His face was between my legs. His tongue working magic. Focused on my clit. His hands surrounded the soft sensitive flesh of my stomach. His tongue was circling my nub. Licking it up and down. His lips embraced it as it swelled. Suckled it. His hands slid slowly up my body, pushed my t-shirt up over my breasts and fondled them. They crossed my hardening nipples and sent shivers down my body. Tingling all over. He expertly increased the speed of his tongue. His hands held my twitching torso. Writhing, arching, feeling such great tension throughout. More and more until I could no longer stand it.
I burst into an orgasm. Burst into his mouth. Juices flowing freely. Release of all that built up tension. Releasing a feeling of ecstasy. Intense. Squeezing his head with my legs. Then struggling to get away. Too much, I said, not meaning it. He continued for a moment before relaxing and moving away I wallowed in my pleasure. My god, he has become so good at this manipulation of my body.
To say that we have an open marriage would be a mistake. Troy is not allowed to exercise his sexual freedom although I do give him quite a bit of sexual satisfaction. I might even let him have another woman someday if it pleases me. But it is about my pleasure first. It was Troy who confessed to a desire to see me with another man first and before proceeding down that path with him, I made it clear that this would not be a two way street.
Since then I have allowed him to watch me take another man. I have allowed him to participate and at times have had more than two men attend to me. I have also taken a man alone without Troy but to be honest I did not enjoy this as much as you would imagine. There was something about being alone with another man that felt to me like cheating. While having Troy there even if he is just watching and not directly participating, makes it feel different. His approval is explicit. In fact, he enjoys my dalliances. I can see the lust in his eyes when another man is exciting me. I don’t know that I understand where this feeling springs in him but it turns me on in a way that just being with another doesn’t.
I feel that we are still in the early stages of our exploration. Unfortunately real life doesn’t always provide a lot of opportunity. I am looking forward to our next vacation and the possibilities that might bring.
Troy, my husband, told me one day that he had fantasies of watching me with another man. I had never actually considered this since I grew up believing that marriage was exclusive. However, we began to talk about it, usually when I was rubbing his cock and balls. I admitted I had a fantasy about being with two men. He didn’t like the idea of any man on man action and I assured him that I wanted to be the center of attention.
Eventually we began to plot how to actually do it and one weekend spent in a good distance from where we lived. We separated at a nearby bar and I flirted and danced with an attractive young man. Toward the end of the evening I introduced him to Troy and we invited him back to our hotel room. He hesitated – another homophobic man – until we assured him that was not our intent. Actually it didn’t take much convincing.
Back at the hotel room, the two of them made love to me. Both at the start which was just amazing. Four hands, two mouths all over me. I didn’t give nearly as much as I received but no one complained. Then individually, first the stranger, then my husband, then the stranger a second time, fucked me crazy for an hour or two. Seemed like forever. I never had so many orgasms in one session before. I was never so excited. It was then that I knew there was no turning back. I loved it too much.