Hubby and I have been married for over 20 years, and with three older kids that are still at home, we don't get to have quite as much fun as we would like, but we do our best. We met when I was 19, and hubby was the only guy I'd ever been with. I was raised REALLY religious, so I suppressed just about everything for so long, it has taken a while for me to get comfortable enough to think about and fantasize about anything other than regular missionary sex.
Over the years, he's slowly helped me explore things I'm curious about or interested in. After lots of fantasizing and porn together, I finally had my first experience with another woman. And it was AMAZING. So I very quickly had more, but hubby never participated. He did get to watch.
I thought me being with other women was going to be the extent of our experiences, so when he mentioned the idea of me being with other guys, I was really taken aback. I had never heard of guys that actually like the idea of their wives or girlfriends being with other men, so I thought something was wrong with us or he might be trying to set up a situation where he could be with another woman.
Through lots of conversations, via text because I'm still too shy to actually talk about sex stuff in person, he explained that since I've never been with any guys but him, he doesn't want me to miss out on anything. He said he wants me to experience anything and everything I'm interested in.
We started fantasizing during sex, which got hotter and more exciting the more we talked. Hubby started sending me lots of pics and gifs with captions and saying how hot I would look in those situations and how incredible it would be to see me experience that kind of pleasure. It really started to get to me, and I found myself thinking and fantasizing about it more and more when I played with myself.
With my VERY religious and judgemental family, along with kids being around, I couldn't risk anyone we know finding about any of the things we fantasized about. We ended up visiting a swinger club out of town, which was so exciting but also nerve-wracking. We played a little there, but nothing really with other guys.
A few years ago, hubby apparently made a friend at work, Marcus, and they eventually ended up talking about relationships. Hubby decided the guy was trustworthy enough, and single, to see if I might be interested in just texting and chatting. After LOTS of worrying and overthinking, two things I'm VERY good at, I decided to dip a toe in and told hubby he could give the guy my number.
We ended up talking about regular stuff for a while, and he was great. Funny. Easy to talk to. Things progressed very slowly, and we started flirting a bit. I wasn't sure exactly what hubby told him, but he was great about testing boundaries without overstepping. I'd never seen more than a face pic, so when I asked for a better picture, I was very pleasantly surprised. Tall and built very well. And good-looking. I'm a little more curvy than I would prefer, so I was worried about sending pics of me, but he was incredibly complimentary about everything I sent. It felt better than I expected to get those kinds of responses from someone other than hubby.
Being the overly-cautious person I am (see above about the worrying and overthinking), we kept texting and flirting over the course of a couple months. The pics we sent back and forth got progressively more risqué, and I kept worrying he'd decide I wasn't as attractive or sexy as he hoped. But his responses kept being exactly what I needed to hear.
Because all good things have to end, he ended up getting a new job out of state. I was really close to finally deciding to maybe meet in person and possibly getting physical, but my anxiety and fear kept me from doing it. After he was gone, we still texted some, but he found a girlfriend and ended up getting married, so we stopped talking.
Now to the part you all are really wanting for. This past weekend, hubby says we're going out to a nice place for dinner and drinks and dancing if I'm up for it. I like looking good for him, and I know he loves when I show off in public, so I dressed in something a little more revealing than I normally wear. He definitely seemed to appreciate it, and we headed out.
Dinner was great. Perfectly cooked steak and a few drinks. Also, a few appreciative looks from the waiter and a couple other guys, which always help make me feel good. Then we headed to a club and ended up at the bar for a few more drinks.
Within a couple minutes of us sitting down, a guy behind me asks if he can buy me a drink. I turn around to find Marcus sitting right there in person. I squeal and throw my arms around him to give him a big hug. His muscular arms wrapped around me and lifted me off the stool. I knew he was over six feet, but I didn't quite realize how much taller than my 5'4" until he was holding me several inches off the floor and I was still much shorter than him.
After he set me back down, hubby tells me he heard that Marcus was coming back to town for the weekend, so they arranged to surprise me. Marcus joined us and we caught up. Talked about his job, which he enjoyed, and that he and his wife had split up a year earlier after they realized they just weren't a great fit for each other.
When it was about time to go, I was disappointed that the night was ending. I'd never met Marcus in person, and he was even better-looking and more charming than he had been via text. I missed our conversations and his attention more than I realized.
When Marcus mentioned there was a bar at his hotel and we should go back there for a couple more drinks, I couldn't hide my excitement and agreed way too fast. Hubby found it hilarious. We headed back there and got a table. Marcus said the drinks were on him, so I maybe ended up having a couple more, and I was feeling very good.
