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. On a few occasions I have even taken part in threesomes with my husband and another man.
I got home from work 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’d had men bring me to orgasm before; before I was married. 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, whispering to myself over and over, “Fuck me, fuck me!” almost feeling the warmth his own climax entering 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 I stepped out of the tub and dried myself.
I remember walking to the dresser saying to myself, “So, he wants 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!” I 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 stockings. I went back to the bathroom and shaved my legs then my pussy; which I’ve kept nice and smooth 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, thinking the outfit was for him, asked, “What is the occasion?” I told him, “I decided to give you what he always wanted. Now get ready before I change 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!”