I would never have cheated on my husband in a million years. At least not unless my judgment was seriously impaired at the time. I discovered long ago that with too much to drink almost anything is possible. Beyond that, I was way too honest a person to ever carry out a deception like cheating. However, playing the role of a cheating wife when, in actuality, my husband knew all about it, got easier and easier as time went on. I was always careful to make it clear to any men I got close to that I was not interested in a relationship other than a sexual one, along with simple friendship of course. If anyone showed any sign of having persistent designs on me in any other way, the relationship would soon be cut short.
There were a few of those over the years but not many. Most of the guys I got together with were very happy to relate to me on a purely sexual level, fellow erotic adventurers so to speak, especially when they realized it was that or nothing. In the latter part of the eighties when I began to work as a sales professional, I met a lot of friendly, ambitious, attractive men, some as colleagues but most as clients or potential clients. Playing the part of the "cheating wife" was very easy, not to mention convenient, in that environment.
For a while I worked as an Account Executive for a business publication, selling advertising to an established territory. A large part of that territory was in another city more than 150 km away. I had to travel there regularly to make sales calls, often staying over at least one night to save on travel time. I didn't really care for the job although I was very good at it but I did enjoy meeting my clients, most of them that is. The vast majority of them were medium-sized business owners and executives and most were very friendly and interesting to talk to. Almost all were men and for some of them I am sure that I was a bright spot in their day.
My libido was at a very high level during that period and I used to love flirting with men that I liked and found attractive. There was a guy named Greg whom I used to call upon who, for some reason was particularly attractive to me. He wasn't especially good-looking but had a great sense of humour and an intriguing personality. He handled the advertising for a cluster of related companies, several of which my company had long-standing contracts with. At first I used to call on him at once a month to make sure his needs were taken care of and ensure the continuity of the contracts.
Greg was always a fun guy to chat with and I always looked forward to seeing him. He tended to be quite forward and subtly let me know he was interested in me the first time I was in his office. Nothing happened between us then but I began to tease and flirt with him a little more each time I was in his office after that. I could tell that he loved it and looked forward to my visits. It was obvious when he suggested that he would be a happier customer if I called on him every two weeks rather than just once a month, the way I had been.
After that first time, when I was there for a meeting, before I walked into his office I would unbutton a few of the top buttons on my blouse. With the help of a low-cut push-up type bra, he couldn't possibly not notice the amount of cleavage I would be showing him. Normally, at work, I used to wear my skirts fairly long back then, knee-length or just above but I always wore stockings and garters rather than pantyhose. Whenever I crossed my legs I would make sure he would get a glimpse up my skirt or dress. The first time I did it I could tell that he noticed my garters and stockings by the way his eyes got wide as he stared directly up my skirt. I almost laughed out loud when he suddenly forgot what he was talking about and started to stutter and stammer.
These erotic games went on for a couple of months before anything significant actually happened between Greg and I. Once it did however, there was no going back for either of us. The first time we had sex he actually got a hotel room and we spent at least a couple of hours doing just about everything sexual we could think of. Primarily we spent the time fucking in every position we could think of and that we could achieve in that hotel room. After that first get-together, we rarely took so much time as that for our fun and games. Both of us had demanding jobs and simply couldn't afford to take that much time out of our day, unless it was a special occasion of course.
Wow. We certainly made use of the time we had though. Greg was an unusually imaginative guy and could be incredibly bold at times. I can't help but shake my head and smile when I think back about the things we used to do. My husband, Mike, used to love hearing about it. On the day I got back from my regular sales trip to Greg's city, he could hardly wait to hear about my day and I could hardly wait to tell him. We would try to force ourselves to wait until the kids were in bed before we started talking about it as it invariably led to some very hot sex.
There were a number of other guys that I had hot fun with over the time that I worked in that position but Greg was unquestionably the most adventurous. I will definitely be writing more about some of things that happened between Greg and I in future updates.
Showing posts with label mini-skirt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mini-skirt. Show all posts
Fun With Home Renovations
Back when my husband first began to hint that he might like me to have sex with other men, I must say I was a little confused by it. I had been brought up to assume that being married meant that I would never be able to consider such things, and still stay married that is. I was very happy with my marriage to Mike and wasn't interested in risking it for anything. That is not to say that I was never sexually attracted to other guys. I just considered sexual fidelity to be an inescapable part of the marital arrangement.
