~Testing the Waters~

A married couple discuss the idea of exploring some sexual fantasies. He decides to test his wifes limitations, and more,... much more.

"That man in the blue suit is staring at my legs," I whispered to my husband across the table.
"... I see him now," he replied.
"I dare you to flash him some thigh," my husband whispered.
"...Would that turn you on?" I asked.
"Oh yes honey, please!" he replied.

My husband (Keith) and I were out celebrating our 7th Anniversary. Over the past few months, we've discussed the possibility of exploring some sexual fantasies together. I confessed that I was a bit of an exhibitionist at times. He admitted he had a thing for voyeurism, we made a great team.

As we ate dinner, I noticed that man gazing at my legs. He had the perfect angle too. "Do you really want me to flash him?" I asked. My husband quickly nodded his head, "Please Carrie, I want to see his reaction," he replied. (I can't believe I'm hearing this. What is my husband thinking?), I thought to myself. We've discussed exploring, but this was so spontaneous. (I'm really turned on though, I can't believe he wants me to flash him!)

My fork was shaking in my hand. "I want him to think you're not aware," I whispered across the table. I rested my fork beside my plate. My husband gleamed knowing I was going to do it. I glanced in that mans direction to establish eye contact. I smiled softly, he smiled in return. The female sitting with him was facing the other direction, I'm certain she was his wife. I held his attention by feathering my fingertips just above my knee. I took a sip of wine, gazing into oblivion,...then I slowly slid my fingers, pulling my dress, and flashed that man some thigh indeed.

"Oh my god, look at his reaction!" my husband said, as he stared from the corner of his eye. "He's squirming in his seat!" my husband squealed so joyfully. My pulse was racing, "is he still looking?" I asked. "Oh yeah," he replied. "I can't believe you did that, THAT was so hot," he whispered across the table. I motioned for Keith to lean my way, "I'm wet," I cautiously whispered. "Serious???" he replied. "Oh honey, we have to do this again sometime," he said so eagerly as he continued to watch that mans expression. I smiled and winked "Happy Anniversary," I said as I held up my glass of wine. "Oh god honey, Happy Anniversary to you too!!!" he said so cheerfully.

He praised me all the way home for fulfilling his wish. "Did you see his face?" he kept asking. As soon as we got home, we raced to the bedroom. My husband started talking about that man while he fucked me from behind. I had to admit, it was turning me on. I knew our marriage was about to get spicy.

About a week later, we were sitting at the drive-thru at a fast-food restaurant. He kept peering at my legs. "Whatcha thinkin'?" I asked. He reached over and raised my dress really high, "I wanna see their reaction, okay?" he asked. I just smirked, "you're so naughty." "Oh honey, leave it just like that okay?" he begged. I slanted my eyes and licked my lips, "I love this side of you," he said. (I can't believe we are doing this, and we're married.)

He was counting cars as we sat in line. He was trembling when we pulled up to the first window, he didn't utter a word. That young man certainly enjoyed the view, he was all eyes. 'Wow," he said as he gazed down into the car. When he looked away, we heard, "holy shit!" When we shifted forward, my husband could barely control himself. "My nipples are so hard," I whispered, while blushing with excitement too. "Oh honey, I love this!" he said so anxiously. The guy at the first window must have notified the other, because he was prepared. I began to caress my thigh as we sat at that window. That guy was entranced. As we pulled away I giggled inside, my husband celebrated by pounding the wheel to death. "That was so fucking hot, did you see their faces?" he asked so excitedly. Our relationship changed overnight.

My husband began testing my limitations, yet cautiously so. He began sending me videos of things that he wanted to explore. I viewed them at work as I sat in a bathroom stall, touching myself. I was surprised to see what really turned him on. I began doing the same thing. Soon thereafter, he bought me a sultry dress with a giant split up the thigh. Our pillow talk shifted as well, the temperature began to rise.

