My husband and I are always talking about sexy new adventures. Recently we've been talking more and more about him watching me going down on another guy in the rearview mirror while he's driving. It has come to dominate our conversations to the point where we started to set up our/my boundaries.
We chose a Saturday night, to maximize my choices, and a few towns over, to avoid running into someone that we knew. Since we were going to a nicer lounge, I dressed for the occasion - a skirt, a tight sweater that accentuated my curves, hair and makeup. I looked and felt good, and my husband could not keep his hands off of me. We walked in and looked around at the knots of people, and soon found a seat. it wasn't long before a nice-looking man about my age struck up a conversation with me.
He - we'll call him Luke - was fairly handsome and polite and very soon he and I were talking and laughing, but his eyes kept dropping to my breasts. I caught him and mentioned it and he laughed. "Sorry," he said.
"Nothing to be sorry for," my husband said. "They're real and they're magnificent." Luke's eyes bugged out of his head when he realized that the man talking was my husband and he apologized again, offering to leave if he'd caused any offense.
I smiled at him and told him not to worry. I leaned forward and told him in a low sultry voice that "That's why we're here, so I can find someone to play with. You should know that my nipples are very sensitive and love to be played with. I go wild when that happens." Luke's eyes widened more.
My husband's arm went around my waist and I leaned back into him, slowly rubbing his arm, smiling at Luke, my eyebrows arched. "What do you think, Luke? Up to you," my husband said. "You'll never regret it. Look at her mouth. Now imagine her lips wrapped around your cock. She's magic."