My husband and I were married for 5 years, and as for me, I considered our sex together as "great." I did many things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role playing, dressing up as a whore, and rape skits and on a few occasions have even taken part in 3 somes with my husband and another man.
I got home from work this one Friday, feeling somewhat kinky and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and stripped out of my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath. I began to wash myself, sliding my soapy hand over my neck to my breasts, down my stomach then down between my legs, and began playing with myself thinking about the first time I had an orgasm by another man. Don't get me wrong, I've had men bring me to orgasm before, before I was married, but, for some reason this time was different, maybe because my husband was present. Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was making love to me and I was cumming off whispering to myself over and over, fuck me, fuck me, almost feeling as the warmth his own climax enter my body, filling every inch inside of me. Then I came. I laid in the hot tub for several minutes as the vision faded along with my orgasm, then stepped out of the tub and dryed myself.
I remember walking to the dresser saying to myself, so, he want's me to fuck other men huh, ok, I'll fuck'em, I'll fuck every man in sight! I'll give him one night he'll never forget! and picked out a black skirt, black see thru blouse, bra and a very very sexy black lace teddy with attached garters and last, a pair of sheer black stocking. I want back to the bathroom and shaved my legs then my pussy, which I've kept nice and smoothe for years. I then dressed and put on my make-up, red lipstick with gloss and bright red nail polish. I met my husband at the door telling him to hurry and get changed because we were going out!
He was thinking the outfit was for him asked what was the occasion. I told him, I decided to give him what he always wanted, and to get ready before I changed my mind. Needless to say he was ready in a half an hour, and at the club in 15 minutes.
On the way to the club, I told my husband that we should sit at different tables and I'd "try" to come on to another guy and get something going. Of course, he said, with the way your dressed, count on it? We both walked into the club about 8:30 PM and went our separate ways, I at a table by the dance floor and my husband at the bar. The night seemed long, as I wondered just how I was to come on to these guys. I danced with a few, trying different approches towards them, none which seemed to work, then dancing with this one guy, I decided to try something direct, while dancing a slow dance I slid my hand down to his ass, pulling him very close to me I whispered to him, I'm very very wet.
The guy said in return well mabye I can do something about that. I said, somewhat turned on, lets go. Well, we walked out of the club to his car and got in the back seat and began kissing and kissing and feeling and feeling, his hand up my dress fingering me, my hand on his cock feeling him getting harder and harder, finally breaking our kissing I opened his pants and lowered my lips on his cock. His finger continued playing with my clit while my lips worked on him when suddenly I began to cum, and cum, and cum. Not long after, he began to moan then I felt my mouth being filled with his hot sperm, swallowing it all, thinking to myself, this isn't any different than doing it with my husband.
I reached under my skirt and pulled open the snapps from my teddy and layed back on the seat pulling him on me, rubbing his cock on my pussy putting him inside of me. He fucked and fucked and fucked me, finally pulling out saying, he could'nt do it anymore. Understanding, I sat up and snapped my teddy and said to him, maybe next time, and returned to the club. While slow dancing with my husband, I filled him in step by step on everything I did, then returned again to my table and ordered a drink. Sometime later, I was asked to dance by a not so bad looking guy, he looked younger than I, but I thought, what the hell and asked him back to my table. His name was Bob and was 22, (about 10 years younger than me) blond hair and blue eyes and a not so bad looking body. Bob didn't seem the least bit intimidated what so ever by the age difference, and didn't try to come off older than he was, in fact he looked older than he was.
I almost felt a little guilty of my intentions, but, on the other hand, he was still a man, all men are alike probably even as we talked was thinking of a way he could get into my panties. The funny thing was, I was thinking of a way of getting to get "him" into my panties, so to speak. As we talked, my mind skipped to the back seat of that guys car, still not beleiving that I did WHAT I did. Sucking this guy was one thing, but what really turned me on for some reason was him cumming in my mouth and swallowing it.
The more I thought about it the more turned on I seemed to get. I then fantasized sex with this guy. By this time, I was so hot, I actually felt a tingle between my legs, I had to excuse myself and go to the ladies room and cool off before I came right there. I sat on the seat in the stall and felt myself, I could'ent beleive how wet I was, I totaly soaked my teddy, then began fingering myself, I was on my way towards the big O, my body at its highest erotic peek, almost lost in my own pleasures, when all of a sudden pulled my hand away, thinking, no, I want to save this, I want to be totally out of control, I want this guy. As hard as it was, I wiped myself and buttoned up then stood in front of the mirror and applied lipstick to my lips, then returned to the table and Bob.
I thought to myself, it's either now or never and said, trying not to come on to strong, but to the point and yet still be some what of a ladie, "wanta' go somewhere else?" the guy reaction was, where? Almost as he knew what I had in mind, I coyly replied, how about someplace a little more private. Bob looked at me and I looked at Bob, waiting for his answer, running my tongue over the edge of my glass. As Bob finally began to speak, I felt little flutters in my stomach, not sure what he might say, wanting him so much to say lets go...
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