"I'd love to watch you," he said one afternoon.
"What are you saying?" I asked. He paused nervously as I stood beside him.
"Does that turn you on when you picture it?" I asked as I caressed his arm.
"You're not mad?" he asked.
I slowly shook my head 'no'... "I understand."

A few days later a pair of Stiletto heels arrived at the front door. "Is there something you want to tell me?" I asked, as I held the shoe box in my hand. He blushed and didn't speak. My body trembled when I put that dress on and slid my feet into those sexy heels. My thoughts were racing, (Is he asking me to display myself again?)

When I entered the den where he was sitting, his expression was riddled with shock. "Oh my god!" he said, his mouth was gaping. There I was, taunting his fantasy as I stood before him. I knew his thoughts were running wild as he stared at that split that ran up my thigh. "Is there a reason why you bought me this dress?" I asked with a curious smile. "I'm begging you to wear that Saturday night," he said so delicately. I ran my finger up that split and gave him a look that made his sizzle, "Saturday night it is," I said, then I left the room. (I don't know what's happening, but it's turning me on. What does he have planned for Saturday?)
My curiosity was growing day by day. Our moments of passion were extra charged. He was counting the days, so was I.

He must have looked at his watch fifty times that Saturday afternoon. "Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" I asked during dinner. "The Red Velvet Tango lounge", he replied with great anticipation. (Now I know why he bought me this dress), I smiled and nodded, "what time shall I be ready?" I asked. "Seven O'clock", he replied. "Seven O'clock it is," I replied. My cooperation was driving him crazy.

My makeup was perfect, that smokey eye, cherry red lipstick and painted nails to match. I dabbed my neck with a killer perfume as I stood in the mirror. (Look at this dress, am I really going out like this???) He heard the click of those Stiletto heels as I strolled down the hallway. I intentionally leaned against the doorway in a taunting pose, "can I ride with you Sailor?" He was stunned, completely stunned. "Are you wearing pantyhose?" he asked. "Suntan, sheer to the waist," I replied as I ran my hand up that split. "PERFECT!" he replied as he stared at my presentation. Never display that much leg when your husband is driving, write that down ladies.

A line of valet guys were lined up on the sidewalk outside the club. "Someone's in for a leg-shot," I said. "Oh Carrie," he said, when he realized what I meant. "I'll do my best," I said playfully. (Am I really going along with this?) This was all new to us.

Some young man held my hand as I stepped out of the car. I did my best alright, he soaked it up. Those velvet ropes were lined with torches along the way. I worked that dress, I did indeed.

When we entered, we were struck by its ambiance immediately. High back chairs, red velvet sofas, cocktail waitresses, and a grand piano. Gorgeous women in designer gowns were perched everywhere and looking fine. "My oh my," I said as I squeezed my husbands hand. As we strolled across the room, those lingering stares were hard to ignore. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling while handsome men leaned against the bar.

We settled into a red velvet sofa. I sat in the middle, Keith sat by the arm. "Look at this place," he said with a grin. It wreaked with seduction and the scent of expensive wine. Cleopatra at two O'clock, Sophia Vergara at Nine, exquisite women were dressed to kill and on display. I crossed my legs and dangled a heel. That split up my dress was bold. (I can't believe my husband is allowing me to dress like this. I don't know where this night is headed, but I'm not going to retreat.)

By 9pm, I was on my second or third glass of wine. We mingled with people nearby, the band was playing, people were dancing. A passing young man plopped down on the sofa beside me, "Hello," he said. "Good evening," I replied. If I had to guess, he was around twenty-five. His name was Brian. He was basking in the scenery all around him. He was funny, he made us laugh with his pubescent charm.

By 10pm, the club was steaming, as a matter of fact, so was I. Showcasing that much leg with my husbands approval was really turning me on. "Ask Brian if he'd like to dance," my husband said into my ear. "Are you sure about that?" I asked. "Absolutely," he replied. (He has never suggested I dance with another man, let alone one half my age. I think he's eager to watch me flirt with him). A rush of arousal swept through my body, "a slow song," my husband added. (I know what's going on now, oh my), I looked at him like, "you know what could happen?" yet he stood his ground. "Brian, my husband wants you to dance with me," I said so nervously. "With me?" he asked. "I'd be honored," he replied. My husband gleamed with joy. (I think Keith set this up without my knowledge, I do),... I said to myself.

