I am a 37 year old wife and mother. My name is Simrun. I was born in India but have lived here in Canada since the age of 20. My husband Jeet is also of Indian ancestry. We have been married for 10 years.
Not long ago, my husband tells me a friend of his has commented on how sexually attractive I am. Of course, I am embarrassed... but also flattered by this. I have often noticed men looking at me, and their sexual thoughts are quite obvious to a woman.
What truly shocks me, though, is my husband saying that other men having sex me actually excites him. He even asks if I would go with another man while he watches! I'm not extremely traditional...but still. We had both been having drinks, so I think maybe a little too much wine. Of course, I say no I can't do that.
He brings up that possibility often since the first conversation. I'm beginning to believe now that he really DOES want to watch me do it...or, at least, he believes he does. I'm not so sure what any husband would think if it actually happened. Perhaps I'm just being too conservative.
We have good and happy marriage. I just don't know about this sort of thing.
But it is a little intriguing that other men do want to have me sexually. What WOULD it be like to have sex with someone else while my husband watches?
I think about that quite a bit. I want to please Jeet and make him happy, but I worry about what could happen to my marriage. It's obvious he is very excited by the fantasy, but what if actually seeing other men doing me makes him lose respect for me? What if he comes to think I like it? And what about my feelings? How would the experience make me feel about our marriage? What if I DO like it?
I notice my husband suggests drinks more often now. His fantasy comes up each time, too. Though I don't drink much, I like wine and I know it does make my inhibitions drop away. My husband knows that too, and it is true the idea is not sounding so crazy now. Slowly it seems, my curiosity is getting stronger.
He tells me it is not like cheating because he will be there, and may even take part. Oh my, two men? I tell him about all my concerns, but he tells me it will all be fine. It will not cause us any harm at all. Once it happens, it will seem quite natural. He is so sure.
After many weeks of this, I say I will try it if he is absolutely certain he wants me to do it. He is probably right, it is just acting out a fantasy. I would be like an actress. When I agree, my husband is ecstatic! He says he will make all the arrangements. He will make sure it is safe and fun. I am still reluctant but he is so happy that I am glad I said yes.
Only a week later Jeet is all smiles as he tells me everything is set. We will go to a nice hotel and have drinks before the man joins us. When I am...well, ready to go ahead, I guess, we will go to the hotel room. I ask what I should wear. I have a lovely flower-print sun dress that we both like and, as I thought he would, he suggests that.
It does emphasize my figure and pleasing curves. He also tells me he will choose some special lingerie for underneath.
At the chosen time, I find myself sitting in an elegant bar at a very nice hotel. I admit I am getting more and more nervous by the minute. My drink helps, but I am nearly trembling with thoughts of what is about to happen. I'm starting on a second drink when a tall man approaches our table.
He is white, good looking and fit, about 6 feet tall with light brown hair and a nice smile. I realize I have seen him somewhere before. Then I know. He is a bartender at restaurant we go to sometimes. I remember now that he has actually complemented my looks and flirted with me in the past. I know that Jeet has seen him do this, too. Jeet and he order drinks and we drift into conversation. After drinking about half of my new glass, I'm feeling somewhat more relaxed.
I suppose we talk for about 20 minutes. The talk is easy and there is really no tension. I do think my husband is a bit nervous, though. Eventually, Jeet looks inquiringly at me and, head down, I give a tiny shake of affirmation. I can feel a quiver in my stomach as I do. Jeet tells Chris (that's his name) that we'll be in room 631 and we head upstairs.
The room is large and rather luxurious, with wainscoting, silk wallpaper and Persian carpets. There is a queen size fourposter bed, two well-upholstered chairs, and a small sofa. There is also a drinks table with a number of bottles, mixers and a supply of wine. Jeet hands me yet another drink and motions me to sit on the sofa.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
"Yes." It comes out more as a squeak.
"Don't worry. It will be okay. I really think you're going to like this." I'm not at all certain of that.
There is a knock at the door. I realize it is about to begin, for real. Chris enters the room and walks over to the sofa. "May I?" I shake my head and try a smile. I glance at the bulge in his trousers. I think most woman do this. Some sort of procreation instinct, I guess. After handing Chris a drink, Jeet sits in one of the chairs.
We are sitting very close together and I can feel the heat from his body. He drapes his arm around me and I tentatively place my hand on his thigh. I can easily see the lump in his trousers is now quite a bit larger. My husband is watching intently with a slight smile.
Chris places our drinks on a side table and kisses me gently...then more firmly. I feel a thrill I didn't expect. Soon we are kissing more intensely. I try to pull away somewhat but he draws me back. He reaches under my dress and his hand is well up my leg, now. Despite myself, I am getting excited. There is wetness between my legs. My own hand has been creeping up his thigh toward his engorged penis. Before I realize, my fingers are stroking him through his clothes. I flush with embarrassment.
"Simrun, can you take off your dress and show me your sexy lingerie?"
How does he know about that? Of course. He and Jeet have talked it all out beforehand. I'm still unsure but I reply,"Alright."
I stand, unzip and step out of the dress. My mouth has gone dry and I know I am biting my lip. I'm wearing a really nice lacy teddy. He stands back and takes in what I am showing him. And there I am, letting this stranger see me like this!
Then he pulls me near him for a long kiss. He cups my breasts in his hands. I am startled but can't help closing my eyes and moaning softly. He pulls down the bra part and kisses my breasts, which causes my nipples to go rigidly hard. My eyes open wide as I start to feel panic at what is happening. I can hear my husband breathing fast and hard somewhere behind me.
Chris lifts my breasts free. Should I stop him now? I can't decide. He fondles and kisses them more as I rub along his erection. I want to, but I don't stop him. His hands go to my rear and he squeezes and kneads my ass. Smiling, he softly slaps my bottom...then a bit harder, several times. I'm excited by this.
I know I must too perform so I reach for his fly and draw it down. I can't free him until I unfasten his belt and open the trousers entirely. He is large...both long and thick. I have his cock in my hand now, slowly stroking it. Jeet lets out a choked "Ohhh" from the chair.
Chris has begun fingering my moist pussy while I work his cock. I am heavily panting now and, despite my fears, wanting more.
Chris steps out of his trousers, places his hands on my shoulders and gently urges me down on my knees. His erection is just inches from my face. I lick my lips in anticipation but, after a few seconds, shake my head no. He takes my hair in both hands and pulls back my head. "Do it, Simrun." Suck it."
