In my first story, I told you about how my husband and his best friend seduced me into my very first threesome. I'm only 5'0" with a petite frame and small B-cup breasts. I'm over 50 years old and don't consider myself a porn star by any means. The first story was when I was only 22 years old and married just 3 years. I was a virgin bride committed to my husband. You can read the 1st story to fill in the rest of the blanks if you like.
My first extra-marital sex encounter turned me on so much that for 3 months my husband and I had the most incredible sessions of steaming hot sex.
I considered myself a very morally fit person but after time, I started feeling very guilty for having let myself be seduced by another man, even if it was my husband's doing. I couldn't shake the feeling of how wrong and taboo it was to have sex with another guy who wasn't my husband. Sharing my body with others was wrong and I knew it.
As I said, the sex after was incredible! After a while, I think some of the sex was me trying to wash the memory of Jon's body off of mine by using my husband's body. But, the more I thought about it, the dirtier I felt. Eventually, I buried myself inside my Christian beliefs and swore to myself that I would never let it happen again. My husband agreed to stand by my wishes even though the memory of Jon's naked body, lying between my spread thighs, pumping his hips against my burning loins while he emptied his youthful semen inside my bare pussy still haunted my thoughts.
Two years later, my good girl persona was in full bloom. Everyone thought I was the perfect little housewife and mom. The wife sharing fantasy for my husband was still there and it would come out every so often but nothing to be alarmed about. I participated with the fantasy play mainly because I thought I was just doing it for him. Jon wasn't mentioned much so I guess I was just being naive to think another man joining me in my bed could ever happen again.
Like I said in the first story, hubby was good. I had no idea how patient of a man he could be. We slowly, over about a two year time frame, started roleplaying with different situations. I was the patient, he was the doctor who would take advantage of me. One of my favorites was him being a masseuse who would touch my body inappropriately. Whoever it was, I always responded with extreme desire which usually ended with a wet bed.
While watching a few adult movies, I discovered I had a few kinks of my own. Films of a woman being used like a whore or being tied up and taken would turn me on the most. It disturbed me that the desire was so strong but I couldn't resist and didn't realize at the time that my mind and body were getting ready for another moral battle. Hubby of course noticed my reactions and skillfully played me into his hands and the hands of others.
One roleplaying session that I remember the most was where he would blindfold me and tie me to the bed with my hands tied to the top two corners while my ankles were tied to the bottom corners. He used some of his silk ties so I would be comfortable. We made out for a long while as he touched my naked body caressing every inch of me. He told me that he had a guy waiting outside the house right now just waiting to be called in to service me. I was being brought to another orgasm with a dildo and vibrator so I didn't think anything of it except for sex talk to get me going. I still find it hard to believe that I even owned a sex toy back then with all my goodie goodie beliefs. His kisses on my body were soft in some places or he would nibble me in others. Problem was, I didn't know which one I liked better. I wasn't going to tell him that though. The first time he did this was scary and exciting at the same time. After a good half hour of him torturing me into orgasm after orgasm he left the room and I heard the outside door open and close. Before he closed it he shouted that he was going out and to be good while he was gone. What? Hey! It was inconceivable that he would leave me like this!
So here I was, lying in bed, blindfolded, my body on display with about 6 inches of dildo stuck inside my vagina while I was tied spread eagle. Then I heard the door bell. Oh HELL! I called out hubby's name to see if he was actually there but he never answered. When I heard the door open I really did get scared. The bedroom door opened and I felt the weight of someone sitting next to me as his hands started touching my body. They were gentle at first as if trying to memorize my curves, my lips, neck, erect nipples. Then the hands got more aggressive mauling my body, squeezing my breasts and nipples making them hurt just a little. I heard a zipper near my head slowly being pulled down and the sound of clothing being removed. His hands touched me from different directions as if more than one guy was present.
The dildo had already slipped out when he got between my legs and with no foreplay what-so-ever, shoved his cock balls deep into my pussy! Oh gawd how good that felt. He would thrust only a few times then pull out bringing his wet cock to my lips for me to taste. I would only lick his cock with my juice on it when I was extremely excited so I'm pretty sure he just did that to test me. He did this over and over until I was a quivering, molten mess of wetness between my legs. Eventually he shot his cum inside me. After he unloaded the full amount, he put his mouth close to my ear and quietly whispered "don't tell your husband what just happened or else". Oh yes, nice touch. He then got dressed and left the house leaving me still blindfolded for about five more minutes before returning. He came in and asked how I was doing as if nothing just happened, untied me and we made love. If it wasn't so erotic it would've been maddening!
Over time my orgasms were becoming progressively more intense as the sex became more fulfilling. The first time I squirted freaked me out. I thought I'd peed all over the place but yet it was different. I had never heard of such a thing happening but soon I was doing it more often. I felt I was becoming a deviant but pushed the voice aside.
It got to the point where I was again looking forward to fantasy play. We would get XXX videos of bondage where the girl was into pain or being forced to perform for kidnappers and the like. I never wanted this to be real and still don't today but the fantasy of my body being used like a piece of meat would always get my juices flowing. Actually it still does today.
Hubby wasn't into forcing me into sex acts or bondage but wanted to give me the experience. So one day, he brought up the subject of me fucking another man of his choosing. One that would be forceful yet respectful. I didn't say yes but I didn't refuse it either. My mistake was when hubby asked if I would be willing to take another man if he could take ALL the decisions out of my hands. I had become very submissive with my new found sexual awareness so the twitch between my legs and the tingling of my nipples told me I liked the idea. I was very hesitant about saying anything but my blank stare and dropped jaw told him he had hit a nerve. I don't remember if I ever did give him a straight answer, but it was enough.
On the day of question, we both had a Saturday off and it was still early afternoon. We lived in Flagstaff, AZ where we both went to college. It was a cool day when hubby hit me with it. He just nonchalantly told me he was going out to meet a guy. When I asked for what, he told me that he was bringing him back so the guy could fuck me. Excuse me?! I just stared at him wondering if he was serious. Hubby had prepped me with all the forced sex talk and fantasy but I couldn't say anything.
