My husband and I were enjoying our second wedding anniversary in a local restaurant when out of the blue he dropped this bombshell question.
"Do you ever think about fucking other guys?" He stammered nervously.
I put down my knife and fork, looked him directly in the eye and replied.
"What kind of question is that?"
"I mean when we're having sex, have you never fantasized that it was someone else fucking you?" he squirmed in his seat as he asked his question.
"No I have not!" I answered in an abrupt tone.
"It's ok babe, it's just a fantasy. I've thought of you being fucked by other guys as a fantasy!" he regaled.
"What you think about me being fucked by other guys?" I replied quite taken aback by his response.
"Yes I have and do. Are you telling me honestly that you've never fantasized about being fucked by a different cock or that you've never looked at another man and thought it would be good to have him inside you?" he exclaimed.
I had actually fantasized about being fucked by other guys quite a few times plus there was this guy at work who was much older than me, but had a strong masculine sexual presence about him. We would openly flirt with each other but nothing more than that, but it did intrigue me what it would be like to have sex with such an experienced lover.
I looked into my husband's eyes and said.
"Well to be honest I think every woman has fantasized about such things. I have looked at strangers on holiday or in nightclubs and thought what they would be like in bed, even at work I've looked at guys and thought that, but I'm married and married people don't do that sort of thing!" I replied.
"Babe, married people do that sort of thing all of the time and then they end up not being married, but there are married people who do this and tell each other, that way it isn't cheating if you have permission!" he calmly responded.
"Would you allow me to fuck some other guy?" I questioned.
"I would not only allow but I am actively encouraging you!" he stated "Is there anyone you have in mind if you say there are guys at work that you look at in that way?"
I paused for breath and looked at my husband who was now quite flushed in the face. It was obvious this conversation was arousing him. I decided I would play along with my husband's fantasies and tease him a little.
"There is one guy at work who is a little older than me, but he really is a sexy guy. He looks like he would teach you things in the bedroom. We often have coffee together and sometimes flirt outrageously, but nothing more than that." I teased.
"What do you mean by flirt with him?" my husband eagerly enquired.
"We'll sometimes have coffee alone and he will say that my figure looks great today and that my husband is a very lucky man and that if he was ten years younger he would be trying to steal me from under my husband's nose. He once said that with my figure and sexy face I should be glamour modelling!" I confidently replied.
"Has he ever tried to touch you?" hubby asked gleaning for any information.
"At the Christmas party he gave me a soft open mouthed kiss which I admit I responded too and his hand went and touched my breast gently which I found very arousing but that's as far as things went." I explained.
"I thought you came home quite horny that night!" hubby giggled.
We both smiled at each other for quite some time. Hubby's face was quite flushed with obvious arousal and I was beginning to tingle between the legs and in my stomach.
Breaking the silence hubby said.
"Would you fuck him if I said it was ok?" he said rather sheepishly.
"As a fantasy it's one thing, to actually have a guy put his cock inside me is a whole different story. Do you really think you could handle another guy being inside me? Fucking me and making me come! Having him come inside me! Could you handle all of that?" I questioned.
"I think I could! Could you handle it?" he asked turning the tables on me.
"Tell you what we'll see how things go. I could go on a date with this guy and we'll see how things progress!" I offered.
"OK by me, but you'll have to let me help you get ready for your date as I know what guys like their women to wear and do on dates!" he countered.
I smiled at him and we finished our meal. When we returned home we were both in a high state of sexual arousal and we fucked each other like crazy. I lost count of the number of orgasms I endured and I have to admit during most of them I was thinking about the guy at work! During our frenzied fuck our level of dirty talk increased dramatically. Hubby was thrusting into me saying.
"You love cock and you want to be fucked by other men like some kind of easy slut!"
I have to be honest that this was driving me mad with desire, being spoken too in such a filthy manner. I responded by thrusting my hips to meet every one of his and said.
"I love being fucked by different cocks. Sucking them hard and watching slide into my unfaithful cunt!"
Hubby loved this as much if not more than me and emptied his creamy seed deep inside my pussy.
We fucked each other twice that night and spoke about how much it turned us both on and we should try it out once to see how it went. The next morning at work I put my little plan into operation. When I had coffee with the older guy that morning, we talked as usual then I decided to spice it up a little. I said it was my anniversary and I was thinking of getting some sexy lingerie to wear for my husband and would he come with me at lunchtime to pick some stuff out. I said if it was done to me I would get something soft and feminine but that men prefer something more raunchy and slutty and that I would value his opinion on this. He looked at me with a huge grin on his face and said he'd be delighted but hoped he would get to see me try some of the outfits on.
I winked at him with a saucy smile and said.
"We'll see how it goes!"
He was on the hook.
We left the office at lunchtime and headed into the main part of the city centre. We made a beeline for Ann Summers as this was the obvious choice for a bit of lingerie and things of a sexual nature. We made our way through to the back where things are a little more private and very raunchy. The shop was empty and we casually browsed through the very sexy collection of lingerie on display. My older friend held up a rather nice wet look garter belt and quarter cup bra in a shiny black material.
"This looks about your size!" he smiled
I looked at the label and they were indeed my size; taking the garments from him I walked over to where the stockings were on display and picked up a seamed fishnet pair in jet black. Luckily I was wearing very high heeled black court shoes that day which would enhance the outfit selected. I called over the assistant and said.
"I'm going to be buying these, is there anywhere I can try them on?" I enquired.