Suzanne Baines
Journal Entry 2 - August 10
Well, it has been a little more than a month since I last had sex with a man who was not my husband. We had been in Las Vegas, celebrating our anniversary, when my husband convinced me to have sex with another man in his presence. That first man was Lamar, a large black man we had met in the casino in our hotel. It was a mind-blowing experience. It took me a little while to get over the feelings of guilt over the fact that I had enjoyed a casual encounter with another man. My husband really helped me get over these feelings, and it makes me love him ever more!
Tonight, I had my second encounter. This time it was with my husband's good friend Gill. Gill is a single guy who is my husband's age (about five years older than I). They met at work about four years ago, found some common interests, and have been good friends over the years. Gill has spent many evenings at our house, having dinner or spending the night when he needs to. Our kids are very fond of him.
Gill is not what most ladies would call an extremely "attractive man," at least not in the face. But he is tall, athletic, and slightly muscular—all things that have always gotten me "hot." I have sometimes fantasized about being with Gill, but I never told my husband about it. About a year ago, my husband expressed to me his concern that Gill was attracted to me, however. I reassured him that he had nothing to worry about (and he didn't—I really wasn't all that "attracted" to Gill).
Now that our lives have taken a slight turn in the sexual department, however, when my husband suggested I let Gill have sex with me, I began to get a little "more attracted" to the idea.
Gill is definitely what you would call a "good boy." He doesn't party, he hardly ever goes on dates. My husband told me he knew that Gill was not "experienced" sexually. One day when Gill had called my husband to ask if he could spend the night with us a few days later, my husband approached me with an idea.
"Hon, how would you like to have sex with Gill?" he asked out of the blue.
"Gill? I don't know," I hesitated. "I mean, it's not like he's a stranger we'll never see again. That could be risky."
"Well," he replied, "if by 'risky' you mean that he might want to have sex with you some more, so what? It might be fun!"
"I don't know," I said doubtfully.
Tom added, "Look, think about what fun it would be for an 'experienced,' married woman like you to show a single, dateless guy like him what sex is all about." That was a wicked thought, indeed!
I thought hard about it. Then I said, "What if it ruins our friendship with him? What if he says 'No'? That would really be embarrassing!"
"I can almost guarantee you, he won't refuse. Besides, I'll tell him beforehand that everything's cool and it's only casual—no true 'cheating' allowed."
I gave it some more thought, with pictures of his hard body rubbing against mine, and finally said, "You ask him when I'm not around. I'd be too embarrassed if you asked him in front of me."
"Deal," Tom said with a wink.
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Earlier today, while I was still at work, Tom called Gill to finalize plans and to ask him "the big question." Tom arranged for our kids to spend the night at his parents' house. Gill arrived at our house before I did, and he and Tom took our kids over to my in-laws'. While Gill was getting into the car in the garage, Tom called me quickly to tell me that they were taking our kids over to my in-laws' house, and that he had asked Gill about our scheme, and Gill was very excited. Hearing that was a relief, and it also got me a little anxious about the night ahead. No more was I hesitant!
No one was home when I got home. I went upstairs and drew a nice hot bath to soak in. After dozing off for a few minutes, I sat up and began to clean my "nether-regions" well and trimmed my pubic hair nicely.
As I was drying off, I heard the inside garage door open downstairs, and the voices of Tom and Gill laughing about something. I quickly finished drying off and put on some sexy panties and a white silk nightie. Then I touched up my makeup and hair, and made my way downstairs where the boys were sitting on the couch watching TV and eating some microwave dinners.
As I was sill walking down the stairs, they could only see me from the upper chest and head. "Oh...hey, Babe," my husband said casually.
"Well, hello there," I said with a sly smile, coming around from the railing wall so they could see me completely.
Jaws dropped, which made me feel very special! I said, "You like?" as I spun and posed for them, giving them a 360 degree view.
My husband could not speak. Gill stared and said, "Oh...my...gosh. I want you!"
I giggled and flirted, "You do, huh? Well, here I am!"
He put his food on the coffee table and opened his arms toward me. I strutted over to him and took his hand. He pulled me down onto his lap and began to kiss me. It was a little awkward at first. I had known this guy as a friend of my husband's for four years, and now I was making out with him...in front of my husband! I broke from Gill's kisses for a moment to turn and look at my husband. He was still in awe!
"What do you think?" I asked him as Gill began to grope my breasts.
"I...I love you!" was all he could say. I just smiled and turned back to Gill, who was now tugging on the straps of my nightie. I slid them off of my shoulders, and Gill immediately slid my nightie down past my breasts.
"Oh, those are gorgeous," he commented as he touched them.
Then he began to lick and nibble at them, making my nipples hard. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head as he did this. I was getting very horny at this point. I could "feel" that Gill was, as well! I stood to my feet and faced him, feeling the bulge in his pants with the palm of my hand.
"Hm, what's this?" I asked rhetorically.
"Why don't you open up the present and find out?" he said.
