In an earlier story, I told you about getting fucked by someone other than my husband. It was for the first time. While I was getting the screwing of my life, he sat outside the motel in our car waiting for me. When we got home, we went to bed immediately. I had expected that we would both go to sleep since it was four a.m.
As I turned my back to him, I felt his tiny dick pushing against myback. MY GOOD, HE HAD AN ERECTION! The first one in years, I might add. I immediately turned to face him and stuck my tongue in his mouth while playing with his dick. I had never seen him so excited and I planned to take advantage of this rare opportunity so I lay on my back and spread my legs.
I expected him to mount me and fuck me for all it was worth. Instead,he kissed his way down to my pussy and started to stick his tongue in me. I was astounded because he had never gone down on me before.
I pulled his head back and asked him to wait while I cleaned up because oral sex was something I had longed for since our marriage. He would have no part of it. Instead, he started sucking on my cunt and went wild tasting the stranger’s cum. (There was plenty there for him). I really lost it and had a great orgasm. Getting your pussy eaten was really as good as I had heard, even better.
The down side was that he came while doing his thing and I didn’t get screwed.
We woke up several hours later and he wanted to know all of the detailsof the previous night- how long his penis was, how many times he fucked me, and how many orgasms had I achieved and all of the details.
“ Would you like me to do it again?”, I asked, already knowing the answer I thought. He didn’t say anything, much to my disappointment, but lay there. “ Okay”, I said. “ I thought you wanted it to happen as much as I did”.
“ I do want you to get fucked by a stranger” he said after a long pause. “ Well, what is the matter then?”
Another long pause, then “ I want to watch” he mumbled. I was stunned! “WHY? I thought the whole idea was for me to get what you couldn’t give me. How could you possibly enjoy seeing me getting laid with a man with a penis twice s big as yours and really enjoying it?”
“It is something I have always wanted. I want to see your reactions, watch you cum, lick his dick and the whole nine yards”, was his response. “ But how can we do that? There isn’t anyone who will fuck me with you in the room with us-this is crazy”.
“ I could hide and he wouldn’t have to know that I was there”.
“ There isn’t any place for you to hide in a motel room and it is certainly too cold for you to stand outside the window. Besides, you couldn’t hear us”.
“ You could bring him home and fuck him here and then I could hide, watch and hear everything you two were doing.”
“ You want me to go by myself, pick up a lover, bring him home and spend the night with him in our guest bedroom so you can watch?” The more we talked, the better it sounded.
“ No, I want you to screw him in our bedroom, in our bed”.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was flabbergasted and couldn’t think of anything to say. Then, “ Our bed is special for you and I. I am astounded that you would want to sully something as special, something no one but you and I should share with anyone. Why, our children were conceived there, it should be kept that way, just you and I should sleep and fuck there”.
No response from hubby, so I got up and fixed something to eat.
I thought about how lewd and the nastiness of the whole thing, the possibility of actually doing it became more acceptable to me. A perfect stranger with a big dick violates our marital bed, me screaming and begging him to fuck me with Ken (my husband) there began to be an erotic turns on for me.
After several days and me getting use to the idea, I started talking to him again. No mention was made of our conversation about what he wanted (me too at this point). Then about two weeks later we were setting in our den. He was watching television and I was reading an old Readers Digest. I brought up the subject again.
“ Is that what you really want?’ I blurted out. “ What?” He asked,knowing full well what I was talking about- the bulge in his sweat pants gave him away. I just stared at him and said nothing.
Finally, he said yes. “ You are aware that there are risks involved. Icould become pregnant, I could contact a sexually transmitted disease, you could become jealous, I could fall in love with my lover, anything might happen”.
“ You would have to insist that he uses a condom and that he was disease free”.
“ Are you sure that this is what you really want, you won’t get jealousand regret it later?”
“Yes”.
“What if I become addicted to picking up strangers and letting them havetheir way with me?’
“ That would be great!” “To see you lying there,begging for him tofuck you and taking his big dick in your pussy. That would be the best present you could give me- to show me how much you love me by doing this”. “ I can’t think of anything more thrilling than to see you take lover after lover and enjoying them all”.
“ Ken I certainly enjoyed my first tryst and I am certainly looking forward to tonight. But I don’t know if this issomething that I want to continue on a long-term basis. We will haveto take it one step at a time. I f you would have, or will fuck me like I need it and want it, none of this would be necessary”.
“ Secondly, if you want to watch me being screwed, you are going tohave to be a man about it instead of a wimp. You are going to have to sit in the bedroom and watch, not hide in the closet and act like you have some balls for a change”.
A long pauses and then “Ok".
Our next thing to be done, now that we decided that I would actually doit was to decide where, how I would dress, where I would go, what I would do.
We first talked about going back to the country-western club where I had my first encounter, but I didn’t want to be sweaty from dancing and having to pull my jeans and boots off. We decided that we would try something new and that I would go to a hotel where there should be businessmen staying.
We decided that Wednesday evening would be best since they wouldprobably be tired from their trip on Monday evening and they would be getting ready to return home Thursday evening and then go home Friday. Tuesday might have worked but we thought Wednesday would be better.
I selected a navy blue suit, white blouse, white see through bra and matching panties with a white bra and navy shoes with medium high heels. I felt being dressed this way; I would appear to a businesswoman out of town on a trip. I certainly didn’t want to look like a whore and if nothing did develop, We would go home, neither of use none the worse for our errant outing.
Incidentally, I am five foot three, have thirty-four B breasts, a twentynine-inch waist and thirty six inch hips (a little big to be symmetrical but just right to cradle a man while he rides me, so Ken says). I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I weigh, on the average, one hundred, twenty pounds, holidays not included.
We went to the Hilton around eight/thirty and I went in first .Yes, Iinsisted that hubby go since this is what he wanted, I planned for him to see the whole show.
I had two drinks, looking the crowd over while trying to do so discreetly there were several unattached men and several were quite attractive. I would guess their age range wasfrom thirty/five to men in their earlier sixties.
Absolutely nothing happened and as I was getting up to leaves, someone sat down next to me and he said, “Hi, my name is Lou". You look so lonesome sitting there, I wondered if I could buy you a drink and maybe we could talk for awhile?” He was rather attractive and the first thing I noticed was that his hair was slightly gray. I thought to myself that I had been down this road before, no limp dick on an older man for me! I didn’t want talking; I wanted action, not conversation.