A few minutes later Brian led me to the dance floor, by my hand. When I wrapped my arms around his neck his hands landed on my hips. (Oh my, I can't believe this is happening. This young man is holding me so affectionately), I stepped closer and rested my cheek on his beating chest. With every step my pussy was grazing his muscular thigh. I could see my husband watching from the sideline, he was glowing. I trembled when my husband sent me a signal to kiss him. (I can't believe he wants me to kiss him. This young man is holding me so affectionately. If he wants me to do it, I'm gonna go for it, oh god,... I am) I slowly raised my head and kissed Brians lips. (Oh my god, I'm kissing him, his lips are so fresh, omg,... I can't believe I'm doing this,...we're tonguing each others mouths,... what am I doing???...his tongue is so powerful, his hard cock is pressed against my stomach!,....... okay, that's enough!) "What's going on??" he asked. "Relax," I whispered into his ear.

My husband Keith was drooling on the sideline, he was smiling so wide. A few second later I planted another one on Brian. I kissed him so deep. (Oh god, I can't believe I'm kissing him like this. Those lips, wow. What is going on tonight???)

"Such a gentleman," I said as we returned to the sofa. There on the table, was a fresh round of drinks, and my smiling husband. What he whispered in my ear stirred me, "I came in my pants when you kissed him," he said. "Are you serious?" I asked as I stepped back and looked at his trousers. Brian was very puzzled by the moment, but he didn't leave the sofa.

Keith was restless, he kept whispering in my ear. "Rest his hand on your thigh," he said to me. (I'm blown away right now. I can't believe my husband is encouraging me without discussing this first. I'm so turned on yet I'm nervous too), "Are you sure???" I asked openly. (I'm sopping wet right now. My thigh is here for all to see. I just kissed a stranger on the dance floor, now he wants me to rest his hand on my thigh?, WOW... I'm tempted.) With all the courage I could muster, I reached over and placed Brians hand on my exposed thigh. He stared at Keith in disbelief. Words were being exchanged behind my back, then I felt his hand squeeze my leg. My body trembled, so did his hand. (He is groping my leg, HE IS GROPING MY LEG), I took another sip of wine. I glanced at my husband with concern, yet I had to admit, it was really turning me on.

Keiths eyes were so glazed, so locked in on Brians hand. I was caught up in the moment as well, big time! We continued to socialize but I was melting under the pressure, in a good way. (My husband wants me to do more, I know it. I can see it in his eyes, omg.) My trip to the ladies' room was spectacular. I brushed up against a few and copped a feel here and there. One woman was sucking on anothers breasts, right in the open while many watched. Two hot blondes were making out near the sink, they were going at it.

When I returned to the table, Keith motioned for Brian and I to follow him. He led us out to the terrace. It was dimly lit and very romantic. My husband watched as Brian and I made out in the corner. He stood right beside us! Brians hands were copping a feel during those kisses. (I'm freaking boiling over with lust right now. I can't believe I'm making out with Brian,... damn he's a great kisser, 'mmm') We weren't the only ones misbehaving. Some woman was jerking a guy off near the bar. I became somewhat flustered when he held my ass in his hands. "Okay, that's enough," I said as I wiped my lipstick from his lips.

"Are you okay?" my husband asked on the way home. "I thought we were going to talk about things before trying it," I said. I put my hand on his leg, "I'm not upset,... I will say one thing,... that was really exciting," I added with a guilty smile.

Over the next few days, we discussed our evening at the club in great detail. His comments were very suggestive. I recalled those videos he sent me, as well. "Are you asking me if I'll have sex with another man while you watch?" I asked. He didn't respond but I knew that's what he was hinting at. "Yes," he replied. I paused for quite some time as I remained beside him, "I'll have to think about that," I replied. My admission alone created a huge glimmer of hope in his eyes.

