The next Saturday, my husband dropped our kids off with a neighbor while I prepared myself for my date with Jim. When he arrived, he handed me a gift. "You're all I could think about all week. It would be my honor if you could wear it under your clothes tonight," he told me before giving me a passionate kiss.

It was a black lingerie set that looked very sexy. If it hadn't been given to me by a man I hadn't had sex with, it would have been inappropriate, so I was slightly embarrassed that a man who I just met a week prior would buy me some lingerie and my husband would be okay with it.

"Wow, you look fantastic," the guys said in unison.

"You had better get dressed, or I can't promise we will make the restaurant," Jim said, making me blush. As I slipped my dress on over the lingerie, I felt both naughty and sexy knowing his gift would be next to my intimate parts.

My husband then walked up behind me and whispered in my ear so Jim could hear, "You belong to Jim tonight." He then ran his hand over my shoulders and down my arms, making me swoon with his next words as his hand went to where my legs joined, "Every sexy inch of you."

Of course, my husband, always a step ahead, offered to drive to the restaurant since he knew I wouldn't go without him. "You two sit in back since it's your date; I'll be happy to be your chaperone, but I don't want you to hold back just because I'm here."

I was concerned about being seen sitting in the back seat with a man who I had been intimate with, knowing what was to come later that evening. But as we drove off, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my husband's understanding and support in making our date night special.

As we sat in the back, Jim was discreet but couldn't resist touching and kissing me. "I'm sorry," he told Mike, "but I can't keep my hands off of your beautiful wife," he said as he kissed my lips when no cars were around and subtly touched my body. Gradually, Jim put his hands between my legs and moved them up my dress as my husband drove, eventually putting a finger against my damp panties that he had purchased for me before slithering around the fabric, past my labia, and into my vagina.

Then, Jim convinced me to tell my husband what he was doing as I squirmed in my seat, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. "He's fingering your wife's pussy, babe," I told Mike.

"I know, I can hear how wet your pussy is from up here and smell your excitement; I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Mike responded, his voice filled with desire. My heart raced as I realized that my husband was not only aware of what was happening but also turned on by it. Jim continued fingering me until I was on the verge of orgasm before pulling away.

"Later, I want you begging for it," he told me as he removed his fingers from my throbbing pussy.

While at the dinner table, Jim and I sat together and acted as if we were the couple instead of my husband and me. We were far enough away from home that I felt comfortable with his arm around me and his hand on my bare thigh while under the table. Mike enjoyed watching us, later telling me that it was like spying on his wife right in front of her.

As we drove back to our apartment, the physical connection between Jim and me ramped up with our desires for each other. The sun was now down, so he felt comfortable playing with my body, and I'm sure a few drivers got an unexpected view of what we were doing in the back seat. Between kissing, he pushed my dress off of my shoulder so my breast was bared. He then took my nipple into his mouth and sucked while his fingers played between my open thighs.

"You're soaking wet," he said as he rubbed the panties covering my mound. He was still a gentleman but knew what he wanted and knew that I wanted the same thing: to be taken in the most primal way possible.

Taking his cock out and stuffing it into my mouth was also something I didn't think I had in me, but there I was, sucking another man as we sat at a red light. Of course, my husband took the opportunity to stop next to a large, lifted truck, and Jim later told me that when he put his hand on my head and guided me up and down his cock, the guy in the passenger side was watching, which only turned me on more.

We finally arrived back at our place, and none too soon. I was practically shaking out of my skin with anticipation, but the guys wouldn't let me off the hook; they wanted me virtually pleading for release before they took me.

While the guys sat on the couch, Jim directed me to strip right there in front of them in our living room. Hubby said my eyes were glazed over, and he hadn't ever remembered seeing me with that look of total uninhibited lust as I succumbed to Jim's every request. My shoes came off, and my dress hit the floor, leaving me only in the lingerie as I stood before the two men.

Jim slowly stood and walked to me as my body shook with anticipation, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The air was thick with tension as I awaited his next move, feeling both anxious and exhilarated at the same time. He slowly and painstakingly caressed every inch of my body until my nipples were painfully hard and the moisture from my vagina soaked the material between my legs.

Stepping behind me so that I was facing my husband, he leaned me against his chest before putting his hands between my legs. "Soon," he whispered in my ear as he easily slid two fingers between my folds. My eyes were closed as I grasped his arm, feeling his muscles tense as his fingers sloshed inside of my soaking wet pussy.

