About three weeks after I requested a break on swinging, my husband stumbled across an ad he was interested in replying to, asking for a male or couple to fulfill the husband’s fantasies. Again, I gave it a chance, it was going to make him happy to try. They were interested right away and wanted to talk to me after a few days. So D gave them my number and I started exchanging a few texts with them here and there. The husband’s name was probably the sexiest thing about them. Being that it is unique I won’t reveal his actual name, and I can’t even think of a suitable replacement. She was interested in her first girl on girl experience and liked to exchange messages with me about how she wants to go down on me for hours and have me sit on her face.
I was agreeable, I can get into being pleasured but I still don’t yearn for anything like I yearn for a man’s body and touch. I’m lucky I have my strong and sexy husband here to take good care of that yearning! I’m just saying I don’t think about licking pussy, like ever, okay maybe when her head is buried between my legs.
After a few days of texts they propositioned that I allow my husband go to them while I stay back with the kids (never a sitter there when you need them). I didn’t expect them to ask…but I didn’t oppose it. I considered it. It would be hot for him, and they were offering to take pictures so it was like I was there. I trusted them. I personally wasn’t extremely interested in them so when I offered the idea to D I assumed he would say no.
But he went, and he did it. And he will write about it hopefully soon (right honey?…poke!). In short: It was a hot MMF with a few kinky and comical twists. On being the cuckqueen almost, I still feel good, maybe even great about the whole experience of sending him off to be with another couple. But as I mentioned before I did change my mind and asked him to not have sex with her, which he happily obliged.
Then New Years Eve happened right as we were riding the high of this new step in our swinging relationship. After an amazing night at our house party then at the bars, I met a bleach blond rocker girl at an after-party that I really seemed to click with. I got her number and sensed her need to kiss me every time we talked. I really hope to have more to share about her here later, but for now this is all.
The next morning my husband and I had the most amazing, electrifying, gratifying, and wet sex ever. I was so revved up after meeting the sexy blond and making eyes with her, and after having a wonderful night with lots of good friends, and then add in the alcohol and other things running through my system; D made a game of making me squirt that morning. The force with which I gushed told the truth of my attraction to people. He would stick his fingers into me, hooking them up like he does, and he would say the name of a friend, or a couple of friends, my kid’s teacher, or he could even say “that weird drunk guy at the party”. I would moan loudly with variation in pitch and pleading, and push my juices out. I was gushing a sweet truth serum.
On that note, some nights when I squirt there is a small amount of urine mixed in, we can tell by smell. I have gotten into the habit of smelling and tasting my juices just to see what my body is doing. But that morning after I tasted it, I would have bottled my nectar if I could, it was the cleanest fluid I’ve ever lapped from my fingers. It seemed noteworthy for some reason, now I can’t remember the point I was making…
And because my husband is such a slut, just kidding honey, he got to have another cock in his mouth that same week as Green passed through town a day later. This time, even though it was quick, I enjoyed the threesome so much more than others before. Instead of the stolen quick kiss on the lips, my husband allowed Green and I to make out. Obviously that made the experience just a little more arousing for all of us. To be able to be that intimate makes a world of difference in my enjoyment.
When Green left, D and I laid in our bed and talked and touched and loved on each other. Seeing the kissing between Green and I didn’t actually bother him like he thought it would, it turned him on more. Knowing I was more aroused and content with the experience made him feel good too. It really was not a big deal to let me kiss him, not much different than seeing me kiss another woman.
Some how after a few hours of talking we agreed to give a more open-type of relationship a try. Or at least put the idea on the table in the near future as opportunities for either of us arise. The idea of accepting potential opportunity had us giddy the next day. Along the lines of the post on sharing my husband, having this openness cut out so much fear about being a good spouse. I do like to talk to other men sometimes and I do want to be desired by them. I was lucky to have the freedom I had before, but giving my husband that same freedom made me let go of fears over what he could and couldn’t do. I wanted more control over him than I wanted him to enjoy his life with me. That has changed.
Which brings us to the beginning of the next chapter:
The very next day I was having a casual conversation with a friend of mine after getting nice and blazed. She is a new friend, and we are just getting to know her but we have a few shared hobbies and she is basically single. She is hot by both our standards, totally, and has put off a certain vibe to both of us before.
The conversation quickly turned to sex as she revealed she wasn’t that experienced and had a very high sex drive but no one to share it with. Maybe it was because I’ve read a few stories like this, but maybe because I was still on the high of Green’s last visit and the conversation D and I had about opening our relationship, but I couldn’t hold back much longer… and then she talked about masturbating several times a day…I couldn’t resist. I said, “it really sounds like I should share my husband with you.”
She giggled and turned a little pink in the cheeks. We deflected the conversation a bit, but as I predicted (to myself) about an hour after she left my house she sent me a message thanking me for the “interesting conversation”. I knew she was interested in more than conversation.
We had the talk via text, about what I was thinking when I mentioned “sharing“, about how my husband shares me so I’m toying with the idea of sharing him. How I would rather do a threesome but I know she isn’t into girls. I did say it was hard to imagine him fucking another woman, but I wasn’t opposed to it. The question is where and when I think at this point. I want to discuss the idea further with her in person but I think it could work out very well. I like to think I’m helping out a new friend, which makes me feel good.
So there is the long and short of it! We are almost all caught up now on the sex life of G and D!
Hugs and kisses!!