My husband and I have a very loving open marriage relationship. All that we ask of each other is to let the other partner know that we are going to jump somebody's bones, preferably in advance. That's not always possible, and we have both slipped up a couple of times.
We have done a lot of things in our five years together with threesomes and even with groups of five. I don't like him to surprise me, though, because I like to sort of psych somebody out, see what the chemistry is, before I take someone to bed, even casually. We have both slipped up on this aspect once or twice, too.
But we know each other very well, and we both are very horny and very lusty, known to have sex at the drop of a hat when the mood strikes us. So we always forgive little indiscretions, especially if they turn into juicy tales or great experiences!
Scott approached me in the park, while I was resting and writing in my journal in between rounds of walking and exploring. I don't often make conversation with strange men in this park because they are usually trolling for a quick blowjob behind the bushes, which is not very satisfying for me, personally. At first, I felt very intimidated because he was a big man, about 6 feet tall, which is taller than I am, and very muscular. I casually glanced around to see if anyone would hear me if I had to scream, but there didn't seem to be anyone else around. Scott, however, seemed very shy, and had an unusually disarming and vulnerable way about him, including a truly infectious smile. As powerfully built as he was, he struggled between making eye contact, checking out my breasts, and looking down at his hands in his lap. His gorgeous, shining blue eyes peeked out from his brown bangs, but the rest of his hair was cut very short. His expression actually reminded me of my sweet hubby the first time I met him. Well, good things come in shy packages, I reasoned. I put down my pen and had a good conversation with him.
He really struggled with trying to keep his eyes off my ample bosom. He suddenly admitted to me that he loved BBWs and had been admiring me from afar the whole time I had been in the park. I casually glanced at his lap, and saw the outline of his cock strainging against his dockers. One thing led to another, and soon we were petting each other's genitals under the picnic table. I live within walking distance of the park; I grabbed his hand and led him back to my apartment.
Once we walked in the door and I closed it behind us, he froze. He hadn't had a great deal of experience with women, he told me, and almost none with BBWs. I took him by the hand and led him to the shower to break the ice. Under the warm water, I scrubbed his skin gently with my loofah mitt and some sensuously scented liquid shower gel. Then I took off the mitt and stroked his cock, balls, and butt crack with my soapy hands. His silky smooth cock grew incredibly hard in my hands as I lathered it in firm strokes, gently handling his balls with the silky foam; he moaned that no one had ever stroked him that way before.
"The best is yet to come," I whispered in his ear.
I poured shower gel into his hand and guided it to my pussy. "Wash me," I softly commanded. At first he didn't know quite what to do, but then I guided his hand to my slit, my clit, my labia; soon he was eagerly stroking every sweet thing he found between my legs. He whined like a puppy and begged me to let him fuck me there, but I didn't want soap up in my cunt. Rinsing us both quickly and hastily getting us both wrapped up in towels, I guided him back to the bedroom and toweled him off.
I knew this guy wasn't going to last long in terms of foreplay; at his first opportunity he was going to slide himself into my slippery cunt. So I sat on the edge of the bed and took him into my mouth. With my hands I reached over to the nightstand and hastily ripped open a condom package, then I expertly slid it onto his glistening cock.
"I've never used one of those before," he said, marveling at my skill with rolling the rubber onto his dick.
"Oh, that's a shame, because they're really good for you." He looked puzzled, but didn't protest when I lay back on the bed and pulled him toward me. He slid down on top of me and hungrily sucked one nipple into his mouth. With his hands he scooped them both up and pressed my tits together, then took both nipples into his mouth. Ah, I thought, he's good at this! Little did he know that this is one of my most favorite things! I practically came while he did this, but then he started moving his cock against my pussy, but missing my cunt altogether...I reached down and guided him to the treasure....
Oh, how he fucked me! Whatever lack of experience he may have had was made up for in his ardor! He couldn't get enough of my cunt and wanted to fuck me in every position and from every angle! Squeezing him hard with my pussy muscles, I came over and over again while he moaned in pleasure.
Just as he was getting ready to head down the homestretch, to cum fucking me in missionary style as he moaned that he couldn't hold out anymore, suddenly I heard keys in the lock of the front door. Now the front door is basically my bedroom door; hubby and I live in a very small studio apartment. So hubby flings open the door to see Scott about ready to empty his balls, and me with my knees up around Scott's waist.
Uh oh. I kinda forgot to tell him one little piece of information....
"Oh, hi, Honey!" I called out, breathlessly. "I didn't think you'd be home so soon!"
"Who the hell is this?" Hubby exclaimed, a look of shock consuming his face... and a tent poking out behind his zipper.
"Oh, Honey, this is Scott. Scott, this is Raul." Scott's face was white as a sheet; even his eyes seemed pale. I think he was sure he was a dead man. I hadn't even told him I was married...another little oops on my part....
"What's he doing with his cock balls-deep in your cunt?" Raul barked, his brown eyes flashing beneath his wide forehead and his dark hair. I know his moods; he wasn't really angry, but he liked to tease me.
Scott still hadn't moved off of me...his cock, instead of growing soft with fright, grew even more rigid with his urgent need to cum... and maybe with some strange desire to be caught...hmmmm.....
I winked at Raul and said, "Oh, Honey, don't be angry, please! He means nothing to me, just some guy I met in the park. I was going to show him some of my writing, but then one thing led to another...."
"Hah!" he yelled in mock fury. He's a lot shorter than Scott is, but tough and wiry Raul grabbed Scott by the arm, and with an almost superhuman strength, tore Scott away from my body. His dick emerged from me with a liquid plopping sound and stood perpendicular to his slender hips, glistening and throbbing.
"Um, Honey, maybe you should close the door," I said as meekly as I could, playing the scared, submissive wife caught in the act.