For days he gazed at me, anxious to hear my answer. He was waiting with bated breath. I spent that time picturing other men fucking me. It turned me on. This was moving so quickly yet I didn't feel pressured, I felt alive.

Finally, I approached him one afternoon while he was watching TV, I didn't say a word. He followed me into the den and sat down beside me. I paused as I gathered the courage to speak. I looked into his eyes, "before I agree to do it, I have two conditions." "Name it!" he replied. #1- you pick the guy, #2 - no condoms," I said softly. "DEAL!" he cried as he openly gasped for air. "Oh honey,...ohhhhhhhhhh man," he said as his mind began to race. "It's not one of your friends, is it?" I asked. "No," he replied. The way he gazed at me was sensational, he jumped to his feet so cheerfully, "I love you soooo much," he said and hugged me close.

He began taunting me during sex, especially when he was taking me from behind. "I want you to imagine that I'm a stranger right now," he said as he held my ass. He slid an unknown dildo into me as if it were his own to further taunt me, and it was working well. The more he talked the more aroused I became. (I'm going to get laid by a stranger and soon,... a stranger! I'm so surprised by this urge of his, so surprised).

My subtle responses drove him mad, "is he allowed to cum inside me?" I asked as my husband fucked me from behind. "Am I allowed to swallow his load?" I asked. "Oh fuck!" Keith replied, the man was losing his mind. As he plowed my pussy, his thoughts were exploding knowing I was willing to cross that line. The things he said made me shiver. He came so hard, so did I. He catered to me like I was a queen.

I crept up behind him as he was searching for personal ads online, "having any luck?" I asked. He smiled so wide knowing I was inquiring with interest. "What about Brian?" he asked, "I have his number," he added. "His cock is huge," I said hesitantly, "he pressed it against me during the dance," I replied. Keith turned in his chair, gasping like crazy, "call Brian," I said, then I patted his shoulder and left the room. He was dying, I could hear him cheering so joyfully. I was soaked to the bone just thinking about it. The thought of fucking that young man while my husband watches, was almost too much to imagine. The distance between faithful and playful was beginning to shine.

I targeted his appetite during sex by whispering naughty things in his ear. "You wanna watch your wife get fucked,...don't you." I began texting him at work, telling him things he wanted to hear. The fuse was lit indeed.

"Have you talked to Brian?" I asked one afternoon. He spun around, "I left him a message", he said so respectfully. "Let's meet him for lunch sometime," I said. Keith smiled so bright, "Yes Ma'am," he replied.

Just taking those forward steps felt exhilarating. We met him a few days later during his lunchbreak. He was equally curious, and equally excited. We shared an intimate smile upon meeting, "hello Brian," I said rather seductively.

Keith initiated the topic of conversation. He informed Brian that we had been talking about exploring some sexual fantasies. That got his attention and fast, he quicky glanced at my reaction. "I have a fantasy of watching my wife with another man," Keith said quietly across the table. Brian stopped chewing, his eyes bounced, he swallowed hard. "Are you interested in such an arrangement?" I asked. 'Yes, I am," he replied, "yes." "Have you ever done this sort of thing before?" Keith asked. Brian shook his head 'no' and looked at me with a tender smile. "No condoms," I said, "I wanna feel it," I said softly over the table.

By now, Brian was melting into his seat. He was stunned by the offer. "Have you ever been with a woman my age?" I asked. "No, I'm not that lucky," he said shyly. Inspired by his answer I gave him a look he wouldn't soon forget. "He's a great kisser," I said with a devilish smile. He blushed hard. Just hearing me speak so freely about sex turned my husband ON.

After the food arrived the vibe was tense indeed. Brian noticed my hardened nipples poking thru my blouse during lunch, so did my husband. "I guess you both know how I feel about it," I said as I gazed at my chest. I saw two men grow extremely restless. We left soon thereafter.

