As I recently wrote, my husband likes to write erotic stories and loves sharing them with me. He often includes other men in the stories, which led me to fantasize more and more about the reality of bringing another man into our sex lives.
Well, it finally happened as detailed in my last writing "The Unexpected Visitor." It was such a hot and wonderful time that the thought of doing it again kept cumming to mind, which has led to several sessions on my back with my slender white vibrator gently buzzing me to orgasm.
As my fantasies got heavier and hotter; my orgasms grew stronger at the thought of, this time, taking the strangers hard cock into my pussy as I swallowed my husbands throbbing length. Remember, the first time I only sucked the visitors big cock – albeit enthusiastically as I took his cum into my open mouth and hand!!
So I played out the scenario over and over. Envisioning different positions and situations, feeling the lust, while passionately playing with myself to these realistic visions and how I would so enjoy to partake in another threesome. Then, out of the blue, the thought came to me that maybe my husband should be on the receiving end this time.
Although he has never included it in his stories, and we talk about how he likes to think of me with other men, I know that probably not so deep down, he also fantasizes about bringing another woman into our love making.
My husband has asked me about whether or not I think of being with other women and I have historically quickly brushed the topic off by saying "no," although the thought does spark some curiosity in me.
So, since the first time we engaged in a threesome I produced a male participant and my husband openly received the guest, I thought it only fair to reciprocate and bring in a woman this time. Plus, it would be a good opportunity to check on my "curiosity;" not-to-mention that ever since my husband starting telling me and writing about how much he loved watching me get pleasured by another man, I had started getting excited at the thought of watching him fuck another woman – to see him make her feel as good as he always makes me feel.
Following my same method as when I brought Bob into the mix, I went to the same escort site and sought out a woman I knew my husband would enjoy. And since I am of Cajun descent, I figured he would enjoy someone with a little ethnicity to them. When I first saw Sara's image on the website, I knew she was the one – she was a petite Hispanic and listed as a C cup, but judging by her pictures, she could have easily been a D. Really seductive looking and my husband would really find her attractive – and I have to admit, I found her very pretty myself, although I had no intention of doing anything other than watching the action.
Now that I had made the decision, it was only a matter of getting the logistics in order. I arranged for Sara to cum, er come, on a Sunday afternoon, much like Bob did, and to show up around 2 p.m. I knew I was doing the right thing, but I have to tell you, I was very apprehensive at the thought of having another woman take my husband – but fair is fair and he so supported me in my time with him and Bob. Gosh, I can still feel Bob's throbbing cock in my mouth as my husband pounded his load into me from behind. It gets me wet just writing about it – yes...very wet.
Oh the memories, but back to the present. Sunday came quickly and I woke up early and anxious – and horny. To set the tone for the day, I rolled over and began rubbing my husband's chest and head as he began to awaken; slowly moving my hand down to his now growing cock – massaging its length and gently caressing his balls. He moaned gently as I rubbed his full length up and down, up and down... he asked me what this was for and I just smiled, knowing that this (his) very penis would be buried deep in Sara's wanting pussy in just a few hours. Did I mention that I was nervous? I continued rubbing him but did not bring him to orgasm. Only after a nice while did I stop and get up out of bed – exposing my bare body to him – leaving him only to ask "where are you going?'' to which I replied, "don't worry, we'll finish that later..."
I got dressed in a very scanty little top, no bra and short cut-off shorts and we spent the morning having coffee, listening to jazz and chatting. I must have seemed preoccupied because my husband asked me a couple of times if everything was ok, to which I replied "yes, very good...just looking forward to being with you today."
Then, at about 1:45, almost exactly as I did with Bob, I stopped my husband in the family room and placed his right hand on my left breast and asked him if he would like to finish what we started this morning – to which he replied "absolutely."
I immediately dropped to my knees and began rubbing his hips, placing my lips on his growing buldge and blew hot air through his shorts. His hands fell to my curly brown locks and began massaging my head. I reached up and undid his belt, button and zipper, releasing his now hard cock. I looked up into his eyes as he continued caressing my hair and opened my mouth and licked his cock from his balls to the tip of his swollen head. He let out a nice sigh and I licked more and more around the top of his cock, teasing him by taking an inch in and then out – never taking more than an inch. I could tell he wanted me to take it all; that he wanted to cum down my throat – but I had other plans...
After about ten minutes of gentle sucking and caressing I sat him down on one of our couches with his back to the hallway where Sara would enter at any moment. The jazz was still playing (on purpose to muffle Sara's entry) as I knelt down in front of my husband and again began gently sucking the head of his cock. He reached down and began massaging my breasts from the outside of my loose-fitting tanktop – God I longed for him to suck them! He commented on how beautiful my breasts looked as he watched them sway to my sucking. As I looked up to make eye contact with him I thought I heard the door and checked him for a response – nothing, thank God – and I moved up and began sensually kissing him, deeply and intently our tongues explored one-another's familiar mouths. After a moment, I opened my eyes and there she was; Sara was standing a few feet behind my husband, even more beautiful than in her images. I leaned back onto my husbands lap and subtly gestured Sara to come forward, which she did. As I gazed into my husband's eyes I gently began massaging my breasts as Sara reached out and touched my husband's shoulders. He jumped a little and turned; immediately turning back to me mouthing "oh my God" and then saying "who is she, she is beautiful," to which I responded, "she is Sara and fair is fair. I brought a man here a couple of weeks ago and I thought it only fair for you to get the same treatment. Enjoy her."
With that, I got up and went to the other couch, which is cornered to the one where he sat. I had a perfect view. As I sat down, Sara came to stand in front of my husband, who was in awe and very hard. Sara began to slowly and seductively undress her perfect little frame. She first slipped off her black sandals and took her mid-back length black hair out of the ponytail she arrived in, gently shaking it loose so it cascaded sexily down her back. She then unzipped her tight black leather skirt and slid it down her olive-colored legs, revealing that she came with no panties, baring her nice ass and neatly trimmed pussy. This brought my husband's hand to his cock. I could see a drip of pre-cum glistening on the tip as he slowly stroked himself in front of this strange woman. She must have smiled because he smiled at her, then at me with a wink of thanks. Sara then grasped the bottom of her blouse and slowly, but purposely, raised the garment above her head, releasing her braless breasts much to my husbands delight. And I must say, this whole charade had gotten me going pretty strong, as well.
Any thought of jealousy was quickly erased by the memory of what happened in that very room two weeks earlier. The day I was filled with two throbbing cocks living one of my fantasies. Plus, she was beautiful and I was having thoughts I had never truly thought before.
