Opening My Husband to New Experiences

Hello again my friends and readers, it's Ashli. I know it’s been over two months since my last story, and many of you have been emailing me, waiting for the next installment of my stories. I can't thank you enough for all of your sweet and considerate comments and I love reading your emails and chatting with many of you. If this is your first experience reading one of my stories, might I suggest you read one of my earlier stories and read a little more about me. I'm unlike other writers that I'm trying to share real, but perhaps less explicit, moments in the life of a married woman. But I can assure you, as you can see from this story that happened last month, that expressing myself in writing is helping me become more comfortable with my body and sexuality – becoming more willing to take chances and expand my personal relationship with the man I love.

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Spending months at home since giving birth to my daughter can really take its toll on a newborn mother. I always considered myself a ‘party girl’ in college and enjoyed socializing when we were first married, but once a little darling enters your life, you can’t help but say good bye to much of the socializing you once grew accustomed to. While we occasionally get an overnight to ourselves, I was shocked when Rob surprised me last month with a mini vacation to Disney World – 4 whole days and 3 nights. The first class trip was a gift from his firm for finishing a big deal, but the true gift was to be how he and I interacted and explored our sexuality like never before.

We had the entire trip worked out…best of all how his sister offered to take care of our baby, allowing us to go away and really enjoy ourselves. No longer breastfeeding, I felt uneasy about leaving her for such a long period of time, but knew that it was the right thing to do as a mommy. My sister-in-law and her got along great, she was starting to think about children herself and this would be perfect training, not to mention that it would allow Rob and I to enjoy ourselves completely without interruptions.

So I packed my bags with way too many clothes – not sure of what we’d be doing or what would look best on me. All I knew was I had finally dropped the last few pounds and was delighted to be back to my pre-baby weight – something I had waited for well over a year to celebrate. Enjoying my time at home all summer, my body glistened in a light bronze tan. I wanted to show my new self off to Rob, to the entire world, but most importantly…to myself.

We had an early flight out on Thursday and I used the chance to start to surprise Rob, as it would seem I would do the entire long weekend. He had gotten showered and dressed first, wearing his dapper white collarless dress shirt and a pair of khakis – a nice casual look for him. Spending way too much time myself in the bathroom, I emerged wearing one of my more attractive business suits – short, blue pinstripe skirt and matching blazer with pantyhose and heels. Normally I would wear a blouse or lace top with the suit when I worked, but instead went without it today – showing a nice reveal of skin as the collars met at their first button near my breasts.

His bulging eyes gave me his seal of approval as I joined him by the door. With bags in hand, we left for the airport and enjoyed an uneventful flight to Orlando. While sitting, I couldn’t help my skirt riding up my thighs. Although in first class (my first time) was spacious, it was still hard to cross my legs – making it somewhat awkward to sit. But both Rob, the gentleman sitting across from me, and the male flight attendant serving us didn’t seem to mind. In fact, that was where I first noticed how Rob seemed to enjoy seeing other men gawk at me. Little did he or I know where this little gesture would lead us over the weekend.

We had a great time the next few days. We visited the parks, saw the fireworks, did way too much shopping, but got to enjoy plenty of sun laying out by the pool. I even donned my leopard bathing suit (remember my first story?) when he and I tried out one of the water parks Saturday. I couldn’t help notice (and enjoyably so) how I was again attracting an occasional man’s eye – and the reaction it seemed to inspire in my husbands eye.

That night – our last in Disney – we decided to enjoy a night out at Pleasure Island. They have a bunch of clubs and I looked forward to a night of dancing and drinking. After rummaging through different outfits I had packed, I chose an old friend for the party occasion – a short white lycra and cotton mini dress – I wore this dress while dancing with friends many years ago – not realizing I would meet my future husband that night. I hadn’t worn this in many years, and was delighted that it seemed to fit and didn’t make me look fat. I decided against pantyhose tonight – not wanting to perspire when I was on the dance floor, but also because I felt my legs were tanned enough for the white dress. But I did wear a strapless satin bra and a thong panty (not my usual choice, but the dress would have showed panty lines otherwise). I also left all of the jewelry at home, not wanting to worry about it. So I took off the necklace and my rings, so I wouldn’t be frantically searching for anything I lose (trust me, it’s happened).

