The New Frontier

Woe is me, I waited until I was in my early thirties and slightly overweight to get freaky. Well, maybe not freaky in the true sense of the word, but freaky for me. And who am I? I'm your average housewife. My husband makes a butt load of money, so even though we have a lot of bills, I still don't have to work. When I say a butt load I mean by the average American standard not the Bill Gates standard.

I grew up in an average middle class family. I have one older brother and one younger sister. My dad was very strict, so I didn't date much. Okay, I didn't date at all during high school except for an occasional school dance. By the time I graduated I had kissed two guys, once each. So needless to say I did not get much experience during my teen years.

But, off to college I went, 2000 miles away from home. You would think I would spread my wings and experiment. But, I didn't. All of my mom's warnings played over and over in my head. If I went out clubbing with girlfriends, I returned to the dorm with those same girlfriends, even if they wanted to go off with some guy. I would say, just as my mom used to say to me when I went somewhere with my siblings, "you can't go off by yourself with him...we came together and we have to go home together." I was the third wheel that showed up when girlfriends got a booty call. "It's 2:00a.m. in the morning, you can't go over there alone," I would always advise.

I did spread my wings a little bit though. By my count I kissed about 15 different guys! More than once! I only officially made out with about 3. But no, I did not go all the way. Not that they didn't try, they did. But my parents influence was always running around in my head.

It's a shame though. Back then, I had it going on. In all modesty, I looked good. I used to love mini dresses and short shorts. And I was really friendly to everyone until I learned you can't smile at everyone( they think you're coming on to them). I was pretty small back then. So everyone thought I was just soooo cute. Guys used to love to pick me up and carry me around. I stopped growing at 4'11 1/2inch, though I like to say I'm 5 feet tall. I only weighed 93 lbs when I graduated high school. By the time I graduated from college I weighed 103. Do you know I actually cried when I could no longer fit into my size one jeans and had to wear, gasp, a size 3. Little did I know what was to come. Even though I had a small frame, I had a 32B chest, which is a nice size rack on someone small. Topping off my figure, or should I say bottoming off my figure was a nice J-Lo rump. Back then I had long dark brown/black curly hair that fell to my mid back. The only things that are the same now as they were back then are my eyes and mouth (well my nose too, but who cares about noses...but if you must know mine is a nice small button nose that you wouldn't pay much attention to). My eyes are hazel and I have long lashes that everyone accuses me of wearing mascara on...but I don't. I have full lips that have a natural roses color and I have a bright smile. Probably the first thing people noticed about me then and now. Oh yeah, I chopped all my hair when I got older.

Fast forward. After college I didn't know what to do, so I did what most people do when they haven't got a clue. I went to graduate school. I hated graduate school. I had absolutely no friends. I was still dating a guy from college who got work in another state after graduation. The classes were impersonal and I felt isolated. And I eventually had to break up with the lying cheating son of a bitch aforementioned boyfriend. So guess what I did? I let food become my friend. It wasn't so much that I ate a lot. It was that I ate and didn't do anything else. In college and back in high school I was ultra active and played sports. In graduate school all I did was eat, sleep, go to class (on occasion), and study.

This proved to be too much for my waste line. I ballooned up to 136. That was the last weight I was at before I stopped checking and decided to do something about it. That's when I joined a gym. I got down to a stable 120. Not terribly skinny, but not really fat either. I was wearing a size 6.

I met my husband at that size. We met at the gym. I knew he was the one for me in my heart as well as in my head. First off he is smart. I can't stand dumb men or women for that matter. Second of all he's cute. He's about 5'8, so he's not a towering giant, but plenty tall for me. He has dark hair also, but he has crystal blue eyes and he has long lashes just like me except mine are curly his are straight. He has a medium build. We got engaged two months after we met and we got married four months later.

As you might imagine, I was virgin on my wedding night. Thank God he wasn't...now that would have been a disaster. And guess what? I love sex or I guess I should say I love making love to my husband. Because I was pretty shy, sexually speaking, for a while after we got married, my husband had to initiate every time we had sex and we pretty much were always in the missionary position. But that gradually changed. Hey, what can I say? I like to get on top and take charge. Okay, I'm still a little bashful about letting you know I like it doggy style...but hey I do. So now we've tried all the positions that come fairly naturally and the positions I read about and tell my husband we need to try.

