Judy Writes Her One And Only Story. #4

“Hi, my name is Judy, I am the one my husband has been writing about.” After reading what John has written about us, I decided I would write my one and only story.

I was going through our computer, when I came across a site that John had forgotten to close. It was a porn site, John had been writing stories about our sex life. This really did tick me off, getting even, was my first thought. Oh, how about superglue to his privates, knowing him, as he was being rushed to emergency, he would be complaining about not being able to finish a story. I decided to confronted John. John talked me into reading them, I really did enjoy. Here I go, making an attempt at writing a story.

This is the one and only time that I will use the “F” word to express my feelings, it has to be done. Many people wonder why John and I do this. The reason is we both enjoy story time. I fuck these guys and make love to my husband. John knows that I love him but he has to control everything, that’s alright with me. Sometimes I get so caught up with sex and I take things a little to far, for example our honeymoon night.

When John and I first met we had a great sex life, two or three times a day was not uncommon. We both got tired of the missionary position. John started talking to me, while we were having sex. I would cum so hard and it was a totally different way of getting off. Gil came into the picture and that brought another dimension into our lives. When I met Gil that first night, I knew I would sl**p with him. Of course it would make a good story time also. I knew John wanted me to do something with Gil. After I slept with Gil, it was a great turn on for both of us. We wanted to do more of our fantasies.

We were very careful on who we picked out. If we were not sure I used contraceptives, I always had two in my purse. John wanted everybody to think we were going bareback. So here goes my story, wish me good luck readers.

My fortieth Birthday.

John and I lived in a apartment in a large city. We had lived together for two years and were married for another two. Being together this long, we decided to buy a home. The home that we bought was across town from the apartment.

John was an avid work out freak, when he was not travailing, he was in the gym. He happened to meet the neighbor across the street from our new home, while he was working out. The neighbor’s name was Myron. Myron was older than us, probable in his sixties. He was in really in good shape from all the working out he did.

John and I were really into football, we had direct TV and a big screen, we got all of the games.

One Sunday, in the middle of October, John invited Myron over to watch the games. I had never met Myron, it was really nice to have his company. When Myron walked into our home, my first thoughts were the silver fox. He was six foot one, his weight was about one-hundred and eighty-five pounds and very good looking. We all sat around having chips and drinks, while we watched the games.

I noticed that Myron kept looking at my chest, I had not put a bra on. I just had a blouse that buttoned up the front and a pair of shorts. My nipples were really hard and pushing at the fabric. It sort of made me feel uncomfortable but it was very exciting knowing he was watching me, it made my body tingle. We found out he was a retired masseuse and a professional dancer. For the next four weekends, Myron invited us to his dance club, I really got to know him. Yes, he was a very good dancer.

After dancing one Saturday night we went back to his house to have a couple of drinks. I said, “Myron why don’t you come over next weekend, its my fortieth birthday. John and I are going out to dinner and dancing. I made reservations at a real nice place and I am sure I could call and get another person in. I sure would love to have you there, so I don’t step on John’s toes all night.”

“That sounds like a great idea, I would love to come over and spend your birthday with you and John.”

I said, “I have a hair appointment at nine, next Saturday morning. Then I have to go shopping for a new dress and shoes. Now if you two want to go shopping with me, Myron, you should be over here by eleven.”

Wednesday night Myron gave me a call and let me know that he would try to get here Saturday morning by eleven.

Saturday morning I got up and out to my hair appointment. I got through and was home by eleven. No Myron, John and I were walking out the door when he showed up. We all got into Myron’s pickup and off to Macy’s we went.

When we got to Macy’s, we went right to the dress department. John and Myron took there seats so they could watch the show. I must of tried on twenty dresses, it did not seem, they liked any of them. I finally found this white long dress. It was long sleeved and backless, it went all the way to the floor and had slit up left side, it also buttoned up the front. I knew John would really like this, it showed my tan off and emphasized my boobs. When I was trying it on I noticed it brought out my green eye. When I walked out both their mouths dropped open, they both said, “wow”. I left them setting there and headed for the shoe department. I knew exactly what I wanted, I found a green pair of four inch heels.

I said, “We have to get back to the house, we have been here for three and half hours. I have to get ready, our dinner reservations are at seven and we are not going to miss that.”

By the time we got to the house, I got my shower taken and my clothes changed, it was six o’clock. It was a half an hour drive to the restaurant. We all needed a drink and John fixed us one, in fact, he fixed us two. After the second drink it was six-thirty. We decided to take my car which had a back seat. I didn’t want to crunch up my dress in the front seat of a pickup. John drove, Myron sat in the back behind me.

We arrived at the restraint right on time, we walked in the music was already playing. The hostess seated us in the back corner, in a half rounded booth. The light was really dim, I slid in first, John went to my right side and Myron was on my left. We were higher than the tables, so we had a clear view of the dance floor. Our waitress came over, we ordered a drink and told her we would wait a while before ordering dinner. The band was playing old music from the 50s, waltz’s.

I said, “Myron, its time to teach me to dance to this music, I have been waiting for a week to do this with you.”

Myron got up and took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Every move he made, I flowed with him, it was like dancing on a cloud. John and I had never talked about Myron and sex. I could feel his hand moving up and down on my bare back, he had a great touch. We danced two songs and went back to the table, John stood up and clapped for us, that embarrassed the heck out of me.

While we were dancing John had ordered us another drink. Now I am on my forth, of the evening and my head was a little light. I had very little to eat all day, John had also ordered some appetizer’s, I dove right in. We had been setting there for about twenty minutes, small talking. I felt a hand on my leg, it was right above my knee. Myron was gently squeezing and stroking real lightly, it made my body tingle. Myron had put his hand through the slit and he kept stroking higher and higher.

I decided it was about time to go to the ladies room. I leaned over and gave John a peck on the cheek and kissed Myron on the lips, his tongue touched my lips. It was just a quickie, nobody noticed but Myron and myself. I then told them where I was going and I would be back shortly. I got to the restroom and did my thing. I took my panties off and put them in my purse. I really did have a feeling for what was going to happen when I got back.

When I got back to the table the waitress was there to take our dinner orders. We all ordered and she said it would take thirty minutes.

Myron said. “Would you like to dance one more?”