At this point I knew he was easy to talk to, polite, and really seemed engaged in what we were talking about. After lots of talk about everything, he asked about my previous experiences. I admitted that he was the first person we’ve met and he said that we were the 2nd couple he’s met. We spoke mostly in general terms about what I was looking for, what my husband wanted from the experience and our overall thoughts on this kink.
Although it seems silly now I did make an effort to flirt since my husband encouraged me to. I didn’t want to appear uninterested so I played up my enthusiasm and tried my best. I leaned in to hear better therefore throwing my cleavage into his lap, I was surprised and playful while he spoke, I asked lots of questions and played with my hair, etc. I’m not a huge flirt or have had a ton of practice so I’d say I was doing well for me. Luckily he made up for my lack of game with his own. I enjoyed that he reached out a few times during our conversation to touch my arm or leg, he often found reasons to lean in and make a little contact here and there. I was relieved that I wasn’t on my own in the flirting thing and it felt good to be flirted with.
Even with an amazingly complimentary husband it’s nice to hear and feel like your desired and he did a great job of making me feel like that. The first time he reached out and touched my knee while he was talking a shiver ran up my leg and I almost froze up. It dawned on me that it had been awhile since anyone else’s hands had been on my body in a flirty or sensual way. He was very casual and easy about it but I felt a small jolt in my mind that I should pull away or ‘not go there’, (wifely instincts, I guess) then I remembered that I could turn off the alarms in my head and go with it, it’s why we were in the situation after all.
Once I was OK with it in my mind I noticed that i felt more relaxed, sexier, and hornier by the minute. Our conversation was slowly becoming more and more specific to what we each enjoyed, what we wanted to try, boundaries, expectations, etc. It was an easy way to gauge his interest and I suppose mine as well. I was unusually at ease considering I was talking to a stranger about my sex life but it felt comfortable and judgement free so I went with it… He was open and accepting of everything I said, I clarified some things and he did the same. We went back and forth talking about sex, about my husband, about what we knew of wife sharing.
At a lull in conversation I mentioned that I was gonna grab another glass of wine and I offered him another beer. While I got us more drinks he used the bathroom. I was already settled back into my spot on the couch when he walked back into the living room. I noticed that he sat even closer to me than before, I could smell his cologne (I guessed old-spice) and feel even more tension building.
Now we were both on the right side of the couch; his body mostly turned towards the TV leaning into me and I was facing the fish tank. He picked up the conversation where we left off and offered his compliments and excitement about meeting me and getting to know me better. His seat was perfect for more flirting, as I noticed his hands found even more reasons to be on me. I was glad that he was showing interest, being complementary and generally flirting up a storm. I wouldn’t have had the nerve to flirt like that so I decided that I would just enjoy it and see how I felt as it happened.
He was leaning in close and watching my perfectly glossed lips as I spoke about how great our sex life is and how we’re excited to add to it and I can’t imagine it getting better…I rambled, he was leaning in for a kiss and I semi panicked, I ramble when I’m nervous… At some point (details are fuzzy) he leaned in and kissed me. Again the alarm bells in my head rang and I had to purposely not punch him in the face, I not only managed that but I kissed him back. Then something changed just a little bit…
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First I was definitely into wife-sharing, second I really enjoyed kissing someone else. He tasted, smelled and felt different. My mind was laser focused on feeling and noticing the differences and nuances of this new person’s mouth and face. It was intoxicating because he was a good kisser but also because it felt new and exciting and just enough naughty to turn me on. We made out for a few more minutes, sitting on the couch, kissing in between short sentences, letting some linger and letting hands roam . The wine definitely made me slightly warm and tingly so the effects of sitting on my couch making out with a guy that we had only met online a week or two ago was a little dizzying. My lips were warm and numb, and not so perfectly glossed anymore. My heart was beating fast and I’m sure I was blushing as my face felt flushed. At some point, somehow, he pulled me to a standing up position and kissed me deeply while we stood in front of the couch. His hands were around my waist and feeling my body as he kissed me deeply and hard, already putting a dominant foot forward.
I felt him pressing his body against mine and to my surprise I did the same. He was clearly quite turned on, I could feel the bulge in his jeans as he held my body against his. In a very shallow way it felt good to know that he was hard and ready while making out with me. My hands moved from across his back, around his sides and eventually to the waist of his jeans, I pulled him a closer so I could feel his hard cock against me even more. By all appearances he was more in control of the situation but for a few moments I felt in charge and as seductive as I had in awhile. I pulled back from his body just enough to invite him to bedroom.
As I turned and walked I noticed that he was a few steps behind and he was watching me walk up in front of him, I secretly hoped he was checking me out. As soon as we got to the bedroom his mouth was on mine again as we stood against the edge of the bed, me in front of him. My hands were rubbing against his cock and I wanted to take it out and feel it so badly. Ugh! This dude wore jeans that had 475 buttons so I couldn’t easily undo them but he popped one button and they all came undone. It was actually kinda impressive in the moment, could have killed the vibe but he pulled it off. As his pants came down, we pulled his shirt off, the entire time my hands moved around his body.
As much as he tried to do the same and run his hands along every inch I held myself back…just enough to tease. I wanted to be in charge for just a minute so with one hand firmly on his chest I pushed just enough to signal him to lay down. With one last flip of my hair and a grin (the one my husband likes so much) I slowly climbed over him and kissed his neck, chest, down his stomach and stopped when my mouth was on his cock. I took him into my mouth and I could feel his hands reaching for my body instantly. I playfully licked my tongue around the very tip of him, I was enjoying teasing his cock just a little. It didn’t take very long for my to make his cock nice and wet so that I could stroke him while still teasing the head of his cock with my mouth. I looked up and asked him to take some pictures as I was thinking about how much my husband would like the view. He re-positioned so that his head was now on the pillows and I used the time to take off my shirt and move the hair from my face. He grabbed his phone and I happily went right back down onto his cock.
I had my face buried in his lap, hungry and taking all of him, while my ass was in the air. I noticed his head fall back and his hands tangle into my hair. I liked knowing that he was fully present and enjoying my mouth and wanting more. He positioned the camera and I tried to not lose focus. After he took a few he asked between deep breaths if I wanted it sent now or if I should wait until we were done. I told him now was better and noticed him whatsapp the pics, all the while I got to enjoy licking and sucking every inch of his cock ( I wanted keep him a little distracted). He then held the phone up for me to see the text and picture. I was instantly dripping wet as I realized that my husband was going to get a picture of me with someone else’s cock. I was hopeful he would be excited that things were going well.
At some point after I’d had some time to enjoy his body and cock I was flipped on my back, legs spread and he was in front of me kneeling. He teasingly ran his hands down my legs until he reached my pussy. I looked down and watched as his fingers slid inside me and it felt so good I had to lay my head back and enjoy. As he brought his body closer and angled down to eat my pussy I sat up just a little and pushed him back. I couldn’t take anymore foreplay, I needed to be fucked right then and he was more than willing.