This is a story about the weekend that my husband and I lived out his fantasy of me having sex with another man. Please--no judgment. I understand this isn't for everyone. If you don't like this sort of thing then find another story. If you do read it through, I would love your feedback!
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A high school classmate and very good friend recently got married and I had to make the roadtrip to the area where I grew up to attend the wedding. It promised to be a lot like a high school reunion but with only my close friends--not the people I really didn't know or like. I was really looking forward to the trip to say the least.
My best friend from high school had also moved to the area where I live now, and she was going to ride with my husband and I to the wedding. Her husband was staying home with the kids, and ours had been left with grandparents. We were going down on a Thursday. The rehearsal and bachelor/bachelorette parties were Friday and the wedding Saturday. We planned to recover and say goodbyes on Sunday and come back on Monday. It should be a fun and relaxing weekend without kids.
My best friend, Alyssa, could almost be my sister, we look so similar. We are about the same height, hair and eye color. She is a bit lighter complected and slightly heavier, which gives her a larger chest and more curves. She also is a runner and stays in decent shape. I know my husband loves to looks at her larger breasts and I joke with him about it, but it's all in good fun.
Alyssa and I came of age together. We had our first boyfriends at the same time and learned about sex at the same time, sharing our experiences and talking about everything. We even dated the same guys a few times. At this point we can finish each other's sentences and usually know what each other is thinking without saying a word.
She is also a big flirt and likes to try to make my husband uncomfortable by flirting and teasing him. He is usually a good sport and has started playing along with her. Our conversations often turn suggestive and Alyssa has a way of making me do things I might ordinarily not do. In short, she is a lot of fun!
My husband drove with me in the passenger seat and Alyssa in the back. Our conversation was lively and becoming a bit suggestive with innuendos flying. After a couple of hours, I noticed that we seemed to be pacing a car with four guys that looked to be college age--we would pass them, then they would pass us, etc. One time as they were passing us, Alyssa noticed one of the passengers looking over and she blew him a kiss. He did a double take, and she did it again and laughed to us about it. She had their attention, and I assumed they were sure to keep pace now.
Alyssa told me I had to blow a kiss when we passed them. My husband loves to hear about me teasing, and as many of you know, he has talked to me about sleeping with another man so he was up for it. He sped up and Alyssa and I both blew kisses as we passed them. They were all laughing and smiling as we went by. My husband pulled back into the right lane and within a minute or two, they were ready to pass us. As the went by, the back seat passenger held up a sign that said, "Show us your tits!" It appeared that they had done this before.
Alyssa and I laughed as we read it, but I wasn't sure I wanted to because I usually don't do that in front of my husband. I just tell him about it afterward. She said she would if I did, and I looked over and my husband said to do it, so I agreed. As we passed them this time, Alyssa and I both lifted our shirts and bras. The guys were all staring at us and laughing as we went by.