Fast forward again. Being married for five years makes you complacent like no other event in your life. I truly let myself go. In my defense I had some stressful years that trust me, you don't want to hear about, and I did spend sometime in the hospital (for a physical problem not mental). But anyway, I ballooned way past that previous 136. I do not want to tell you what, you might say, "gross." And that would hurt my feelings. Also, even though my husband won't admit it, I think he has a thing for fat chicks. At any rate, he has always called me beautiful whether a size 6 or size 16 (I neither confirm nor deny that was my max size). That's why I love that man

One of my favorite past times is downloading music. Some times you can find unreleased songs by artist. I was searching for just that under Mariah Carey's name one day about three years ago. Up popped up something entitled Mariah Carey eating pussy. I said, "What?" I was curious so I downloaded it. Well it wasn't Mariah. But it was someone who looked sort of like her and she was eating pussy. I ran to my husband and said, "Guess what, you can download free porn on the net!" He looked at me like I was stupid and said, "Where have you been the last few years?"

Okay I knew you could get porn on the net, I just didn't know you could get free porn. So, out of curiosity, I put in porn in the search engine. Boy did I get a lot of hits. I spent the next week downloading porn, sifting through the bad and good and saving my favorites. I shared most with my husband, but not all; I didn't want him to think I was a freak for liking some of them. It totally fascinated me. And it made me horny, much to my husband's delight. There is this one (and this has absolutely no bearing on my story...I just want to share), called "Lessons in Anal". They put all of these things in this lady's ass. Even a champagne glass! I kept watching that one because it was unbelievable and yes it's still saved on my computer. Personally, I won't put anything up my ass, not even my husband's dick, but he's trying to talk me into it.

Fast forward. Downloading porn got old and got old pretty quick. It was boring. But then I got to thinking. Back in the day, I used to buy erotic books. Well okay I've only purchased two. But I did like it. So I thought if there is free porn there must be free erotica on the net. And if you are reading this then you know that there is! I found liteerotic.com. Woo hoo. Over the next few weeks I read the top stories in all my favorite categories (I have to admit some categories I can't get with). I'm more mental than visual when it comes to sex, so some of the stories really got me hot, way better than porn ever did. It was my own personal foreplay. I would read a particular good story, then find my husband wherever he might be in the house, strip and say, "I'm ready." Men are such interesting creatures; he was always up for it. I mean that quite literally. I once asked him if he felt used. He told me I could use him anytime.

But soon I read all the stories I wanted to and the good ones were few and far in between (I hope you are not thinking that about this one even though I haven't got to the sex part). So I started exploring the site and stumbled on the adult chat network site. For a while I bummed around seeing what people had to say and what they were doing. Isn't the anonymity of the internet great? Anyway, I finally did it, I had cyber sex! Once again after feeling very embarrassed I told my husband. Once again he had a bored look in his eyes. So I asked him, "Have you ever had cyber sex?" And omigod, he said, "Yes. But it's boring after a while." Unfortunately he was right. Or maybe I just don't hook up with the right people in the chat room.

But all this time while I was exploring different sexually avenues, I kept hearing a common theme. The old threesome theme; the menija tois; the two girls a guy; that no one can eat pussy better than another woman theory. So now we are back where I started. At age thirty, I decide that my husband and I should share another woman. And I do mean share. My fantasy was to find a woman who was willing to go down on me (just so I could test the theory) while letting my husband fuck her ass (since he won't stop bugging me about it). That way no one is cheating since we will be connected through this one woman, i.e. sharing.

I told my husband. He said whatever. I really don't think he believed me. But over the course of the next year he started to. No, I did not immediately find a woman to "share". But while searching, I surprised my husband twice, thereby proving I was opened up to new things.

The first thing I surprised my husband with was a blow job. Don't get me wrong, I had given my husband a blow job before. But not a superdooper blow job. And how did I learn how to give better head? From reading erotic stories of course. Usually, I would just sort of suck for awhile get tired and get on top and finish him off. This time, I put all my energy into it. That night, I started off by giving him a back rub. He sits behind a desk all day and his muscles get real tight. I began with a deep tissue massage, rubbing from the top of his neck down to his butt. He really likes his ass checks kneaded like dough. I had put some music on and massaged each section for a whole song length. I divided his back into his neck, shoulders, middle back, lower back, and butt. So it took awhile, but trust me he was relaxed. After that came, the light feathery touch that my husband just loves... it gives him goose bumps all over. I like that. Any way I touched his whole back up and down for a whole song. Next came the body rub, where I rubbed my naked body against his up and down. Now remember I'm a little overweight at this time which makes for big boobs, my previous 32B were now 36C. So I'm rubbed myself up and down him, all the way down to his legs, my nipples getting hard especially when they rubbed over the coarse hair on his legs.

