"Well, just what exactly are you are proposing, David!?" I asked of my husband looking him straight in the eye.
I could see him squirm a little as he lay there, naked his 5-1/2" stiffy. He looked down at my breast and started to suckle my nipple. He mumbled in between sucks, "I think it would be hot if you fucked another man, that's all."
"That's all, is it?" I was fuming. "You just want me to go out and fuck another man? That's all? And then what? I suppose you want to watch the whole thing?"
"That would be nice, Babe," he said as he ejaculated on my leg.
"NO FUCKING WAY! I might go out and let some strange man fuck my ass off, but there is no fucking way you are going to watch. You'll end up getting jealous and getting your head pounded in by my
john.
I'll bring home his drippings for you to lick up, but I just won't do it if you're going to be there. It just wouldn't work. Now lick up the mess you made on my leg."
I lay there as he licked his cum off my legs and he worked his head in between my legs. 'What the hell,' I thought as his tongue found my pussy lips. 'Maybe it'll be fun fucking a stranger. I haven't had a real orgasm from sex with Dave in a while. Sometimes he brings me off with his tongue, but I'm afraid that his cock just doesn't do it for me. Most of the time I fake my orgasms and get off with a vibrator that I have stashed away when the need arises.
"And when do you want me to perform this act and with whom?" I figured that he must have something in mind. He started to suck and nibble on my clit. I was getting hot with the excitement of a different cock. I tried not to appear too anxious.
"Maybe you could go to a bar and pick up a guy."
"Ya know, a young stud, built like a brick shit house, hung like a horse," he muttered as he climbed on top of me and inserted his whole 5-1/2" into my pussy and started to pump like mad.
"Bar?"
"Young stud?"
"So you really don't have a plan, now do you, David?" I could see that I would have to take control of the situation. I didn't want to pick up any life long disease and I wanted to be sure of the situation and the gentleman before David would be eating another man's cum from my pussy. "Are you sure that you want me to do this?" I asked, giving him one more chance.
"I think it would be hot."
"I'd love to eat you out after you've had your ass fucked off and then take sloppy seconds," he said as his body stiffened and he came again.
"Well, if that's what you want then I'll do it for you, but we'll do it my way or not at all," I said in an strict voice.
"Any way you want it Deb," he said with a smile as he began to suck his cum from my pussy.
The next morning during breakfast I reconfirmed his commitment to his fantasy and began my quest. I didn't just want any cock. I wanted one which would satisfy my vaginal craving and be available when the need arose. I went to the mall, the grocery store, the hardware store. 'Hell where do you go to pick up a guy to fuck?' I though to myself dreading the thought of going to some sleazy bar and end up getting gang banged or something worse.
I was just about ready to give up for the day when I noticed an elderly man, maybe late 40's, early 50's, behind the cash register in the women's lingerie store. His hair was salt and pepper colored with a moustache to match. He had thick eyebrows and big brown eyes that smiled as he spoke to a customer. He was fairly tall, but not near as heavy as David. I decided to check this out further.
"Good afternoon, Madame," he said as he unleashed on terrific smile.
"Good afternoon, Sir," I responded and couldn't help but return his sexy smile. His eyes were so bright and he was so handsome. I knew that he would be the one if I played my cards right. I pretended to look at some satin thong panties on one of the racks.
"Those are a very popular item, Madame," he cooed at me with a slight Scottish accent.
"Can I try them on?" I asked in my most sexy voice. "And I prefer Debbie to Madame."
"We're really not to let the customers try on the underwear, but I will make an exception in your case, Debbie," he said with that great smile as he led me to the change rooms. He introduced himself as Charles, but his friends called him Charlie. I went into the stall and stripped off my pants and panties. As I pulled on the satin thongs, I felt naughty as I looked in the mirror. I ran my hand over my exposed cheeks and wanted a second opinion. I stepped out of the stall and called Charlie over. As he approached I stepped out into his view and did a pirouette.
Judging by the way his eyes lit up and the large lump that was forming in his pants he was more than just interested.
"They fit a little tight across the crotch," I said as I pulled them down a little partially exposing away my pussy.
"I think they look just fine," he said, not taking his eyes off of my crack.