Rob planned to drink as well, so we left the rental car at the hotel and instead opted to splurge for one of the limos that regularly sits outside the hotel. As the driver came out and held the door for us, I couldn’t help but feel the cool evening breeze grace my thighs. I knew the dress was rather short to begin with, but stepping into the limo only made the dress ride up higher towards my ass.

Strolling through Pleasure Island, we immediately made our way to every bar and open liquor stand. Between shots, jell-o shots, mudslides and anything else they temped us with, I quickly felt the alcohol taking its effect on both of us. We had been walking around, sitting at the bars, but I still had the inkling to dance for a while at one of the clubs. The limo driver, Enrique, told us to avoid the lines at one club by seeing one of his friends outside. A small tip would get us in the back door as a VIP. Sure enough…he was right. There was a line outside Mannequins, but a quick check with his friend quickly got us inside the place.

This was a cool dance club. The heavy techno-beat, lights and smoke made this a great place to dance and feel free. I love this sort of dance music, but Rob was being his usual stick in the mud about dancing. He hated to dance and really didn’t enjoy the music all that much. He had also had way too much to drink by this point and knew he’d be stubborn about it. I had to think of something if I was going to get to dance even for a few minutes.

"Please sweetie," I asked him in my little voice and pouty eyes. "You can sit at the bar and just watch if you like…I’m sure I can find a dance partner, if you don’t mind?"

“No, I wouldn’t mind that, but…” he replied.

Suddenly remembering his reaction to other men’s stares, I interrupted…“Maybe you would like to see me getting hit on by another man?….Think I can still attract them baby?”

“You wanna try and get hit on?” he asked. “Sure, go ahead, just remember…”

“Just remember I’m going home with you sexy man,” I finished.

Rob found a seat at one of the long bars, and I made my way out onto the dance floor somewhat still in his sight. Starting to dance alone, the usual slew of men seemed to make their ‘rounds’ to the women on the dance floor. There were a couple of weirdos who tried to dance with me…but my typical reaction was to turn 180 degrees to give them the clue that they weren’t wanted. I wasn’t looking to score or anything – but I wasn’t going to dance with some creep either.

It was probably the third guy that approached me…about 100 pounds too large and 4 inches too short…not your typical heart breaker. He approached me with that usual lounge lizard mentality, and I again turned around and bumped into two guys. Now they were cute… each about 6 feet tall, a hint of Latin influence and cute faces. They had to be gay, I assumed.

We started to chat, thinking I was now safe from predator singles with this pair of cuties. I danced between them, as we shouted to each other and tried to get to know each other casually. Turned out they weren’t gay…they were in fact half-brothers also on vacation. Jerry and Anthony. Rather surprised, they caught me off guard when they asked if I was down here with someone. Then it dawned on me…I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring or any jewelry. Not wanting to spoil the company of my dance partners, I simply told them I was down here with a friend who really didn’t enjoy the club scene.

At times, I would glance back towards Rob at the bar…making sure he was all right, but also that he was still watching and enjoying what he saw. It had been years since I was in the ‘singles’ scene and wasn’t quite comfortable with it. But knowing he was nearby gave me a sense of comfort and, knowing I promised him a show, I thought I best try to give him something to enjoy.

I drew myself closer to them as we danced, and after another song, our bodies drew even closer to one another. I would feel an occasional hand near my shoulder or by my waist as we danced. Our legs would touch from time to time. And, once or twice, I felt one of their bodies against my behind for an instant.

Jerry excused himself for a moment, running to the restroom, so I turned towards Anthony and the two of us continued dancing. Our arms and bodies swaying to the fast beat, we kept dancing for several minutes when Anthony all of a sudden leans in towards me and plants a long, wet kiss across my lips. My face, already moist from the heat of dancing, seemed all too willing to accept his tongue inside as his hands reached around the back of my neck to pull me closer. It was less of a kiss and more of his large lips wrapping my face, his tongue attempting to penetrate my lips and venture inside me.