Soon he flipped over. Hey, I took the hint, but I was running things and I was in no hurry. I massaged his chest for a while. But then I started to hurry, so his chest did not receive the attention his back did. I massaged his chest and legs as well kiss him long and deep all to only one song. We all know where he wanted me to go and where I wanted to go. So without further delay, I kissed my way down south.

By the time I got there, he was already hard. As hard as I thought he was going to get, but I was wrong about that one. Anyway, I touched him lightly, rubbing up and down his shaft. I took him into my mouth, and sucked ever so gently on the head of his penis. I released him from my mouth and licked up and down the shaft. I've never measured my husband's dick and I'm not good with measurements, but for the sake of a visual, I'll take a stab and say my husband is about 71/2 inches long when he is hard and as round as the top of a big pill bottle (look at a Tums or Rolaids bottle). I took him back into my mouth and began to suck him, taking more and more into my mouth. I did this for few songs...kind of lost track. My husband is not a very vocal person in bed, but he was getting pretty vocal that night. No words just lots and lots of moans, oh wait a minute, I guess he did say yes a couple of times. While I continued to work my magic on him, I tried to practice what I read. I concentrated, breathed deeply through my nose, and swallowed. I try hard to control my gag reflex, and I succeeded! I clearly remember my husband saying, "Omigod." And arching his back up. Shortly there after, very shortly there after, he whispered in a husky voice, "I'm going to cum." Usually that would mean okay troops lets move out! But I stayed and doubled my efforts. With my nipples hitting the tops of his thighs, my hands grabbing his ass for leverage, I started sucking up and down like a mad woman. Just when I knew he would blow his load, I took him deep down in my throat and held him there until he stopped cumming. After, when he could speak he said, "I can't believe you did that." I just smiled. My pussy was dripping wet. What is it about sucking cock that gets women wet? Would explain what happened next but instead...

Fast forward. The second thing I did to surprise my husband was suggest that we go to a swing club during our vacation to Las Vegas. Of course he said, "Sure." He really didn't believe I would go. But I did my research. I narrowed it down to three. Two of the three were supposed to be tourist traps, the third, The Red Rooster, had been there the longest and explained all the rules on their web site. So that's where I decided to go. Even when we were in Vegas, my husband didn't believe I would go. Even after we brought our pass and got directions he didn't believe I would go. So that night, not knowing what to expect, I took hours getting ready while my husband gambled.

Just in case I did get freaky with a total stranger, which in all honesty I didn't think I would be able to do, I shaved off all my pussy hair, for the first time in my life (must say that hubby liked that- but it took forever). I douched with spring flowers Massengel, which I don't normally do because gynecologist say you shouldn't, but hey if some stranger goes down on me I wanted to at least welcome him or her in. Lastly, I did what I hate to do, I gave myself an enema just in case I let my husband get lucky with the back door. Now I'm going to explain something here to those who are as naïve as I was. Since my husband seems to have this fascination with the butt, I asked aren't the porn stars worried that something my fall out of their assholes after someone cums up in them or maybe the guys penis or the toy or butt plug or whatever will come out brown? I mean gross. Once again my husband got that you don't know anything look on his face and replied, "No sweetie they give themselves an enema first." Well I don't know if that's true or not, but that's why I did it. After cleaning out the insides, I took a nice long luxurious bath in the Jacuzzi tub.

Once I got out I perfumed my self up. Brushed my teeth, but didn't floss, because I read that you shouldn't before going to a swing club, just in case you have some one's fluid in your mouth it's easier for it to get into your blood stream if you have little cuts in your mouth from the floss. In preparation for that night, I had bought a red peek-a-boo, crotchless bustier. This covered all my fleshy areas yet left out my boobs and cunt for touching. Over that I wore a sheer black shirt and black jeans. To top it off I wore some four inch open toe pumps. Even though I was a little chunky, I looked good.

