My husband has been writing erotic stories for a few months and sharing them with me, some of which are about our sexual escapades. At first I was a bit shy with the idea of him writing about us and what we did behind closed doors, but the truth is they do get me going and make my pussy quite wet. At first I would not masturbate while reading them for fear of getting caught or because of my familial duties, which could interrupt at any time -- but the thought, was always there and I longed to rub my pussy as I read his sweet words.
After a while, my husband started getting creative; leaving me home alone so I could read his stories in private and take matters into my own hands -- literally.
One time recently when I was out he sent me a text telling me that a Certified Letter had come for me and that it was on my computer for me to read "as soon as you get home." When I arrived home the house was empty and it was not a Certified Letter on my computer, it was one of his erotic writings about us with specific directions on the envelope to go upstairs turn on the alarm and relax. I took the envelope upstairs and read the story titled "The Exercise Surprise" in the pleasant company of my vibrator; gently pressing the slender, buzzing white plastic against my pussy as I read about my husband taking me from behind with his long hard cock and squeezing my 34D's while I sucked another mans length -- all the while working myself to a very nice orgasm as I was imaginarily pleasured by my husband and the stranger.
My husband often includes other men in his stories about us, although the actual participation of another person had never happened -- yet.
With him always fantasizing about another man fucking me while he watches, and me enjoying the thought of a hard cock in my mouth as I get fucked by the man I love or getting fucked by another man as I suck my man's dick, I started to wonder if he really wanted this to happen, or if I really would do it.
And since energy follows thought, I started thinking more and more about how I could make this fantasy come true for both of us without anyone getting hurt.
My husband kept writing stories and sharing them with me, regularly involving other men. Our dialogue got to be more open about sex and our fantasies. The thought of a threesome began to become more and more exciting to me and I often found myself thinking of it so I decided to put my plan in motion.
To build confidence in both myself and my husband, I started incorporating the toys my husband has bought me into our lovemaking -- I would suck the dildo he bought me while he fucked me or while his tongue so perfectly penetrated my pussy and circled my clit -- or I'd slowly slide the fake cock in and out of my wet pussy while I sucked my man's perfect penis. I loved the way this made me feel and I was hoping it was getting my husband comfortable with the idea of another cock being in the room so when the plan came together he would be ready.
Since I couldn't really bring in anyone we knew, I had to figure out a way to find the guy I would bring into our bedroom. I decided a male escort would be the best -- no emotional ties, no commitments and after "the event" it would be over and he would be gone.
The day started as any other, except the house was empty and it was just the two of us. It had been a lazy morning and I was wearing a fairly skimpy tank top with no bra (like my husband loves) revealing my ample cleavage to him every time I bent or kneeled as well as some short shorts that hugged my curvy ass.
I made sure to give my man a good show all morning so he would be horny and ready to go at 1:30. Around 1:10 I stopped my husband in the hallway and planted a very sensual and deliberate kiss on his lips as I reached down and grabbed his growing cock. He said "what was that for?" and I told him that it was because I loved him and that I needed him - then and there.
He quickly obliged by picking me up and carrying me into the family room and gently placing me on the floor. He immediately started massaging my tits through the tank top, bringing my nipples to immediate attention. .The site of my hard nipples made him smile and he told me how beautiful he thought I was and bent down while lifting up my top to reveal my heaving breasts and he took my left nipple into his mouth and began circling my dark areola in perfect time. He told me he'd been thinking of sucking my tits all day and that the outfit I had on was very revealing and it made the morning really nice. I could feel my pussy getting wet and beginning to throb knowing what was about to come.
My husband continued perfectly sucking my tits, working his way down my belly where he unsnapped my shorts and pulled them down around and off my ankles -- moistened panties and all.
I asked him to strip down, as well, and he did so before resuming his sensual kissing of my belly. He worked his way down to my pussy and began softly licking my clit and my hips began gyrating in rhythm with his tongue. My husbands head was buried deep in my crotch when I sneaked a peak at the clock and it said 1:31 and just then I heard, as expected, the front door open, close and lock. I looked to see if my husband noticed and he did not. Bob was here and I immediately got butterflies in my stomach. What would my husband say when this stranger walked into the room?