Keith could barely keep the car on the road during our ride home. He was rattled with arousal. "Take me home," I said as I licked my lips so sexually. I was still startled by how fast things were progressing, but I wasn't going to retreat. He ravished me when we got home, ravished me! "Brian's going to fuck you," he said during sex. "And you're gonna watch," I replied. It drove him over the edge, he was so turned by my cooperation.

He looked two inches taller the following morning. He was aching with anticipation, so was I. "Are there any rules I must follow?" I asked. Just hearing me ask that triggered him immensely, "I love this side of you," he said so sincerely. "No rules," he said. I could feel my juices flowing as I sat next to him on the sofa, I told him that too. I couldn't believe I was going to fuck another man while my husband watched, I couldn't believe it. I carried that thought with me every day.

I received a text from Keith a few days later, Residence Inn/ Friday night," is all he sent. My body instantly shivered, "Friday night it is," I texted in return.

My entire body tingled on the way to the hotel that evening. Keith recognized how quiet I was during the trip, "How are you feeling?" he asked. "I'm nervous, excited and my mouth is dry,...but my pussy is soaking wet," I said so shyly. I felt the speed of the car increase.

The tension was unbearable as we waited for Brian to arrive. I laid out my lingerie in the bathroom. Keith was beyond excited, he couldn't sit still. "Are you ready for this?" I asked. "I feel like a racehorse in the gates," he replied. I was overwhelmed by the level of excitement too. I couldn't believe what was about to happen.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My heart jumped into overdrive instantly. "Ready?" my husband asked. I just nodded my head silently. When Brian entered the room, he appeared equally nervous. "Good evening," I said as I hugged and kissed his cheek. I was thrilled to see he brought a bottle of wine. My first glass disappeared quickly. We tried to relax yet we knew why we were there.

I wore a knee length dress that evening. As I stood next to Keith, he slowly raised my dress to tease Brian. "Oh my god, wowwww," Brian said as he gazed at my exposed flesh. He was stunned, SO WAS I. (Omg, I'm on display, he sees everything!,... I can't believe my husband wants me to do this, omg, omg). His expression was remarkable. I leaned over and kissed my husband, "shall I go put something more comfortable on?" I asked. "Yes,...oh yes," I heard from them both.

My whole body quivered as I glazed myself with a lite coat of baby oil. I put my lingerie on in the bathroom, including some black fishnet hosiery, (see pic below). I was so nervously aroused, (I'm about to get some strange,... I'm so nervous, so aroused,...I'm so blown away by all of this!)

A chorus of comments flew when I walked back into the room. I wore my Stiletto heels too. "Good evening gentlemen," I said rather seductively. I was performing indeed. My husband was stunned by how theatrical I was. I kissed my husband deep, then I did the same to Brian. Keith was gasping at my provocative gestures, so was Brian.

I purposely strolled around the room taunting their desires. I felt like an exotic dancer. "I want you to sit on the bed, and lean against the headboard," I said to my husband. He leaped to his feet like an enlisted man, "Yes Ma'am," he replied. He quickly got into position. I rested my knee on the bed, "I think I'm going to sit right here," I said, then I sat down and rested my back against my husband. His chest was rising with every hard breath. Brian sat there motionless as he gazed away.

"Get comfortable," Keith said to Brian. Brian was stripping out of his clothes like he was on fire. When he dropped his shorts, there it was, "Omg honey,...look at that," I said as I stared at his massive erection, "Oh my." Brian had an eight-inch cock that was staring at the ceiling, stiff as a board. (I can't believe this, I'm looking at another mans cock, in front of my husband, he's gonna fuck me, omg, HE'S GONNA FUCK ME!).

