, he sat a few tables away from us at a company banquette months prior to scheduled get together. My husband explained to me that he first got this whole idea when Rick commented to him one day that he was "a lucky man indeed."
It made me feel a bit easier when a day later he stated that maybe the first meeting should not involve sex at all, maybe it should be completely "platonic" he said. I eagerly agreed, and he said Rick did too, so that took much of the anxiety off. We would just kind of get acquainted and see if all agreed that this was worth pursing. He said he didn't want to tell me allot about Rick because he wanted me to draw my own conclusion of him, he would just say things like "I don't think you'll be disappointed." The only facts he told me is that Rick was not married and lived 100 miles away and that he was going to be in town on business and would be staying at the Hilton Downtown. He wouldn't even tell me how old he was.
A couple of days before I was to meet Rick I was still nervous and I made sure that my husband knew exactly where I stood. I would meet Rick as long as no sex was to be involved and that if I didn't want a second meeting, he would not try to pressure me into it. I also demanded that if this didn't work out we would not try this again.
The big day arrived and I started getting ready late that afternoon while my husband took our 15 year old daughter to his parents house to spend the night. Even though no sex was going to take place, I was nervous and started sipping on some wine an hour before Rick was to arrive. "I wish I would have thought to insist that the meeting take place in a restaurant." I thought, but I also couldn't stop wondering what kind of man my husband was inviting to our house.
Rick arrived bringing me a single red rose and an expensive bottle of wine. I have to admit that I was very impressed with him from the very first moment I first saw him. I was glad that I took extra time this evening to look good and put on a flattering dress and sexy heels. I felt an instantaneous and undeniable sexual attraction to him. Rick was very nice looking, he had a nice smile and his large hand took my smaller one and kissed it as we were introduced. I would have guessed he was in his late 20's and athletically built at 6' 3" and about 225 lbs. He was perfectly tanned and had a full head of dark wavy hair and a nice mustache. He was neatly dressed in slacks and a polo shirt which showed off his well-developed body. I noticed Rick's arms were large, but not too large, and shapely, and his chest and shoulders seemed very well developed making him a powerful looking man. "why would he want to fuck a 44 year old married woman?" I asked myself, but I could soon tell by the way he looked at me that he was equally impressed, this just added to my confidence. I openly gazed upon him as he and my husband joked about something "This is the guy he brought home for me to fuck?!?!" I asked myself, happy, at least so far, and pleased with my husband's choice. All of the sudden I didn't feel burdened by this, I just hoped Rick wasn't a self centered jerk or a total asshole.
He wasn't. Rick was easy going and pleasant to talk with. He had a nice calm laugh and a wonderful sense of humor. He was also intelligent and could talk in detail about everything from sports, to interior decorating. All three of us knew why we were gathered together and we were all a bit nervous at first, but Rick had a way of easing the tension from the beginning with his wit and his gentle manner. I noticed that whenever he got the chance he would check me out. Of course, I didn't mind a bit, in fact I was doing things to invite his glances. So we sat around drinking wine and chatting. Once I noticed him gazing at my legs, they were crossed and I had purposely allowed my skirt to rise high on my thighs to expose more leg. I was not looking at him, I was talking with my husband, but I felt his eyes upon me. I lowered my wine glass and gently set it on my thigh and started slowly stroking the stem with my fingertips, as I did this I noticed my pussy was starting to tingle.
After about an hour and a half of chatting, drinking and some teasing Rick asked my husband if it was ok to dance with me, then he would have to leave. I was disappointed that he wanted to leave, but I would definitely welcome another meeting with him. We had been playing soft background music the whole time and now a nice slow song was playing, after my husbands blessing he asked me to dance. Rick turned off a lamp and the living room became dim. I placed my hands on his round biceps and his hands went to my waist, we started swaying. Rick then gently pulled me closer and I noticed how good he smelled. He was without a doubt a man that had good hygiene and knew how to not overdo the cologne. I allowed my hands to move up to his shoulders and his hands wrapped around me. I looked up at him, he was already looking down at me and he lowered his head down and whispered in my ear. "The reason I must go is because you're driving me crazy and I'm having a hard time controlling myself and we promised not to do anything tonight, but I didn't want to leave until I let you know how much I desire you." Rick reached down and lifted the short hem of my dress, I had on a pair of sheer French cut panties and his large hands gently squeezed my ass cheeks. I just about melted, that's when I felt his big hard cock for the first time. My stomach had come into contact with his swollen rod. He had me. I already knew it, but right then I was without doubt that I would fuck him, and I didn't care anymore that tonight was supposed to be "platonic," I wanted to fuck him in the worse kind of way and I wanted him tonight!!