With my head a little fuzzy, I didn't entirely follow how the conversation got to a place where hubby started talking about how amazing my boobs are. I was embarrassed, but a little too drunk to be too embarrassed. Marcus said he'd only seen pics with clothes on, so he couldn't say for sure, but he agreed. I tried to change the subject, but hubby wouldn't let it go.
Hubby finally said that if I didn't believe him how amazing they were, Marcus would tell me the truth, but he needed to actually see them. I said I wasn't about to flash them in the bar, even though there were only a few other people there. Without missing a beat, Marcus leaned in and said in a low, incredibly seductive voice that his room was right upstairs.
It got very quiet for a few seconds with both of them staring at me, waiting to see what I would say. Deciding to ignore the voice in my head telling me all the things that could go wrong, I said let's go.
The ride in the elevator was quiet, with Marcus standing very close to me. He really was so much taller than me. And wide. I felt little standing next to him. When I felt his hand brush against my ass, electricity shot through my entire body.
Once in the room and the door closed behind us, Marcus' personality changed. The polite and well-mannered guy vanished. He sat down on the bed and told me to come over to him. With butterflies in my stomach and my legs shaking, I did. Hubby sat down in the chair across from us. Even sitting on the bed, he was almost as tall as me.
When his big hands touched my legs, I almost jumped. They slowly slid up toward my ass and then back down. He said it's time to see what he's been thinking about and fantasizing about for years, and he told me to take my top off.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I'd agreed to come up her and show him my boobs, but his assertive and demanding tone made me want to do a whole lot more than that. I felt suddenly powerless. And more excited than I realized by that.
I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor behind me. He told me to remove the bra. I unhooked the lacy black bra, but let it hang there a few seconds. i was about to cross the threshold where I couldn't go back. I realized I didn't want to go back, and I let the bra fall to the floor.
The growl of desire and appreciation that came from Marcus left my knees weak and my willpower even weaker. I hadn't been like that in front of anyone but hubby in so long. The hunger in his eyes as he looked me up and down felt incredible. I wanted more of that. I craved it.
Even though I was standing right in front of him, he asked how he was supposed to get a good look with me so far away. When I started to step in closer between his legs, he closed his knees together. Looking down, I realized my only choice was to straddle him.
Climbing on the bed with a knee on either side of his legs, I scooted closer, and he growled again. His big hands grazed my ass and ran up my back, sending tingles through my body and raising goosebumps on my flesh. His huge hands came around to the front and engulfed my tits. My eyes closed and I let out a sigh of pleasure.
He widened his legs, opening mine even further and making my skirt ride up. Then he grabbed my ass and pulled me down and closer, and I yelped in surprise. His hands returned to my tits, slowly squeezing and kneading them. My mouth opened, and a groan of pleasure escaped.
As he groped me, Marcus adjusted on the bed, and I suddenly felt something hard pressing against my panties. It felt big, and he shifted his hips, it rubbed up and down my aching pussy and made contact with my clit. I gasped. He pushed against me a little harder, and I couldn't stop myself from pushing back and rubbing my pussy against his cock.
Without a word, he took one of my hands and put it down between my legs and on his cock. It was so hard and thick. I'd never gotten around to asking for a pic of his cock when we had been texting before, and I immediately regretted it. I wanted to see it. Feel it without the clothes. I stroked it as much as possible from that position.
When Marcus slowly eased me off his lap, I whimpered in disappointment. It couldn't be over already. We weren't done, were we? Then he scooted back farther up on the bed and slid his pants off. I could see the outline of his cock in his boxers, and it felt like my mouth started watering. I couldn't believe how my body was responding to what was happening.
When he slid his boxers off and his cock sprang free, I licked my lips in anticipation. I'd never had anything that big in my mouth before. Hubby was about average size, but he had great stamina and kept me satisfied. I'd never really had any issues before. But seeing that bigger cock, so thick and hard, I just wanted to touch it and taste it and feel it throb as it came.
Neither of us said a word, and I climbed on the bed between his legs and crawled to his cock. I couldn't even get my hand entirely around it when I gripped it. The skin felt hot and soft, but his cock was hard. I leaned down and slowly licked in and then eased it into my mouth.
For the first time in my life, I had a cock other than hubby in my mouth, and the feeling was unbelievable. It was a little longer than hubby, so I wasn't going to be able to go too deep, but it was much thicker. I had to work to get my mouth around it.
I started slowly at first, going up and down a little as I licked the underside of the shaft. Marcus moaned again. I looked up at him, and he was lying back with his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. I kept easing it in and out, getting a little more in each time until it finally hit the back of my throat and I nearly gagged. I took a little less and just started licking and sucking, needing to get him off to feel his warm cum in my mouth.
When I felt something touch my ass, I was caught off guard. Then I felt fingers sliding up and down my pussy, and I remembered hubby was here. I'd completely forgotten about him once Marcus sat down. I looked back and saw hubby standing behind me.
