This happened over 40 years ago but the memory is still vivid.
I was out with two of my co-workers for a meal at a local hotel. There was a live band on and we danced together for a while until a good looking young man cut in and asked me to dance. After a few lively songs the band started on a slow set. He took me in his arms and we began to dance close together.
Pretty soon he held me closer and I began to feel him pushing against my pelvis. I was enjoying the movement and the feelings which were beginning to stir within me. As I pushed back against him I felt a surprisingly large bulge between us.
My two friends had to get home as they had young children and I was the designated driver so I reluctantly parted with my dance partner and we left the hotel.
After dropping them off I carried on home, feeling very, very horny. I decided that my husband was going to have to give me a damned good seeing to when I got back.
I had barely got my coat off before I sat next to him on the settee and started to kiss him and rub his crotch.
"Wow! Hang on" he said "What's brought all this on?"
I told him all about dancing with the young man and him pressing his big cock against me, telling him that it had got me all excited and he was going to reap the benefit.
"Well that doesn't sound fair," he said "Why don't you go back and let him gain the rewards of all his hard work?"
"I couldn't do that" I replied.
"Why not" he asked "We've talked about this a lot. You know I would love to watch you being fucked. This could be a start."
"But you wouldn't be there to watch" I pointed out.
"I know but you could tell me about it afterwards and you could see how you like it. Why don't you go and change into some suspenders and stockings while you think about it?
These were his favourite accessories when we had sex so I walked upstairs and stripped
off my clothes and, with shaking hands, slowly put on a pair of sheer black stocking with a black suspender belt. Whilst doing this I tried to sort out my thoughts. I was intrigued by the thought of the fit young guy and his big cock and I reasoned that if my husband was encouraging me to go for it then why not take the opportunity?
I continued to get dressed with a black thong and bra and a little black dress and fixed my make up. I walked downstairs and when he saw me dressed he knew he was going to get his wish and I was about to experience my first strange cock since we were married.
He told me to enjoy myself and gave me a quick kiss and rubbed my already wet pussy as a send off.
When I got back to the hotel he was sat at the bar. I sat beside him and ordered a glass of white wine. He recognised my voice and grinned at me. He ordered another drink for himself and put them on his tab. I realised that he was staying at the hotel which made things easier. He asked me why I had returned and I told him I fancied some more dancing. With that he led me back to the dancefloor and took me once more into his arms. He was quite tall, with wide shoulders and narrow hips. He had short hair and lovely brown eyes and obviously kept himself in great condition.
We held each other closely and the heat of our bodies again started to make my pussy wet. I felt his erection again spring to life and I gently kissed his neck.
"You didn't come back just to dance did you?" He asked.
"Why don't we take our drinks back to your room and find out?" I replied.