I could feel my pussy flooding, and I told them that. My husband was inconsolable. I placed my hands on my husbands legs, then I parted mine right in front of Brian. His catatonic stare was exhilarating. "I can't believe this is happening," Brian said, I said the same thing. I slid my hand down and pulled my thong to the side, "Do you like eating pussy?" I asked. Keith was gasping behind me listening to me talk so graphically, he was panting. "Go for it Brian," my husband said so hastily. Brian approached from the foot of the bed as he crawled forward so slowly. My heart was pounding thru my chest, yet a part of me wanted to retreat. "Honey?",... "I'm right here babe," he replied. (omg, this is really happening, it really is) I said to myself.

First thing he did was lick up my calves, stopping at my knee, over and over. "MMM, a patient man," I said softly. My husbands hot breath was warming my ears. When Brians hands landed on my thighs it was I that was breathing hard and loud. (He's gonna do you), I said to myself. Brian peeled my hosiery off and rested it on the bed. "Oh my god honey," I said over my shoulder, "let him taste you," Keith whispered into my ear..."I'm right here." "Oh wow, you're smooth shaven," Brian said as he gazed at my soaking smooth pussy. Keith reached around and pulled my legs even wider. (Oh Jesus, here it comes), I said to myself.

Brian began licking my inner thighs, whetting my appetite for more. I was trembling,... truly trembling with fear and excitement. Feeling Brian bathe my inner thighs drove me insane. The way he sucked my flesh into his mouth and released it with that 'pop,' was killing my husband as well. "Oh my Brian," I whispered. I jumped when I felt his tongue land on my pussy, "OHHHhhhhhh," I squealed. Keiths hands remained on my legs, preventing me from moving. "He's licking my pussy," I whispered. (Oh fuck, this man is licking my pussy while my dear sweet husband is allowing it to happen). "Oh god," I kept repeating, which was melting my husbands ears.

Brian suddenly engulfed my pussy, "Ohhhhh shit!" I cried out as my legs briefly spasmed. "Let him take it honey," I heard in my ear. I was melting, truly melting under the circumstances before me. I watched Brian so intensely, "he's eating my pussy," I said to Keith.

Goosebumps rose like mountains all over my body. We both heard Brians moaning as he gently sucked my pussy, "Ohhhhh mannnn," I sighed. An out-of-body experience best described that exact moment. I rolled my head back and kissed my husband so deep. "Oh Brian" I whispered as I ran my fingers thru his hair. "Take your time," I heard my husband whisper, "yes, please," I added. "I love this," I heard in my ear. I knew this was on his list of things to explore, and here we were.

"This feels incredible," I whispered. Keith embraced me so affectionately as Brian indulged. Brian submerged himself completely. I held his head in place as if I was attempting to suffocate him. I basted his face with a strong orgasm, my body shuddered so hard, "ooohhhh yessssssss," flew out of my mouth. "Don't stop Brian," I whispered as I held his head.

Out of the blue, my husband slipped 3 edibles into my mouth from behind. "Ohhh boy," I whispered knowing how insatiable they make me. I chewed them with such delight, "Give me one more," I pleaded. "Yessssss ma'am," my husband replied.

Brian had a technique that women would gossip about. I surrendered myself while my husband whispered in my ear, "relax and enjoy yourself," he kept repeating. I melted into his chest, "Oh babe, he's so good," I whispered, "so good." My husband began pinching my nipples while Brian was bathing my pussy. "This is incredible," I whispered as my eyes rolled back in my head. I shuddered another orgasm into Brians hungry mouth, "Ahhhhhhhh," I sighed as I ground my hips. "Feed him babe," I heard from behind me. (I can't believe I'm having a threesome, a threesome!,... I'm juicing all over Brians face, omg).

We remained in that position for at least twenty minutes, it was sensational. By now, those edibles were creeping up on me, my level of arousal was rising and fast. My head began to swirl to the point of becoming dizzy. "Oh honey," I whispered, "I'm loving this," I said as I held his forearm so tight. I knew I was going to become insatiable and soon. I'd never taken four of them before, I was expecting a storm of desire, and I was right.