I was a little taken aback at this "nice guy's" sudden sarcastic tone, but I figured it was the hormones speaking. I knelt down in front of him and slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the zipper down. He was wearing boxer shorts, to my relief, making my access to his hard tool easier. I opened his boxers' fly and pulled out his large manhood (again, larger than my husband's—which made me momentarily feel like perhaps my husband's "insecurity" in this area was justified, since all of the men I had fucked had larger penises than his).
I stroked it slowly and gently as he leaned back in the couch, getting comfortable. Then I slid my mouth over his cock. It was so warm! Almost as soon as I began to lick and suck him, he tightened up and had a huge orgasm before I even had time to back away! His first spurt shot straight at my throat, making me gag a little. I had never had semen in my mouth before, and it tasted about as badly as I had imagined. I pulled away, and in the middle of me saying, "That was fast," another spurt hit me square on the forehead. I backed away as much as I could, but out of compassion I continued stroking him until he was spent. The gushing continued for about 30 seconds! My hands were almost covered with sticky goo!
The shot on my forehead was now dripping down the side of my nose. Of course, I couldn't just wipe it away, as I had lots of cum all over my hands!
"Honey, could you get us some tissues, please?" I asked my husband.
He shot up from the couch and brought me a box. I took three, wiped my hands off, then took another one to wipe off my face.
"Hwowww..." Gill groaned as I handed him a tissue to clean up his own penis. "That was awesome," he continued.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, fast as it was," I said as I put my straps back on my shoulders, a little disappointed.
"I'm sorry that was so fast. Can we do something a little different after I've had time to recover?" Gill asked.
"Sure," I smiled as I stood up.
"I made you a dinner," Tom said.
"Thanks, Honey," I replied.
I walked into the kitchen and brought my dinner into the living room, sitting between the men. A news channel was on. I suggested we change it. Tom gave me the remote, and I turned it to a music video channel. 80s Rock was on, and it was a sleazy song. Perfect, I thought, and I put down the remote and continued eating my dinner.
When we were all finished with dinner, Tom leaned over and began kissing me and rubbing my nightie. He kissed my cheek, then jaw, nibbled on my ears a little, then moved down to my neck. As he kissed and licked my neck, he began to rub my breasts. He paused to say, "I think I'm ready for a little oral action."
"You are, are you?" I asked as I undid his pants and pulled his pencil-dick out. I leaned over to begin giving him a blowjob when I felt Gill suggest with his hands that I get on my knees on the couch. I did, continuing to suck my husband. I felt Gill lift my nightie over my butt, and he began to rub my silky panties and buttocks.
"That's a beautiful sight," he said. I just laughed bashfully and continued working on my husband. I knew it would take Tom a little longer as we had just made love the night before.
Then I felt Gill pull my panties down. I realized my most private areas were now on full display before him, but considering what had just happened 15 minutes before, I really didn't care anymore. I knew I was clean and trim for any attention down there!
And attention I got! Gill started gently by rubbing my pussy lips and spreading them apart, clearly examining something he had rarely—or perhaps never—seen. He found the hole and put a finger in. Then he gently kissed my pussy. Before long, his face was planted hard on my crotch, vigorously eating me like there was no tomorrow! It felt heavenly, but he kept missing my clitoris. I stopped sucking my husband to point this out to him. It wasn't but three minutes later, I was in the throes of an incredible orgasm myself! It was spectacular!
"Was that good?" Gill asked as I recovered.
"Mm-hm," I smiled, still catching my breath. "That was good," I added. "How was it for you?" I asked him.
"It was better than I dreamed," he said.
"Have you ever done that before?" I asked. After a moment, he admitted he hadn't.
"Wow, you've never eaten a pussy?" my husband asked without tact.
"Have you ever actually had sex before?" I probed innocently. He shook his head "No."
I was very surprised, but also excited that I was going to take Gill's virginity—and he was older than I was! It was very sweet.
"Cool!" said my husband. "You're in for a real treat!" he added. "Let's go upstairs," I suggested, leading the way as my husband turned off the TV.
As we walked up the stairs, my husband said to Gill, "I don't want my wife having your baby, so you're going to have to wear a condom. Deal?"
"No problem," Gill replied kindly.
I turned my head briefly as I walked up the stairs and saw that Gill was looking up my short nightie, admiring my butt. I smiled.
I got up to our bedroom first. I hopped onto the bed and laid myself down in the middle. Gill took off his shirt, jeans, and finally his boxers before sliding onto what is normally my side of the bed. I couldn't help but look at his long, dangling penis as he crawled onto the bed.
My husband stripped and took his side of the bed. I was lying on my right side, facing Gill. He started to kiss me, and I returned his kisses and rested my left leg on top of his thigh.
Gill reached around my butt and began rubbing and squeezing it as we kissed. Eventually, his fingers found their way to my anus, then lower to my wet pussy. I was getting very excited, and showed it with more passionate kisses.
Gill slid his fingers in and out of my love hole as we continued to kiss. Then I felt my husband's hands reach around my upper torso and began rubbing my breasts. It was an amazing experience!
"I want you," said Gill between kisses.
"You do?" I asked innocently.
"Yes!" exclaimed Gill.
"What do you want to do?" I smiled, looking deeply into his eyes.
"I want to BONE you!" he replied.
"Well, then, by all means," I responded. "Bone away!"
