Prologue: In the first part of this two-part series, she was at a rock concert some weeks ago when an unseen stranger groped and fingered her from behind. She allowed her lustful desires and fantasies to overwhelm her and had the best fuck of her life from this unknown stranger -- a stranger she had only caught a glimpse of -- her 'secret stranger' whom she never told her husband about out of guilt. The stranger's face she vaguely recognised but couldn't place
It's been weeks since the concert, but I can't stop thinking about my stranger and how he brought me to weak-kneed sexual ecstasy. I'm also having some very erotic dreams about being ravaged by a Minotaur - that mythical creature, all muscle, sinew and pulsing animal cock. It's still nagging me who my stranger was, and where I had seen him before.
It's also nagging me that my husband, for the past six months, has been trying to convince me to be a hotwife. He desires to watch me have sex with another man - candaulism, I think it's called. But in the last few weeks he has become even more insistent.
Maybe his kink is one of the triggers that released my inner slut fantasies at that recent rock concert?
I had never felt so dominated and ravaged before - I had opened myself up in the most debauched way to a complete stranger. A stranger who forced me to accept his hungry cock, and in satisfying his own desire, left me trembling, exhausted and satisfied in a way I had never felt before.
But this wasn't what my husband intended - he wanted to see me in the throes of orgasm being penetrated by another man. I felt guilty. I also felt guilty because it was the best fuck of my life. I didn't tell him, I couldn't tell him - I knew it would hurt him. That stranger sex at the concert was my guilty secret.
Maybe it was that guilt, or maybe, having tasted it, I wanted to explore this further, but I finally agreed to go to a swingers club. He told me it was in a town just far enough away that we wouldn't run into anyone we knew. I had never been to one before, but I was getting horny and obsessed by the thought.
That afternoon I spent a long time in a warm bath, relaxing but the nervous excitement wouldn't let me. I wondered what to wear. Should I go full sexy slut or a more toned down version? I decided that what I wore to the concert was about right, except without panties this time. It was my first time, so casual sexy seemed about right - young, sexy, but not too slutty. So I decided on my short black leather skirt and best crop top.
The twinkle in my husband's eye is almost as noticeable as the slight bulge in his trousers when we arrive at the party. I too feel that excitement and a deep tingling in my pussy as we enter the main room. There is a palpable sexual excitement in the air. Pornographic movies are playing in some corners and sprinkled around are couples in various states of undress. The musky smell of sex that assaulted my nostrils is the most primal and animalistic element of that experience.
I gulp at this assault on my senses and my nervous, dry mouth needs something to drink but my nerves need more than just one drink.
While drinking at the bar I begin to focus on specific parts of the scene. Couples of various genders copulating in plain view. The sight of large cocks and dripping vaginas makes my already soaked pussy a soggy mess. I feel my juices starting to run down my inner thighs. My husband's erection is fully visible in his bulging trousers.
I notice that he is watching a particularly active couple having sex.
The guy is on the verge, crouching over her - his muscular, powerful thighs bulging every time he enters and exits, drilling her with his throbbing cock. Oh my God, he looks like one of my dream minotaurs - bulging animal muscles, sinews and a huge cock. He has her completely impaled and has gripped head and pulled it up to watch his every thrust into her. Every time she closes her eyes he commands her to "watch my cock - watch and feel the stretch". His balls bangs against her clit as he thrusts mercilessly into her, making her scream unintelligibly.
I am transfixed by his swollen, purple cockhead, glistening with her juices as it emerges. I haven't been this wet or this horny in a long time. I want his glistening, mushroom-headed knob of pleasure stretching me open.