I didn’t know what I was thinking. I knew I wanted to tease Rob a bit, but was I going too far. This felt wrong…or did it. I hadn’t kissed another man this way in 5 years, and suddenly I was feeling as the object of desire for this man. Not sure how to exactly feel, I looked towards Rob very quickly to sense if he had seen it. He had.

But the reaction was far different from what I had expected. He raised his glass as if to toast me for a job well done. Sensing his approval, I continued dancing and tried to put away any feelings of guilt. I was going to enjoy this – knowing my husband approved.

Jerry returned very soon after that, some shots in hand, and the three of us resumed dancing after a quick drink. Anthony offered to get us another round of drinks and walked over to the bar. Jerry and I continued dancing ourselves, when almost instinctively, he too made his move on me. I again welcomed his advances and the two of us kissed, though not as long as with Anthony. I wasn’t sure if this was his own doing, or if he had seen Anthony make his move just a few moments earlier.

But who cared. I was having fun. Here I was, surrounded by two attractive men, and they had the hots for me. Having been dancing straight for nearly an hour now, I was already soaked from sweat…so were they. With his lips still against mine, I continued to play the timid, shy lady…letting him control the kiss.

I continued to sway to the music, my arms slightly raised, not wanting to give any signals back to him that I was impacted by his kiss. He continue to play the game as well, continuing to dance with me…but his moves and gestures started to become more aggressive. Anthony returned shortly, with drinks in hand, and the 3 of us toasted again before emptying our glasses. They didn’t speak to each other, but instead seemed to instinctively know what to do. I started to wonder if they had done this before?

Their dancing continued to become aggressive, and I was all too willing to enjoy the moment. Their bodies drew closer to mine, their hands now starting to explore all parts of me. With Anthony in front, his hands ran along my waist and sides, occasionally gliding across my breasts. Standing behind me, Jerry ran his large hands across the small of my back, against my ass and below the hemline to my thighs, occasionally raising the dress to feel my upper thighs…gliding across my ass above the fabric. As the music beat changed, their movements turned to grinding against me…feeling their hard cocks through their soft fabric slacks against my legs and ass….almost instinctively my body returned their grinds, thrusting my breasts against their abs and chests. Occasionally, one would kiss me, then the other as I turned around to pay more attention to my other partner. My breasts were hard and there were goose bumps all over my body. I never felt more dirty, more lustful and more desired…ok….I’ll admit it. I was getting hot…very hot and I wanted to be fucked hard.

We continued our playing for probably 15 minutes, when I noticed that Rob was starting to appear somewhat bored at the bar. I guess I must have slowed my movements, as Jerry took it as an opportunity. He asked me if I wanted to go back with them to their hotel for a few drinks.

Feeling brash, I asked if he wanted me to go back to “drink or to fuck, boys? You think you could both take me?”

“I don’t know about him, but I’d like to try…” Jerry responded.

I know it must’ve been only a second, but what a second it was. Visions of being in the bed and ravaged by two beautiful men was exciting me even further. I envisioned having a cock inside me while another deep between my lips and tongue…feeling their juices all over my body. But alas, reality was upon me.

“Sorry boys, I wish I could…but I have to help a friend home.”

I declined their offers to escort us back, but did suggest we meet again the next evening as a way to politely decline their advances. They each gave me one last kiss….their strongest of the entire evening…to say goodbye. Then, as I turned away, they again turned towards the dance floor hoping to find another partner willing to engage in their evening’s festivities.

As I walked arm in arm with Rob from the bar back outside, we were a sight to see. He was just a little tipsy from the alcohol, but he still looked better than I. I was head to tail covered in sweat, my hair was soaked, my dress sticking to my body. Still somewhat unsure if Rob was OK with everything at the club, I asked him how he was doing….he responded..

“Great…how many times can I walk out of a club with the most desired woman.”

I melted. In spite of all my playing, with his permission of course, he still adored me. Plus, I was sensing his own personal thrill about the experience. But he would hardly admit it. His arm around me, also lowering towards my ass gave me the sense that he too wanted to get under my dress and do what Jerry and Anthony wanted to.

As we exited Pleasure Island and approached the transportation area, I saw a somewhat familiar face and called out.

