She looked in the mirror one last time. It had been years since she had been on a "date" at least one that wasn't with her husband. For the 100th time today she wondered why she was doing this. Her husband seemed both excited beyond belief and a bundle of nerves, all at the same time.
How had this happened? She put on her lipstick and thought back to the little steps that brought them to this step. One night in bed they had discussed fantasies, and her husband had had a few cocktails, which perhaps loosened his tongue, and he told her he'd love to see her with another man. She was shocked and repulsed, and that evening's festivities ended right there.
They went months without ever discussing it, and finally one day out of the blue, she asked him why he wanted to see her do that. He explained what a thrill it would be, how he would be jealous but proud all at the same time. He also talked about how she was so sexy and gorgeous and while he knew he satisfied her, he wanted her to be able to fully let herself go sexually, and to be fulfilled totally. They left it at that, and she thought about what he had said. She first was furious at him for even thinking that, but over the next few weeks she noticed more and more men and wondered what they might look like naked, how would they kiss, etc. She was surprised that she found herself getting turned on by these thoughts.
Even later, she brought it up to her husband while they were in bed, and both of them had incredible orgasms. They continued to discuss this in bed, reaping the benefits that came from it. But it was even later that her husband asked her if she would actually consider it, and she surprised herself again by saying that she would. He gave her a few more days to reconsider before bringing it up again. They were both surprised that she agreed yet again.
So, a little over a year after the subject was first brought up, she was sitting here, getting ready for her date. They had posted ads on certain websites, and kept their eyes open for men that caught her fancy. Over time they had met a gentleman through her husband's business contacts. He had no connection to them at all, save for showing up at some of the same networking events, and she liked what she saw.
They talked and chatted, and it was several months before things began to progress. Once they indicated that she was interested, Gerrard, made his move quickly. So tonight, she was going to dinner with him. She had no idea if anything else was going to happen, she thought that he had secured a hotel room in case things went very well. She and her husband had discussed him watching her whenever she was with another man, but this first time, she would be too nervous with him watching. If she was going to do this, she had to focus on herself, and not putting on a show for him.
So now she was dressed, her hair swept up, her makeup done, noticeable, but not tarty. A black cocktail dress draped her frame, with black stockings, and a lacy black bra, panty and garter belt set beneath the form-fitting dress. Sexy, but not slutty 3 1/2" heels rounded out the outfit.
She jumped when she heard the doorbell ring and the muffled sounds that made their way upstairs. After a few minutes she heard her husband entering their bedroom, she could tell he was very excited.
"He's here, I poured him a drink. Are you ready?" Her husband was out of breath and he was visibly shaking he was so excited. She simply nodded, not sure how her voice would sound at the moment and walked towards the staircase.
She held onto the bannister as she descended and saw Gerrard rise as she entered the room. She walked over to him and he kissed her on the cheek.
"You look beautiful," he said. He was dressed in a sharp suit and looked handsome. She felt herself moisten a bit at the thought of possibly seeing him naked later.
"Are you ready?" he asked and she nodded, noting to herself she hadn't said a thing yet. She turned and they walked towards the door. Gerrard and her husband shook hands, and he kissed her on the cheek.
"Don't wait up, I'm not sure when or if I'll be home," she said and was startled at what came out of her mouth. Who was this woman she thought?
They made their way to the car and went downtown for a lovely dinner. The three of them had had dinner several times before, but this time there was a different dynamic involved, there was a palpable sexual tension in the air between the two of them.
Dinner was lovely, and afterwards they went to a small club that played live music, tonight was a jazz combo, not her favorite by far, but it was dark and cozy, the martinis were good, and after a little bit of time, Gerrard had made the first move, putting his arm around her. When she didn't recoil, Gerrard felt emboldened for more, and within fifteen minutes his hand was not only on her thigh, but working it's way progressively higher.
Her breath quickened as she felt her sex moisten at the thought of things moving forward. After another song he pulled her in even closer and they kissed lightly, delicately. She could feel the electricity run through her, much like it was when she was dating before her husband. She had forgotten what this feeling was like.
Their kiss intensified, and his hand worked further up her legs and now underneath her skirt. She could feel his breath catch when he felt the tops of her stockings. She was glad she had followed her husband's advice on this now.
After making out like teenagers for awhile, they broke their kiss, both breathing heavily and Gerrard broke the tense, excited silence. "Would you like to go to my hotel?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she said and went to grab her purse. They made their way to his car, holding hands as they walked out, and began the drive to the Four Seasons where he had indeed secured a room. Along the way, they continued to run their hands along each other. Her hand grazed his crotch several times, and she could feel his cock straining against his pants.
By the next red light, she had focused her ministrations on his cock, playing with it through the pants. She could feel his girth, more than her husband and she was excited to feel him within her. She couldn't get an idea on his length without unsheathing the whole thing.
Gerrard groaned as he felt her play with his cock, and he drove as fast as he could without endangering the two of them.
After what seemed like an eternity they reached the Four Seasons and they left the car with the valet. Once in the elevator, they went at each other again, kissing passionately, his hands roaming all along her body.