"Open your eyes, look at your husband; he wants to see you lose control," he told me. Mike's smoldering eyes watched as another man's hands moved aggressively between his wife's legs. We could all hear the wetness sloshing as I was fingered. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a whorish moan as I felt my juices trickling down my legs. My orgasm consumed me as I collapsed into Jim's arms. He then picked me up and walked me into my bedroom, laying me on the bed before peeling the rest of the clothing off my body, kissing every bit of skin that came into view.

That night, Jim completely owned my body while my husband watched his wife burn with forbidden desire. He witnessed another man do things to me that no other man should be permitted to do. Even though Jim had penetrated my intimacy just a week prior, I looked over at my husband in a state of panic as Jim pressed the tip of his cock against my opening. My panic soon turned to lust as my entrance was pushed to the side in place of his engorged, thick cock. The feeling of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy as he began to thrust inside with a primal determination that left me breathless.

The intensity of his motions sent waves of pleasure through my body, with each rhythmic thrust pushing me closer to the brink of complete satisfaction. As I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him, I could feel the tension rising within me, waiting to erupt in a violent climax. His hands slipped beneath my hips, both grasping my ass while guiding his cock deeper into my depths.

For four hours he paced himself as he fucked me in different positions, each one more exhilarating than the last, as he skillfully brought me to climax over and over again. While I was on my hands and knees being thrust into from behind, I felt the bed move in front of me. Hello there, my dear, my husband said as he presented himself to my open mouth. Having two men's cocks in each end was something that most women only dream about in fantasies and stolen moments of masturbation.

I was played with off and on until I couldn't move anymore. We would rest for a little while, then make out until Jim was again balls deep inside of my tight, gripping pussy.

The first time that Jim needed to cum, he asked, "I've got a big one for you, babe; where can I put it?"

I looked at my husband with my legs wrapped around Jim's hips, Mike said, "Go for it, fill her pussy."

"It would be my pleasure to fuck my cum into your wife, Mike," he said as he started thrusting harder until he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Here it is, babe," Jim groaned as he released his seed, filling me until it was forced out from my pussy to coat his thrusting cock. I lay there, spent and satisfied, feeling the evidence of our passionate encounter between my legs.

I can't begin to tell you how naughty it felt as another man's cock surged inside of my pussy, knowing that I was being filled with a man's cum who wasn't my husband. There's one feeling that I will never get tired of: the feel when a man pulls his cock out of my pussy, releasing his potent seed that was soaking my cervix, allowing it to run down my ass.

Jim had sucked my breasts, leaving marks close to my nipples, and my lips were chapped and dry from the extensive kissing. Nonetheless, the illicit thrill of being with another man, coupled with the intense sensation of my intimate area being stretched and filled, rendered it all worthwhile. The guilt would come later, but in that moment, I was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being thoroughly fucked by someone who wasn't my husband. I don't know how many loads Jim fed my pussy, but it was more than I had ever taken in a single night.

When Jim finally got dressed and ready to leave, all I could do was lie there in a fetal position as Mike walked him out after we had said our goodbyes. When hubby came to bed, we just cuddled, knowing that words were unnecessary until we both fell asleep.

The following day, my body felt as if it had undergone an intense workout, which, in a way, it had. It was a distinctly erotic experience, especially since I could still feel the lingering sensations of another man being inside of me.

"Wow," I said, "did last night really happen?" I was so embarrassed at how I acted and couldn't explain it. It couldn't have been me who acted like that. It was as if, on the way to the restaurant, my brain told me, "I got this; you go to sleep, and I'll wake you when we're done."

Jim and I talked a few more times as we tried to get together again, but he was in the process of being transferred out, so we were unable to do so. In a way, I was relieved because of the way I lost control in his arms. It wasn't just the sex; it was the intimacy of the kissing that concerned me the most. At this point in my journey, I was unable to distinguish between lust and genuine feelings of connection. The emotional vulnerability I experienced with Jim left me feeling overwhelmed and unsure of my own emotions.

After several months of out-of-this-world reclaim sex with my husband, I again fell back into my church beliefs. Once again, my husband showed how patient he could be. Our sex life was still pleasant, at least I thought so, but he knew that there was a vixen hiding inside of me just waiting to be let out.

A few years later, another man entered my life through employment with my husband, evoking memories of what I used to fantasize about as a high school teenager. This new man stirred up feelings and desires that had long been dormant, until now.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you acquire the courage to fully embrace your desires and explore your sexuality without any guilt or shame. Remember, communication and honesty are key in maintaining a fulfilling and satisfying relationship with your partner.

Kisses, Kara Sweet