“Enrigue?” I asked, thinking it was the limo driver who dropped us off a few hours earlier. It was.

He greeted us again and asked how the evening went. His face seemed to smile as he looked our way. There was no doubt my bra was visible through the fabric now, and he could follow the outline of my body because of the sweat, but neither of us really cared at this point.

Rob climbed in the limo first. Looking towards the driver, I couldn’t help notice Enrique’s eyes focus on my ass as I bent over to step inside. Once inside, I fell against Rob, his arms now wrapped around my wet and sticky body. I wrapped my arms around him too, planting the longest, wettest kiss I could give him. Our tongues continued to probe each other as I heard the front door close and our driver step into the car.

“Having fun back there?” Enrique asked in a playful mood. I’m sure he’s seen this all before.

At this comment, Rob seemed to want to stop playing, not wanting to be seen. But I had other ideas in mind.

“No honey, don’t stop,” I whispered in his ear. “Please put that cock inside me now.”

His eyes showed concern and caution, but again I whispered, “Give it to me baby…and leave the partition open”

Being a rather outgoing person, I enjoy expressing my sexuality vocally. Answering the driver’s question, I blurt out “Yeah…wanna watch?”

The driver seemed game for the challenge, but probably figured it was just going to be a make out session. After the night I had, and the mood I was in, I wanted to break the mold and give him (and me) something to remember.

Kissing Rob again, my hand lowered against his body, finding his hard shaft waiting for me. It wasn’t a far drive back to our hotel, so this would need to be a quickie. Besides, I couldn’t wait…I wanted him.

Climbing onto the side seat in the middle, I got on my knees and hands facing our driver in front. I didn’t know where the devilish part of me came from when I blurted out, “Hey Enrique, wanna see him do me doggie style?”

“Uh…sure,” he responded. I knew I caught him off guard with that one. Maybe he had seen people fool around in his limo before, but the vocal element was something he didn’t seem accustomed to. I chose this position, cause the driver wouldn’t be able to see any of our bodies…just the fact we were having sex.

Leaning back to Rob, gesturing for him to take me, my lover was all too willing to comply. On all fours, I hiked up my dress towards my waist, pulling my panties to one side. They were already soaked from the sweat, but I ran my long fingernails along my sex lips to get them ready for my man. Rob made his way over to me, unzipping his pants and taking out his manhood. His cock in hand, he ran the tip across the outside of my wanting body…the sensation alone tingling my entire body. Placing the tip just inside my pussy, he moved his arms to my hips….pushing with one large thrust to force his entire shaft inside me.

“Uhhhhhmmmmm” I let out as his body entered mine, overtaken by the force of his entry. I was still a little dry inside me, but his pre-come and my juices moistened my entire inside within a few thrusts.

Laying my chest down against the seat, I positioned one hand under me and between my legs to play with his balls. His hands clenched my hips, Rob was silent except for his heavy breathing and panting as he fucked me. Not able to touch his body most of the time, I used my hand to play with the outside folds of my lips.

“Emmmnnnn…that’s it baby,” I quietly said back to him. Realizing we had company, and my earlier statements, I decided to be more aggressive.

“Oooo Enrique, he’s fucking me so hard….it’s sooo good….you watching us up there?”

Catching his eyes in the rear view mirror, I ran my tongue along the outside of my mouth to try and tease him out of the site of my husband.

“Thaaaat’s it baby…. fuck me” I told him, my body beginning to sway back and forth to meet my lovers cock inside me. I continued to finer myself while looking forward towards our driver to sense his reaction.

“Can you see us back here? Can you see him pounding me Enrique?” I asked our driver, wanting to tease him further.

Rob’s pumping got harder and faster….my fingers rubbing all against my clit……my moaning only got louder and more frequent. My eyes kept looking forward to see if our driver was still looking.

“That’s it baby….keep it up….oooooohhh……. riiiiight there…..just like that baby…… aahhhhh give it to me….. please, don’t stop………don’t stop……DON’T STOP…..DON’T STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.”

My body was tightening as I came…my constant clenching and panting was welcomed by his warm juices exploding inside me. I fell forward against the seat…Rob’s body also falling against me with his cock still buried deep inside.