I slowly rolled over and began to lick my husbands cock. My eyes were lost in space, glazed by the sensations of great sex and strong edibles. Brian was now licking the cheeks of my ass as I arched my back. In response, I engulfed my husbands throbbing cock. I knew Keith had the perfect view of the scene before him now. He was panting with joy watching me step out of my comfort zone. "Eat her ass," my husband cried. (I can't believe I'm doing this, I can't believe my husband approves of such betrayal, I just can't believe this is happening, yet it feels soooooo good).

Being with two men was so fulfilling. I shook with excitement knowing I would feel Brians cock inside me, and soon. I was putty in their hands, those edibles were now in full bloom. I squealed when I felt Brians mushroom head pressed against my sopping married pussy. "Fuck her Brian," I heard my husband say. I pressed my palms on my husbands chest. "Are you ready to get some strange?" my husband asked as I gazed into his eyes and parted my knees. "That's it honey, let Brian fuck you," my husband whispered in my face.

Hearing those words from my loving husband was riveting. My expression was that of a guilty woman as I felt Brians huge cock slide inside me. "Please forgive me," I whispered to my husband as I arched my back, my eyes were slanted, my mouth, ajar. "It's okay babe, it's okay," my husband whispered as he held my hips.

His fat cock stretched my innards as he shoved it inside. "He's,... he's fucking me," I whispered as I stared at the ceiling. "Oh honey, it's so big!" I cried out, "ooohhh fuck!" I sighed. I was struck with emotions and began to whimper. "Are you okay?" my husband asked. I didn't respond, "I'm,...I'm cumming!" I screamed as my pussy contracted, locking Brian in place. Brian was parked so deep as I shuddered so violently. "She's sooo tight," Brian said so openly. My body continued to spasm uncontrollably. "Ohhhh Jesus!" I yelled as I began to feel Brian deep stroking me, full extraction included. "Oh honey, I can't believe I came that fast," I said. I stopped breathing momentarily as he deep stroked me so eagerly. His giant mushroom was plowing a path straight to my womb. "How's that feel honey?" I heard. I just giggled in response, I couldn't get enough. "It feels, ... a m a z i n g!" I replied.

Feeling a strangers cock was overwhelming. It was so different, so big, and so powerful. My pussy welcomed him with a warm embrace indeed. Those foreign hands all over my body were exhilarating, I was in the game.

They both ravished my body in every way, licking, eating and filling my holes. It was a feeding frenzy, for two hungry sharks. I swam with the current, begging for more. Keith glowed watching me melt under the spell of edibles and hidden desire. I twisted like a rabid snake as they fed their needs in every way.
The way my husband held my hands while Brian slammed me in missionary was exhilarating. "It's okay," he kept whispering knowing Brian was about to explode. "Cum inside her," I heard my beloved say so willingly. I shivered, my hands were grasping Brians ass, just waiting to feel his youthful deposit.

I looked into the eyes of the man I took an oath to, as Brian filled my pussy with a Tigers roar. I lost all control and wrapped my legs around him, preventing him from escaping. His huge cock was addicting, and I told him that. I felt him paint my cervix with a fresh coat of semen, it was dripping from my pussy. I basked in the moment as they throttled me with deep kisses. Brian eventually extracted his dripping cock and rested beside me, breathless, and exhausted. Three hours of non-stop pleasure. Being 4am, we collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and found my husband gazing so close with a radiant smile upon his face, "good morning sexy," he said.

"Oh my god!" I whispered, then I covered my face with my hands, "are you mad at me?" I asked.
"I'm captivated by you," he replied. I lowered my hands.
"I'm captivated by you too!" I replied.
"What just happened?" I asked.
"Something magical," he replied...."Brian?" I asked, "you fell asleep just before he left," he replied.
"I can't believe we had a threesome!!"
"That was so fucking hot!" Keith said in return.

We engaged in a deep kiss reflecting our love and understanding for each other, while igniting our desire for more. Our 'little black book' now had a name; *Brian* / Carrie