Pick up where I left off. Tommy had been calling, after the three-way with Chris and D-P in the shower. He was struggling with the true nature of our relationship, and I can't say I blame him. All he knew about women from his point of view was dry-humping girls at high school dances, and make out sessions in cars. Suddenly he's dealing with the wants, needs and desires of a fully mature woman.
A fully mature woman who also happens to be a female pervert, that is.
Yesterday I was discussing my penchant for 'D-P' -- dual penetration (just in case you've been living under a rock for the past twenty years or you just emerged from a coma). As I mentioned, I've experienced this aspect of sex in the past and enjoyed it. Best. Sex. Ever.
But since I married my second husband I've only had it with a dildo and my husband, or with two dildos. My husband always seemed to enjoy watching that, and that should have told me something about his kink (that I have only now become aware of). Now that my husband and I are entering into a new and exciting openness in our marriage, it is my desire to experience it again.
As I mentioned earlier, we have this little role-playing game in bed where Dan has me calling him by his golf buddy's or business colleagues' names during our lovemaking. I do it to please him and it certainly pleases him. Then there was the episode, the sex party where we left early. That night we did the role-playing game and Dan had me calling him by our hostess's husband's name. Dan loved me harder and more fervently that night than ever before; it was obvious he had a thing about me doing it with another man.
Afterward -- in the afterglow -- we discussed it. Dan was very interested: if given the chance, would I do it with another man? He was pushing a little too hard for direct answers but I managed to field them with non-committal answers. There were a lot of maybes, I don't knows, depends on the situation, and other answers like that. I wasn't willing to go too far with it; I didn't want to possibly jeopardize what I have going with my husband.
The next morning, Dan was right back on the same subject. His persistence was actually getting annoying. Out of frustration, I asked "What do you want me to do just go out and have an affair, have sex with other men?"
His answer surprised me. He said "No, I want to watch." Then he went on to tell me about how exciting it would be to see me doing something with another man.
Dan is actually more interested in watching then participating. That to me is weird but I didn't tell him that. I was honest enough to tell him that it would be really strange doing something like that with him watching. Of course the whole concept intrigued me, turned me on even, but I didn't tell my husband that.
It quite surprised me when I first became aware of this side of my husband's sexuality. We're a conservative couple -- believe it or not -- he's a respected member of the local business community, active in Republican politics, I'm a high school math teacher. I've got a past, of course, but up until recently I'd resigned myself to a vanilla-flavored relationship for the rest of my life. I do love my husband and I've had my kicks, so this was tolerable.
Now it turns out that my husband seems to be turned on by the concept of watching me have sex with another man. I think I'd be able to handle seeing him with another girl, this is totally plausible, but surprisingly he's really not expressed a great deal of desire to go in this direction.
Personally I've never been a jealous person, so I'm pleased to learn my husband doesn't have a problem with the idea of me being with someone else. In fact, that's his kink.
Ever since the party he hardly talked about anything else. I could tell this was something he really wanted. Finally, I told him that it would feel weird having sex with another man with him just watching. I explained that it might be different if he participated but I couldn't just put on a sex show.
Dan responded, "Would it feel weird for you to give another man a blow job, with me sitting right there watching?" I told him I could probably do that and even admitted that might be fun under the right circumstances. He knows I enjoy giving blowjobs.
Of course, my good girl image is totally a factor. Dan has mentioned several times about being completely surprised that I would consent to anything like that happening. Actually, my good girl school teacher image was a major factor in all of this. A large part of the turn on for Dan -- his kink - is for me breaking that image, especially with my former students.
Its time long overdue to live out this fantasy of both of ours; me doing it with another man, in front of Dan.
And so I initiated the thing with Tommy. Up until now, Tommy had no awareness about my husband's part in it. He knows I want group sex -- more of the thing with Chris and him -- and he knows his part in arranging this. But up until now Tommy had no idea about my husband's kind; for me to have sex with other men in front of him.
Dan and I had decided that we were ready to take it to the next level. We decided to have Tommy come over, he and Dan would hang out in the Man Cave, down in our finished basement, watch football and have a few beers. Then I'd come down and the fun would really begin.
Fast forward to Sunday. I spoke on the phone with Tommy, in the kitchen. Dan was in the basement watching football. Two different levels of the house. "Hello Tommy."
"Hello Mrs. Morrison."
I think it's cute when he calls me Mrs. Morrison -- like from the days when I was his high school math teacher. Normally I tell him to call me Ann but I thought perhaps his mother is in the room or something. "Would you be interested in me coming over to watch football?"
"That'd be cool. Should I bring Chris over?"
"No. Not this time. Later, definitely. Today it will be just you and me." I didn't mention my husband Dan would be with us this time, looking on. Didn't want to spook the kid.
The next thing that went through my head was what I should wear. Most days when I am just lounging around the house, I don't wear much. My normal attire is one of Dan's dress shirts and nothing else and this day was no exception. It was a blue Brooks Brothers shirt, button down collar -- you know the deal.
I went into the bedroom to put some clothes on. I laid out some jeans and a top. Then while looking in my underwear drawer, I thought to myself, 'Why bother?' Whatever I put on probably wouldn't stay on very long after Tommy got here.
I decided to just go with the shirt, a black miniskirt and a pair of black lace panties, and spent the time with my hair and make-up. I undid a button to let more than a little bit of cleavage show, and then I went downstairs.