My husband came back to the room and definitely approved. Off we went. I was a little embarrassed to walk out with my boobs hanging out, but luckily we didn't' pass anyone on the way to the car. We got to the Red Rooster a little after 10:00p.m. It was a Wednesday night and kind of slow. There were more men than women. I definitely felt eyes on me all night. I was totally nervous. My husband could tell and told me softly, "Just calm down, everything is going to be alright. Just because we're here doesn't mean you have to do anything." We went and sat in the back of the room on the first floor.

We both agreed that for the past year or so I've been taking little baby steps to open myself up to new sexual experiences. Just the fact that I was there was another of these baby steps and that was good enough. I kept trying to avoid all the men's eyes and they kept trying to make eye contact. I knew if I seemed too friendly they would ask to sit with me and my husband and then they might ask to get busy and I didn't want to have to say no...so I kept trying to avoid them.

Looking around, I saw, once again with all modesty, I was the best looking woman there. Even though he is bias, my husband agreed. We got up for my husband to get a drink (no way was I sitting there all myself) and while standing at the bar a guy comes up and asked, "Do you guys come here often." I replied, "No, this is our first time." I thought to myself what a lame line...does anyone even use that in the single scene?

My husband feels like I'll be more comfortable in the couples's room. So we go upstairs. It's dark with a red light or candles burning. We sit on one of the couches. There are couples on two of the other couches and a couple at each of the two of the tables. There is a porno playing from the Baby Got Back series. No one is really speaking to each other except for the occasional hi. My husband and I sit and talk about what's going on around us. Soon it seems like everyone around us was making out. So we started too. For those of you who have never experienced this, it feels like you are being naughty and you are at a high school party making out with a guy and are afraid you are going to be caught (not that I got to experience that in high school but I'm sure this is what it feels like).

After awhile, my husband started to get bold. Not as bold as the guy who had his dick out and his wife/girlfriend/or slut he just picked up sucking his dick for all she is worth, and not as bold as the guy who had his hand all up his wife's/girlfriend's/or slut he just picked up pussy (note to self next time wear short mini skirt with no underwear). My husband lifted up my shirt and exposed my boobs for anyone to see. And I let him! He worked his magic on my breast and I'm squirming underneath him. I just couldn't believe I was doing this in public. But boy did that make it hotter.

Soon one of the couples went into the public bedroom, were there are many beds. Guess what? We followed. They were on the big bed in the middle, fucking. We took the first single bed to the left. Perfect view to watch them and let them watch us. My husband only took off his pants and underwear. I stripped down to my bustier and pumps. So my husband and I started going at it. I don't know when I became wet down there, but boy, I was as slippery as they come. Meanwhile the other couple was doing their business. I think she must have been a submissive because he was ordering her around. I kept sneaking peaks (even though the whole point is to watch one another I was still a little shy). My husband on the other hand totally was watching them and the other guy was totally watching us.

The other guy told the other girl to suck his dick. So that's what I did to my husband. Not the mind blowing suck, but the let's keep up with this other couple blow job. Boy she was making all kinds of slurping sounds. I was a little quieter. My husband wanted me on my knees, but I wouldn't take it doggy style if front of people. I was on top for a while still sneaking a peak at the other couple. From my view point I could also see when couples would walk by the room and look in for a while, and I could see one couple at a table where the female half was definitely watching me and my husband and fingering herself. But because we were in a new situation we had to rely on the old stand by...the missionary position to make me relax enough to come. Don't get me wrong, I was definitely turned on, but still a little up tight. So my husband flipped me over and started pounding his dick in me while watching the other couple (and only occasionally giving me a kiss...humph). The other guy came first, I didn't think we were in a competition, but my husband did point that out later. They watched us for awhile, I know they were watching so I didn't look at them. They were not doing anything but getting dressed so my husband's attention was fully back on me. I guess we were boring because after a while, the guy said, "Fuck her hard, man." And the girl said, "Have fun." And then they left. My husband had a huge orgasm and I only had a little one (boo hoo). We got up went to the bathroom, cleaned up and left. We probably should have stayed. But my husband was amazed that I actually had sex while another couple had sex. No we didn't actual "swing". But this was still a huge, not a baby, step for me. Shocked the hell out of my husband.