That began to change when we had our first experience swinging with another couple. One night after going out dancing with a couple who were our best friends at the time, we ended up coming back to our place and swapping partners for the night. We had all had a little too much to drink which certainly helped it along. Nevertheless, all of us were well-aware of what we were doing and sincerely wanted to do it at the time.
Surprisingly enough, that first experiment worked out very well, considering it was the first time for both us and the other couple. We all had a lot of fun with it. The next day, once we got over the initial shock at what had transpired, all four of us were very happy with it and excited about the possibilities in the future. Mike was extremely pleased and excited about how well I did with Rick and how much fun I had doing it. In fact, he was more excited about my newly-expressed willingness and enthusiasm for sex with other men than he was about his own possibilities of having sex with other women.
Wow, pleasing my man by having sex with other men. It almost boggled my mind at first but I soon began to appreciate and accept his perspective. I still didn't fully understand it but I came to know that he was truly sincere and very pleased and excited about the expansion of my sexual horizons. He didn't think less of me. Quite the contrary, he seemed to appreciate and admire me more than ever. How could I complain?
A week or two after that, Mike brought up the possibility of my having sex with another one of his friends, Frank. In fact, Frank was an old friend to both of us, going back to when we were single. I was in the same class as Frank in high school and Mike got to know him well when they both got their first full-time job at the same company. Mike was so happy when I agreed, especially when I assured him that I really wanted to, that I wasn't doing it just to please him.
I remember the day it happened like yesterday. Our daughter was away at school and Mike and I were both on a day off from work. Frank was off as well that day and Mike had asked him to come over to help with a home renovation project he had going. Mike had discussed the possibilities with Frank before so he had a pretty good idea what might be going on. I had no doubt that Frank would want to have sex with me. We had teased each other with hints and sexual innuendos for years. We liked each other and were attracted to each other sexually. Nothing had never happened between us and both of us had accepted that nothing ever would after I got married to Mike.
I was wet with excitement before Frank even got there. I put on my sexiest lingerie with a mini-skirt and button-up blouse over top and a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes. When Frank arrived, Mike told him that there was something else he wanted to do before they got started on the project. When I walked out into the kitchen to greet Frank, he almost fainted. All he could do was nod his head and stammer about how great I looked.
We played a game of strip-poker and, although I am normally very lucky at cards, for some reason it wasn't very long before I was stripped down to just my lingerie. It was a red lacy chemise type of garment, mostly see-through, with just a thong going between my legs. My tits and pussy were plainly visible and neither of the guys could take their eyes off me and were both sporting big erections. Mike was shuffling the cards for another hand when I moved over and unzipped Frank's pants, freeing his throbbing hard cock. He had a nice sized member and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it. I immediately bent over and took it into my mouth and began sucking it like a big lolipop.
I was on fire. I wanted Frank's cock inside me more than almost anything at that moment. Knowing my husband would be pleased with my unabashed sexuality, I didn't waste any time. I led Frank by his cock into the bedroom and lay back on the bed with my knees pulled up and my legs spread wide. The thong on my lingerie was loose enough to be easily pulled over to allow access to my pussy which was literally dripping with excitement. We fucked for a long while with Mike watching wide-eyed, his stiff cock in his hand. Frank surprised me a little with his stamina and I lost all track of time until I heard Mike say that we were running out of time and had to finish up.
Our daughter was due to arrive home on the school bus around 3:20pm and by then it was a few minutes after 3. Frank started fucking me with renewed vigor and within a minute we both came. I had cum several times before but the feel of his cock spasming with orgasm and spurting me full of semen pushed me over the edge again to an absolutely explosive climax. By the time we came to our senses, we had to hustle to clean up and get ready. When my daughter, about eight years old at the time, arrived home, everything was perfectly normal. Mike and Frank were in the basement working and I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I could feel Frank's load oozing out into my panties but I kept as much inside me as I could, hoping that Mike would have a chance to fuck me while it was still there. There was something that felt very naughty about having sex with my husband, my pussy lubricated by another man's cum. I was beginning to understand my husband's strange desires a little. I thought he would appreciate it and a couple of hours later I found out that I was right.
That was the very first time I was fucked by another man in front of my husband. It has happened on many occasions since that afternoon back in 1982 but I'll never forget that first time. It felt like the beginning of something good and our experiences over the years since then have proven how true that feeling really was.
