I stepped out of the shower and was startled by my husband sitting on the counter. “You scared me,” I said with a little giggle. “What are you doing?”

“Just watching my beautiful wife get ready for another man.”

That sent a shockwave through my body. I knew he was excited about our new adventures, and he had talked about watching me get ready, but actually seeing the excitement on his face made me tingle in places I didn’t even realize I had.

I dried off slowly, making sure I gave him a good show, and walked over to him. I put my hands on the wall beside his head and leaned in for a long, passionate kiss. I pulled away and whispered, “I love you. Thank you for letting me do this. Now slide over—you’re in my way.” I scooted him over with a playful little nudge. He slid over and watched as I prepared myself for my first meeting with another man in thirty years. My heart was racing. I was so very nervous and so very excited at the same time. I almost couldn’t hold back the giddy schoolgirl feelings running through me. We talked a little about what was going to happen tonight, but mostly he just watched me with those beautiful blue, adoring eyes. I finished with my makeup and hair and shooed him out of the bathroom. I told him to go to the living room and let me finish—I wanted to surprise him when I was done.

I pulled out my favorite lingerie. It’s a black top with a solid black bra and closely fitting black lace that hangs down a little past my butt in the back and just a little above my panties in the front. Then a pair of solid black panties that had just enough material to cover and still show off my ass. I hate thongs. I thought about heels but decided to go barefoot. Craig had just painted my nails, and he loved my feet. I have to say they looked very sexy looking down at them past my nightie.

Craig had bought this nightie for me just this past week, but he had not seen it on me yet. He looked up at me as I walked into the living room, and I could feel the desire and lust in his eyes as he took in the sight of his beautiful, sexy wife standing in front of him. All he could manage to say was, “Damn, baby, you are killing me. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I gave him a few twirls so he could enjoy all of me, then walked over and sat in his lap. He took my face in his hand and rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling my lips apart ever so slightly. Without saying another word, he pulled me in and gave me the most gentle, passionate kiss I had ever had in my life. I just melted into him with a flood of emotion that’s hard to describe. My soulmate, the love of my life, is about to give me to another man, and he is so gentle and sweet it makes me realize how very special our love truly is. After kissing for a few minutes, I slid off his lap onto the couch, and he massaged my feet as we talked about how excited I was.

Then the doorbell rang. All the nerves seemed to disappear, and all that was left was pure excitement. Without even realizing it, I jumped up off the couch and practically ran to the door. I stopped just short of the door and adjusted my nightie, looked back at my Craig for reassurance, and he said, “Let Patrick in, sweetie.”

I opened the door, and before I could say a word, Patrick had me in his arms, pulling me into him right there in the doorway, and kissed me hard and deep. It startled me a little—it was so fast. Had he even seen my outfit? But those thoughts went away immediately as I felt his forceful kiss and strong hand pull me in tighter. For the second time in an hour, I felt myself melting into a man’s arms, but this time it wasn’t my husband. For the first time in thirty years, I felt unbridled lust for another man. I had to have him, and I had to have him now. I pulled him into the house and led him to the guest bedroom right past Craig. Patrick said “hey” and put out his hand as he got close, but I was in no mood for small talk. I tugged on his hand and pulled him past my husband, who could only get out the words, “Hey Patrick, fuck the shit out of her.”

I didn’t even take the time to close the bedroom door. I knew Craig would probably want to peek in anyway. I pulled Patrick to the bed and spun around right into his big, strong arms. Without saying a word, we went right back into the passionate kiss we had left lingering at the front door. His big, strong hands were on both sides of my face, pulling me in closer as we tried to devour each other. His hands slid down my back, and he cupped my butt with one hand, pulling our bodies closer together as his other hand found its way up my side past my ribs and landed perfectly on my nipple, as if he knew exactly where it was.

We stood there kissing as his hands masterfully traveled across my body until he hooked the bottom of my nightie with both hands and pulled it over my head. He left it tangled around my hands and said, “Don’t move,” as he stepped back one step. I stood there with my hands over my head, entangled in my nightie as if he had tied them there, not moving a muscle as his gaze left my face and slowly went down my body. I wanted him to see all of me. I wanted—and felt as if—he was looking straight into my soul.

He reached out to touch my breasts, but I felt a sharp little slap instead—not so hard that it hurt; actually, I loved the way it felt. Then he took both my breasts into his hands and massaged them gently as he stepped back into me and pulled my hands down with another deep, passionate kiss. His hands left the sides of my face and went to my shoulders, where he applied gentle pressure, pushing me down.

I knew immediately what he wanted. I wanted it too. I went down slowly as he slid his T-shirt up past me.

His muscular chest stared me in the face as I kissed his nipple on my way by. As I reached my knees, he took one step back, making it easier for me to undo his jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and could clearly see he was closely trimmed. As I managed to pull his jeans past his already hard cock, it sprang out at me, almost hitting me in the face. I had waited for this moment for weeks. I had seen pictures, but to have this perfect seven-inch cock right in my face was better than I had imagined. He was rock hard—for me—and he smelled so good. I had to have him in my mouth.

Without even touching him, I kissed the tip so very gently. And again, opening my mouth a little more each time to take a little more into my mouth. In no time I found myself taking him into my mouth as far as I could, but not for long. I had to have him inside me. Apparently he could sense my urgency, because he pulled me up and pushed me back onto the bed. He was on top of me before I could even bounce, with his large, muscular body leaning into me. No kiss this time. The lust had taken over, and he needed to be inside me as badly as I needed it.

He kissed down my body quickly and hooked his fingers into the top of my panties. I raised my hips, giving this man I barely knew permission to remove my panties and take me. And that’s exactly what he did. In one giant motion he threw my panties to the side, pushed my knees apart with his body as he slid down toward my face. His huge cock found its home immediately without any help from either of us. I could feel how much bigger he was, how much he was stretching and resizing me. But I was so wet for him, and he was so hard for me that he was able to force himself into me in one motion. The thrill and sensation of this new cock sliding slowly into me was more than I could take, and I grabbed his butt with both hands and raised my ass to meet him, burying him inside me on his very first thrust.

I held him there for a minute, grinding into him, trying to get more, until he couldn’t take it anymore and started to move in and out of me. There was no gentleness now—he wanted to make me his. I wanted him to make me his. He increased the strength and speed of his thrusts, driving me out of my mind. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life. And I’m loving it. I love how hard he is, how desperate he is to have me. I want him more in this moment than I have ever wanted anything. I want him to cum in me. No—I need him to cum in me.

“Oh, Patrick, fuck me, fuck me harder, cum in me, Patrick—I want your cum, give it to me.”

I’ve never said anything so slutty in my life, but I meant every word of it. Almost before I could get the words out, he slammed into me one more time, deeper than he had been yet. His body tensed and he let out a deep groan as I felt him flooding my insides with his hot cum. It was all I needed to put me over the edge. I dug my fingernails into both his cheeks and bucked wildly as the strongest orgasm of my life poured over me.

It seemed like it took forever to come down from that high, but when I did, he was lying on top of me, panting like he had just run a marathon.

I guess we fucked the shit out of each other.

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