I have been happily married for 10 years with a very fulfilling sex life, however after two kids and close to 14 years with the same man things though certainly not boring were a little predictable. One of the things that both my husband and I liked was for him to tell me stories about me and other men as he used his hand to bring me to orgasm - I would shut my eyes and imagine some unknown cock or cocks sliding in and out of me. Another was for me to pleasure myself and for me describe what I was fantasying to my husband as he fucked me.
Anyway - I have just hit forty and though I still looking good, particularly after losing some nagging 'mummy weight" I found myself thinking about my younger days at university and tripping around Europe -I had some fun but looking back now I probably didn't make as much of it as I could have. That thrill of meeting a new person, seeing their body, their taste and smell - that anticipation as a person whom I only meet a few hours before kissing their way down my stomach to my most intimate and private place to touch my clit with their tongue, to that incredible sensation of being entered for the first time by a man and watching his face as I feel him exploding inside of me and the streams of electricity shooting through my body as I climax with a new partner.
My husband and I decided to go onto a famous site for meeting other people and having affairs - not to do anything necessarily but to just see what was out there and maybe have some fun whatever that may be. We made a few contacts and had a couple of pretty steamy chats but nothing really that got either of us going and after a month or so our online lives sort of died out.
A few weeks later I was at home at night while my husband was working a night shift and I decided to look at my old online profile - we had money left on the account so I though what the hell. My inbox was full of requests for pictures as well as the obligatory crotch shots from men all over the world - all very classy. After a minute or two I got a Instant Message from someone wanting to chat - I liked the name as it included the name of a town in England that I had a good time in. He sent me a few funny one liners, all very corny but at least they were not a grubby smut that most guys seem to think will work. I eventually send him a message back saying nice name, good try but not interested as I am in New Zealand and long distance thing isn't an option thinking that would end it. He replied back "but I'm not in England - I'm in New Zealand."
My hear almost stopped - it was like that spark when someone you desperately want touches your hand for the first time. My mind went blank - I was a school girl not knowing what to say or do, yet this guy had only just sent me a few corny one liners.
He told me that his name was Dan and that he was happily married but missed that exhilaration of meeting a new person and the thrill of discovering a new body. I found myself asking him how he would discover my body. There was a pause then he began to write detailing how he would explore my body with his hands, his tongue and his member. There was a confidence in what he was writing and the clear knowledge that he knew what he was talking about.
And that how it started - we would tell each other our fantasies, -our best (and worse) sexual experiences , what we like and what we wanted to try. There were no barriers and I could say anything I liked. Within a week we had sent each other photographs (from the neck down and wearing just enough to not ruin any future surprise). Dan was simply average - if I had seen that body walking on the beach it wouldn't even register and wouldn't go back for a second look. He was no different from any of the thousands of other men in this city who wear a suit everyday - however I knew the man that that 'average' body belonged to - how he could use his hands to make my skin feel like it was on fire - that tongue that would dance across my clit that would cause me to sing out and the mystery of that cock of his hidden behind his boxer shorts that I was desperate to see for the first time.
It didn't take too long before we had progressed to phone sex and not your average lying in bed type. Dan would call me at work and tell me to go to the bathroom where I would bring myself off listening to him as my workmates came and went. Our affair was purely sexual - we never discussed families, our future plans or anything like that - it was just a very, very extended and intense slow dance with a stranger.
Then he asked - did I want to meet? I told him that I would need to think about it and if we did - it would be on my terms.
There really wasn't any question that I wanted to meet him, it was just whether I should or not. After a couple of days of thinking I decided to go for it, but I would tell my husband first. He had suggested that we go down this path, he liked hearing stories about me sleeping with other men so he would have to accept it.
I told Dan that I would meet him in three weeks time in one of the top hotels in town on a Friday late afternoon. That he should plan for staying Friday and most of Saturday and that I would pay for the room. Dan was to pick what clothes, shoes and lingerie I was to wear by going into the stores himself, picking them out and paying for them. I would then go in and be measured by the staff to make sure they would fit perfectly, however I would not know what they were before they would be packaged and delivered to my hotel room awaiting me to see them for the first time just before we meet. I would do the same for him so his clothes would be waiting for him once I told him the room he was to go to and there would be further instructions with them.
I chose this particular Friday as I was all ready going out for the night and the following weekend with my husband. There was a big rugby game on in town and we and some friends were all going together then heading into town and having a weekend away from the kids. What my husband didn't know was that I also booked the room next to ours for Dan.
The Friday finally arrived and I send Dan a text telling him the hotel, the room key number and that he was to be there between 3.45 and 4pm. I wanted him to be in the room at a particular time so that we didn't bump into each other before I was ready.
My husband and I got into our room at 3.30pm and he saw the wrapped box that contained my clothes from Dan. He asked what they were and I told him that it was a surprise and he would find out later. Just before 4pm I heard the door next to our room open and close. Dan saw the note with his clothes which told him to run a spa bath, shave, put on the clothes I had picked for him and to be in the bar at 4.45pm on the dot.
As I heard the spa start up in Dan's room I slipped out of my clothes and went over to by husband and took him over to wall closest to the spa. As I undid his fly and took out his very hard cock I asked him if he could hear the spa. He said that he could and asked why as I stoked his member so that his cock was aiming at the top of my tits. I then told him that it was because I was going to fuck the man in that bath. He thought I was joking but as I used my left hand to lightly squeeze his balls and stroking his shaft with my other hand I told him what I had been up to and what I was going to do. As I looked up there was a little look of panic across his face but that quickly changed as he let loose the most explosive load I had ever seen him produce across my tits.
As I scooped a small amount of his cum off my chest with a finger - I told him that he was to go to the bar at 4.45pm. If he saw the a man wearing the clothes I would describe and did not recognise him (or anybody else in the bar) he was to text me that it was all clear. He could then go off to the rugby saying I was sick and spend as long as he wanted out with his friends. I put my finger in my mouth tasting my husband's seed, looking at his erect cock that looked harder than I had ever seen it. I said that I would text him throughout the evening to let him know I was ok - if I used a pet name at the start of the message all was ok, if it was at the end of the message to come and get me.
I then got into the shower to ready myself for the upcoming activities - an extra slow and careful shave to make sure I was smother than silk. I came out and saw the box of clothes that had been chosen for my night. On opening it saw a beautiful and expensive black suspender set with g string, matching stockings and high heels but no bra. The dress was something off the red carpet - a burnt orange color fabric that seemed to be lighter than air and just as smooth that matched my body perfectly down to my calves. Shoestring should straps with very low cut showing plenty of front and side cleavage however unlike the red carpet I would not have tape to stop any wardrobe malfunctions. It was the type of dress that screamed sex at the tops of its lungs, the type of dress that everybody in the room would be forced to look at and the type of dress that I would have chosen for my ultimate night out.
My husband gave me a kiss, told me to be careful and left. My heart was pounding, staring at my phone waiting for the text Dan was here and was not somebody we knew. Then it came "just seen the guy who is going to sleep with my wife tonight, enjoy yourself." I was shaking, nervous, excited, scared but as I looked at myself in the mirror I knew without a doubt that I was ready and that I wanted this.
I made my way down to the bar and there he was, just as planned. He looked perfect, in reality he was just average but with all the lead up we had together I just wanted him and no other man on the planet at this moment. He stood up and kissed me on the cheek and all my nerves left as he handed me a glass of wine. We chatted for a bit and I started noticing that I was getting a lot of looks, no doubt to the fact I was wearing a very hot dress that was losing the battle to contain my braless ample breasts.