Participating in consensual adult sexual activities with a married woman is one thing, but things are at a whole new level when her husband actively joins in. From comments I gotten most imagine a scenario where the husband, Mike, sits in a corner watching us and jerking off. A Cock husband I think is the proper reference. I been googling this hot wife life style and have learned new terms, but it's far from that. I initially had this idea that she was a bored, neglected maybe sexually unsatisfied wife. I met Elaine in college decades ago, we really didn't ever date, we met working at a college bar. She approached me one day after hearing a rumor from another waitress that my dick was too big for pleasurable sex. After that we would get drunk after work and have sex on the bar premises.
Today I live about a six hr car drive from Elaine and her husband, but I actually travel to her area for work a few times each year. Unbeknown to both of us, we could had run into each other for many years before reconnecting on social media. After three sex visits I still had many questions. I was not sure if it was any of my business to ask about the nature of their relationship and the boundaries that have been set. Engaging in sex with a gorgeous ex from my college years, purely for enjoyment with zero commitment is an incredibly experience, but I have to admit.... At times it felt unsettling, and sometimes even uncomfortable. I don't think it's a scenario many men dream and hope for. How far can my dirty talk go? Am I making love to her, having sex, or making her my sex toy. Elaine's dirty talk is absolutely mind blowing, "I love your dick" "yes!! I love how you eat my pussy" "Fuck! YES!! use me!!" Am I allowed to reciprocate in such a manner? Whose idea was this? Him? Hers? How do you talk your partner into this? How do you get starter, am I the only guy she sees?? So many questions. Another of my initial thoughts was that he couldn't perform, but no.....basically there is an unspoken tag team set up. At any given time when we are in bed she is been spit roasted by us, and when ever it's my turn to sink my thick dick deep into her and he is not in my field of view. I feel like I need to see what is he up too. Is he sneaking up behind me? Is he about to stab me, or worse... touch me sexually???!!! It's very distracting from the task at hand. Every time I talked/texted with Elaine, my intentions were initially focused on seeking clarification to gain a better understanding of what was expected. However, our discussions turn sensual in nature. These conversations often conclude with the exchange of intimate pictures, as a way for me express how hard she makes me.
I decided to engage in a conversation/texting session with Mike for specific reasons. Initially, my goal was to obtain a fresh perspective on what was expected of me. He informed me of a couple of words that are considered completely inappropriate in her book. There are only a few boundaries, all of which were set by her. He appears to be comfortable with anything I could do to her. The main goal as I understand it is to basically be respectful out of bed, but in bed to fuck her brains out to the best of our abilities. Additionally, I wanted to ask him for a copy of the audio recordings that Elaine had given him permission to create during our initial interactions. One of the key conditions set for these recordings was the exclusion of any pictures or videos. On the audio recordings i can hear the sound of our bodies slapping together and the delightful moans of pleasure from Elaine. The audio recordings have a captivating effect on me, and I find myself wanting to listen to them often. Furthermore, I couldn't help but notice Mike's remarkable ability to swiftly bring Elaine to orgasms, he definitely has a precise understanding of her pleasure points. Could I maybe get some hints? After texting with Mike I felt better prepared to engage with her and have one of those get togethers that she would never forget. I pushed for it with Elaine and she agreed.
We usually meet at local bars/restaurants, not the chain restaurants. Just local eateries with a good drinking bar. They live in a medium size but growing coastal city in Florida. A place where many individuals have either grown up together or forged professional connections within the prominent large engineering companies in town. While she typically will dress in business casual attire, she possesses the art of tastefully accentuating her ample bosom. Lots of cleavage, impossible to not stare at them while having a normal conversation. In public we are merely three close friends enjoying a night out having some drinks.
I YELP looking for places, and discovered a more sophisticated and elegant restaurant that also offers a bar with a tasting room. I love a well-crafted and refined drink. Equipped with my newfound understanding of the role I was expected to play as a Bull, another new term I learned about. I was ready to elevate the evening to a higher level. I decided to also treat myself and indulge in a nicer hotel situated right on the beach. To make the experience better, I booked a room with a balcony and ocean view.
Leading up to the meeting, the sexting had been intense for a solid two weeks. It allowed me to further gauge the boundaries and see how far I could take things. Just a sample of our conversations: Me: I love looking into your eyes as I slowly slide my dick into you. How you whence with pain, Then pain turns into pleasure Elaine: Oh god those orgasms are a bliss and then ecstasy. every thing is so tight the muscles have no room to spasm 😂😂😘 Ok so now my pussy is throbbing and I'm soaked!
The week I was in town was a LONG four-day of meeting with customers, once the day of meeting her arrived. I decided to head to the bar early to grab a drink, relax, and unwind a bit before the big event. As I sat there, scanning the room, my eyes landed on her as she walked in. She was wearing a light green sundress that perfectly accentuated her green eyes, showing off plenty of cleavage. Her sexy roman style sandals laced halfway up her legs added an extra touch of allure to her already captivating looks. We exchanged greetings with a hug and a cheek kiss. She politely inquired if I had been waiting long, to which I responded that I hadn't been waiting at all and I complimented her appearance. She mentioned that she could tell I liked her dress, teasingly suggesting that she could see my "big" excitement. She humorously asked if we should get a table or wait until things calmed down a bit. In a playful manner, she discreetly groped my dick, which only made the situation more "harder". A mischievous grin spread across her face. All I could look at was her cleavage and imagine how they bounce during sex. I suggested waiting for a few minutes. Without any hesitation, she replied with a nonchalant "Sure, no problem." Then, with a hint of playfulness, she provocatively asked if revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties would alleviate the tension in my pants.
I was completely speechless, completely hard as a rock. I made it clear to her that she was being mean and that karma would catch up to her soon. "Tonight, I plan to fuck your brains out in every possible way", she just replied with a nonchalant, "promises, promises."
We eventually found a spot at a semicircular table near the bar after a short while, with Elaine seated between Mike and me. I stand at around six feet tall, while she is maybe 5'2". The view down her dress as I sit next to her is impossible to ignore, and she is aware of it. As our drinks arrived, we engaged in a relaxed conversation, discussing the usual topics of life, work complaints, and how the new grad hires are now young enough to be our children. Just close friends socializing over drinks and having a good time. However, my thoughts were consumed by imagining her naked on her back, spread eagle, big boobs bouncing all over as I pound her hard and deep.
Upon reaching the establishment, I booked a spot in the tasting room. Among their menu there was a pricey bottle of cognac that I know is truly worth the price tag. I planned for us to have a drink or two, and I also opted to buy a bottle to take home with me.
I informed them about my actions. Elaine, using her right hand, discovered my hard dick, while her left hand moved towards Mike's what I can only guess his groin. "Alright guys, let's not get stupid drunk," she cautioned. She glanced at Mike and reminded him that he had to drive. Then, she turned to me and said, "do you know your job?" I grinned and playfully acknowledged how wicked and attractive she is. She swiftly removed my left hand from my drink glass, slipping it under the table and beneath her dress. With a sly smile, she inquired if I was in town to drink or for something more. As my hand explored, it confirmed the absence of underwear beneath her dress. "This is embarrassing. I can't walk through the bar like this. My hard on is so obvious. I really hate you right now."
"So, does that mean you don't want me to suck your dick? I also know you enjoy seeing the look on my face that moment you dick slips in me. Do you really hate me and don't want to do that now? " That wicked smile appeared on her face once more. I asked her to stop so we could relocate to the tasting room downstairs. Honestly, I really just wanted to grab her right then and there. At the very minimum to really kiss her and run my hands all over her body. I would had kill to just grab a hand full of her ass, but public displays like that are a no no.