That began to change when we had our first experience swinging with another couple. One night after going out dancing with a couple who were our best friends at the time, we ended up coming back to our place and swapping partners for the night. We had all had a little too much to drink which certainly helped it along. Nevertheless, all of us were well-aware of what we were doing and sincerely wanted to do it at the time.
Surprisingly enough, that first experiment worked out very well, considering it was the first time for both us and the other couple. We all had a lot of fun with it. The next day, once we got over the initial shock at what had transpired, all four of us were very happy with it and excited about the possibilities in the future. Mike was extremely pleased and excited about how well I did with Rick and how much fun I had doing it. In fact, he was more excited about my newly-expressed willingness and enthusiasm for sex with other men than he was about his own possibilities of having sex with other women.
Wow, pleasing my man by having sex with other men. It almost boggled my mind at first but I soon began to appreciate and accept his perspective. I still didn't fully understand it but I came to know that he was truly sincere and very pleased and excited about the expansion of my sexual horizons. He didn't think less of me. Quite the contrary, he seemed to appreciate and admire me more than ever. How could I complain?
A week or two after that, Mike brought up the possibility of my having sex with another one of his friends, Frank. In fact, Frank was an old friend to both of us, going back to when we were single. I was in the same class as Frank in high school and Mike got to know him well when they both got their first full-time job at the same company. Mike was so happy when I agreed, especially when I assured him that I really wanted to, that I wasn't doing it just to please him.
I remember the day it happened like yesterday. Our daughter was away at school and Mike and I were both on a day off from work. Frank was off as well that day and Mike had asked him to come over to help with a home renovation project he had going. Mike had discussed the possibilities with Frank before so he had a pretty good idea what might be going on. I had no doubt that Frank would want to have sex with me. We had teased each other with hints and sexual innuendos for years. We liked each other and were attracted to each other sexually. Nothing had never happened between us and both of us had accepted that nothing ever would after I got married to Mike.
I was wet with excitement before Frank even got there. I put on my sexiest lingerie with a mini-skirt and button-up blouse over top and a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes. When Frank arrived, Mike told him that there was something else he wanted to do before they got started on the project. When I walked out into the kitchen to greet Frank, he almost fainted. All he could do was nod his head and stammer about how great I looked.
We played a game of strip-poker and, although I am normally very lucky at cards, for some reason it wasn't very long before I was stripped down to just my lingerie. It was a red lacy chemise type of garment, mostly see-through, with just a thong going between my legs. My tits and pussy were plainly visible and neither of the guys could take their eyes off me and were both sporting big erections. Mike was shuffling the cards for another hand when I moved over and unzipped Frank's pants, freeing his throbbing hard cock. He had a nice sized member and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it. I immediately bent over and took it into my mouth and began sucking it like a big lolipop.
I was on fire. I wanted Frank's cock inside me more than almost anything at that moment. Knowing my husband would be pleased with my unabashed sexuality, I didn't waste any time. I led Frank by his cock into the bedroom and lay back on the bed with my knees pulled up and my legs spread wide. The thong on my lingerie was loose enough to be easily pulled over to allow access to my pussy which was literally dripping with excitement. We fucked for a long while with Mike watching wide-eyed, his stiff cock in his hand. Frank surprised me a little with his stamina and I lost all track of time until I heard Mike say that we were running out of time and had to finish up.
Our daughter was due to arrive home on the school bus around 3:20pm and by then it was a few minutes after 3. Frank started fucking me with renewed vigor and within a minute we both came. I had cum several times before but the feel of his cock spasming with orgasm and spurting me full of semen pushed me over the edge again to an absolutely explosive climax. By the time we came to our senses, we had to hustle to clean up and get ready. When my daughter, about eight years old at the time, arrived home, everything was perfectly normal. Mike and Frank were in the basement working and I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I could feel Frank's load oozing out into my panties but I kept as much inside me as I could, hoping that Mike would have a chance to fuck me while it was still there. There was something that felt very naughty about having sex with my husband, my pussy lubricated by another man's cum. I was beginning to understand my husband's strange desires a little. I thought he would appreciate it and a couple of hours later I found out that I was right.
That was the very first time I was fucked by another man in front of my husband. It has happened on many occasions since that afternoon back in 1982 but I'll never forget that first time. It felt like the beginning of something good and our experiences over the years since then have proven how true that feeling really was.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