Closing my eyes, I just let go and enjoyed the feeling of the hot, hard cock in my mouth and hubby's fingers rubbing my pussy. When hubby's fingers slid forward and touched my clit, I gasped again and moaned. My pussy ached for attention.
I felt my panties get pulled to the side, and hubby's fingers slowly teased me. A whimper escaped around the massive cock in my mouth. I was surprised when I felt a tongue slide the length of my slit, from the clit to my ass, and another moan escaped. It felt amazing.
Hubby kept licking and sucking my pussy as I worked on Marcus' cock. As good as hubby was at licking my pussy and knowing all the right spots to hit, I needed him to fuck me. I pulled Marcus' cock out of my mouth and begged him to fuck me. The licking immediately stopped. I went back to sucking, and then felt hubby's cock slide into my pussy, and I moaned again.
The feeling of sucking Marcus' cock while getting fucked was indescribable. I wanted to make sure I did a good job for Marcus, and he liked my blowjob, but after a little bit of getting fucked, I just couldn't focus anymore on sucking. I took his cock out of my mouth and just held on with my face resting against in on his stomach, grunting and moaning with each thrust as hubby fucked me harder and faster.
When I finally came, it hit me hard and fast, and I just yelled for hubby to cum in my pussy. I felt him give a few more hard thrusts, and then his cock started twitching. Feeling him cum in my sent me over the edge again, and I ended up having back-to-back orgasms. I collapsed onto Marcus as hubby emptied himself into me.
Hubby finally pulled out, and I felt his cum leaking out of me and down my legs. I tried to move, but my body refused to respond. I knew I needed to finish Marcus off, but I needed a little more time to recover. But instead, he leaned near my ear and softly growled that it was his turn to fill my pussy.
With my limp body lying on the bed, Marcus eased out from under me and moved around behind me. My body practically quivered with anticipation. I knew I had just been blowing him, but blowing another guy and fucking another guy were two completely different things. I was so conflicted, but my pussy needed to get fucked again, and I knew hubby was not going to be ready for a while.
He rubbed the head of his cock between my lips and I gasped and groaned again. He asked if I was ready and I just nodded. He said he wanted to hear me say it. When I said yes, he said that wasn't enough. He wanted me to say I wanted him to fuck me with his big cock. I couldn't help myself. I needed his cock in my. I told him I needed to get fucked.
When his thick cock slowly slid in, it felt so full and stretched. I'd never felt anything like it before. And it just kept going. And going. Another orgasm came out of nowhere and hit me again as his cock stretched me to my limits and filled my pussy, and I screamed in pleasure. He just waited like that for my orgasm to subside, and then he started to fuck me.
The sex was amazing. Hubby was great, and always made me cum. And I had a big dildo I used sometimes, but real is just so much better. But the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy, using hubby's cum as lubrication to make accepting his bigger size much easier, was so intense and erotic I felt another orgasm start building again.
Marcus grabbed my hips, and his thrusts started off slow and deep, sliding all the way out and then back in. He slowly increased speed and intensity, and after a couple minutes, he was fucking me hard. I grunted and groaned and moaned in pleasure as I enjoyed every time his cock slammed into me. Another orgasm hit, and he just kept going.
When my fifth orgasm of the night started building, Marcus pulled out and flipped me over and pulled me to the end of the bed. He held my legs open, and I watched his big cock slid into me, making me moan again.
He changed his speed and intensity, slowing down. He pushed his cock as deep into me as he could. I could practically feel it in my stomach as it stretched me. The pleasure of being filled like that was so exquisite.
As I got closer and closer to cumming, Marcus asked if I wanted him to cum in my pussy. When I nodded, he said he wanted to hear me say it. I begged him to cum in my pussy. I told him I needed it. I needed to feel his cum in me. He sped up again and quickly pushed me closer and closer.
He told me to tell him again what I wanted. I told him to use my pussy however he wanted, and I needed him to cum in me. When he told me how good I was and how well I was taking his big cock, I lost it, and my orgasm hit me at the same time he came. The feeling of his cum filling my pussy made me cum even harder. My orgasm seemed to last forever, and he just kept cumming.
Partway through, he pulled out and finished cumming on my stomach. I was too exhausted to move. I felt his cum leaking out of me, and it felt like a lot. When I looked, he left a lot on my stomach too. I had no idea anyone could cum that much.
I was in no condition to do anything other than pass out, covered and filled with more cum than I'd ever seen in my life. I couldn't believe what we just did, but I didn't regret it for a second. Hubby kissed me and put a blanket over me and told me how amazing I was. I pulled the blanket tight and then was out. I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be the last time we did something like that, and I couldn't wait for the next opportunity.
