Authors note: This is a story of loving wives, in other words married women having sex with other men. If you can't handle it or if you can't handle the explicit language, I suggest you don't read it. If you wish to send me positive criticism, good or bad things about the story, I'll be glad to read your personal comments or remarks. As like all of my stories, my hubby and my names are real. The other people's names have been changed. I would also like to take a moment to thank angel love for her editing skills on this story.
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My husband and I have been enjoying ourselves now every week-end for the last 3 months. We visit swing clubs or just go to plain bars were we pick up a nice looking guy or guys for a night of fun. When we go to a bar, we sit together, but as the evening gets later and more people go to the dance floor we generally have the first dance together and then Bart leaves to go to the bathroom and leaves me alone so I can keep my eye out for cute guys. It is amazing how quickly a guy can step up to you when you are standing alone on a dance floor and you make eye contact with him.
Anyway, normally, by the time Bart is back from the restroom I'm dancing with somebody else and Bart sits down to watch us. A little touching, a little groping, a little kissing, whispering some kind words in each others ears... and soon we are both (all three of us actually, since my hubby gets horny watching me work another guy) so horny we can't stand it anymore.
Then we go sit down at the bar, the guy not knowing I'm sitting next to my husband. We drink a few drinks while my hand is rubbing the bulge in his pants and his hands are trailing my legs and up under my skirt to touch my bald pussy. In the mean time, Bart can hear the conversation we are having, which is not kind and nice anymore, but just plain nasty horny talk. They compliment me on my legs and tits, my body in general.
Some compliment my eyes, yeah right, as if they could care less about my eyes... LOL. "You have beautiful eyes," Sven told me.
I chuckled, "Yeah right, I'm sure that is all you are looking at," while I place my hand high up on his thigh.
He was actually a very timid guy, since he turned red quite all of the sudden. I had to reassure him, "Don't be shy, it's OK. We both know what we want," moved my hand onto his cock and added, "Tonight is just about us having fun, no strings attached, I plan to fuck you until you can't get your cock up anymore for the next week."
I said it hard enough that Bart, who was sitting 2 chairs over could also hear me. I couldn't see his reaction, but I'm sure that he was hard as a rock by now. Sven was shocked for a second and stuttered, "O-ok".
Guys just aren't used to having the women take the lead, but then, how many of us tell a guy straight out they are looking for just good sex? LOL
Anyway, he gained his composure quickly and said, "I don't know if you can handle me, I have great stamina and can cum several times in one session."
I squeezed his cock through his pants saying, "That's what I want you to do. And from the feel of it are you pretty big too."
His hand had found my uncovered pussy by now, he flicked my clit with a finger and replied, "I hope your cunt is nice and wet, otherwise I might hurt you going in." He smiled and winked.
We fooled around like that a bit longer, while we were drinking our drinks the bartender had brought us. "So what is a beautiful woman like you doing alone?" he asked me.
"Who said I'm alone?" I asked, "I'm married."
I guess Sven saw his chances of getting lucky disappear like snow under the sun, so I added, "But I'm frustrated, my hubby doesn't look at me anymore and when we do have sex, it takes about 5 minutes of him humping my bones. When he cums, I get a kiss, he rolls over and falls asleep, leaving me hanging."
This was the first time I acted this part of our fantasy out. Bart has asked me several times to not tell the guy he was there with me and so just to act has if I'm alone with my date. I told him that would be kinda difficult, because if I did that, I would have to talk bad about him, why else would I be looking for another guy? Bart had absolutely no problem with that. He said he would just follow us home in his car and sneak into the house while we were already fucking. That's also the first time he told me how much he liked it when for the first time he walked into the motel room were my lovers were fucking me.
"The sight of this guy pumping his cock deep in your pussy, and you slut, doing this behind my back, had me rock hard instantly," Bart told me (read sweet revenge).
I giggled and said: "OK, if that is what you want, I'll try to do it sometime."
The opportunity hadn't presented itself yet, but Sven gave a perfect assist for our little fantasy. "What an idiot! I would fuck you three times a day if you were mine," Sven said.
"Yeah, you are not the first man that has told me that, but why don't we make this day 1?" I suggested while licking my lips.
"My husband isn't home, every Saturday he goes out with his colleagues to a sport bar," I continued, "But you'll have to drive, he dropped me off here tonight, so I don't have a car."
Sven started laughing, "You mean he actually dropped you off here alone? I mean talk about putting the cat at the milk..."
"Yeah, he trusts me," I said. "He doesn't have any idea. He sees me as a dull faithful house wife."