She thought of her husband at home and felt a pang of guilt, but then thought again about how he had talked about her doing this, how she had watched his cock erupt when she mentioned fucking another man, and pushed her guilt aside. She was ready for this, she had no idea if she would have gone through with it before, but now she was certain that she wanted Gerrard.
They continued to kiss as they made their way down the hall to Gerrard's room. When he opened the door, she looked at the seemingly cavernous suite that he had reserved and followed him inside.
Their desire consumed them, and they could wait no longer. Once the door was closed, he pushed her back against it, taking her mouth into his, their tongues dueling in passion. She spread her legs and his hand made a beeline to go between them. He quickly worked his way up her thighs to her sopping wet pussy. Her panties were soaked and he quickly pushed them aside and ran his fingers along her outer lips. She moaned into his mouth as he entered her, the first person to enter her other than her husband in nearly a decade. The thought of that alone made her scream out in a pulsating orgasm.
He continued to work his fingers into her, making her moan and groan. He bit at her neck, making her squeal in delight. He brought her to another thundering orgasm before she broke away and dropped to her knees. She had to see his cock, and quickly unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. She quickly pulled down his boxer briefs, smiling at the tell tell wet spot where his precum had escaped.
Once the boxer briefs were on the floor she took in his cock. It was not the longest one she had ever seen, but it was a nice length and thicker than almost any cock she had ever seen. She nibbled at his head, sweeping her tongue around, relishing the salty taste of his precum before taking as much of his manhood into her mouth as she could. She sucked up and down the length of the shaft, careful not to gag, nothing was unsexier to her than that. She took one hand and played with his balls, holding them, caressing them, while running her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
She went at him orally for several minutes before he moaned and said to her, "I'm about to cum, I have to fuck you now!"
He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom within the suite and laid her down on the bed. She began to unzip her dress and slid it from her body while he undressed as well. She pulled the sticky, messy pair of panties from her sex, and deftly unhooked the bra. She was about to unhook her stockings when he put his hand on hers and shook his head. Again she was grateful to her husband for the suggestion he had made earlier.
He climbed on the bed and she gasped at the cock that was inching towards her. Her husband had Gerrard get an STD test, she hated condoms and if she was going to do this, she wanted to go all the way.
His body pressed upon hers and he stopped with his cock just millimeters from piercing her and looked up at her.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, and she could tell that if she had said no he would have stopped. But she wanted nothing of the sort. Instead of answering him with words, she grabbed his cock and guided it into her, making her moan loudly as she felt the thickest cock stretch her walls as it entered her. He was shorter than her husband, but much thicker and when she felt his pubic bone pressing against her clitoral hood, she felt a fullness that she was going to crave.
He looked up at her to make sure she was okay. "Fuck me hard, you feel so good in me!" She screamed as she wrapped her legs around her new lover. Needing no further encouragement, he began to pound deep within her, their bodies thrusting together, finding a rhythm quickly. Their moans and the squishy sounds of their sexes coming together filled the room and it wasn't long before she cried out in another orgasm.
Feeling more sexually empowered than she ever had before, she rolled them over so that she was on top, and readjusted his cock before sliding back down his shaft. He grabbed onto her hips and she began to bounce up and down, squealing again with delight as she impaled herself on his cock. After a few minutes she adjusted her positioning so that she was squatting over him, bouncing up and down on his shaft before she felt another orgasm overtake her.
As she was still in the throes of her orgasm, she could feel him shift and flip her back down on the bed, and slammed his cock deep in her again. He grabbed her legs, and pushed them back, so that her calves were resting on his shoulders. She groaned loudly as she felt him much deeper, and their copulation resumed. After a few more minutes he groaned loudly, "I'm going to cum,"
"Please baby, fill me up, cum in my pussy," she said encouraging him. She didn't even talk like this with her husband, but it felt right in this situation.
He groaned again, loudly, and she could feel his cock spurt and spasm several times. She felt the first jet of cum coat her pussy walls and she screamed as another orgasm wracked her body.
After they each came down from their orgasm, they laid in the bed together, idly chatting and stroking each others' bodies. She realized that she did love this, and wasn't doing this just for her husband. And that this was the first time of many more to come.
She watched and marveled at his recovery speed as his cock began to grow and harden again. She smiled and was about to climb back on him when she thought she would have a bit of fun.
She stood up and walked across the room, finding her purse, which had been tossed carelessly on a chair earlier. She made sure to sway her hips as she walked, giving Gerrard a great view of her nude form clad only in the stockings and garter belt her husband had been so insistent on. As she picked her up her phone she made a decision, whenever she was going to be a hotwife, as her husband had called it, she would wear stockings, as a signal of intentions. But first she still had tonight.
She picked up her phone and sent her husband a quick text before turning her phone on silent. "One load of cum deep in me, why we didn't do this sooner is beyond me. See you tomorrow, time for round 2!"
You're a very talented writer. Your description is engaging and the situations seem plausible. Reading this caused a lot of mixed emotions for me that I see I'm now going to have to analyze. Well done.
ReplyDeleteIs this true or you just made up?
ReplyDeleteVery compelling writing you have, by the way her first time is a hell of a theme, that's why this post is the most visited.
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