Life's Important Moments
Chapter 1: Fantasy Becomes Reality
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Cheating, Slut Wife, Swinging, Cream Pie, Voyeurism,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1: Fantasy Becomes Reality - A letter in a man's magizine becomes the impetus for my wife to live out my fantasy.
You know how sometimes you can remember an event in your life that at the time didn't seem important but turned out to be life altering? The event I am thinking of happened nine years ago and I remember as clearly as if it happened yesterday.
My wife Barb and I had been out drinking and dancing that Saturday night and returned home a little drunk and very horny. Often when I am making love I get to a point where my passion and lust make me want to somehow increase the intensity of the experience and that is what happened that night. I had just finished pleasuring Barb orally and was working my way back up her lovely body. When I got to her nipples I was so hot I could hardly control myself. I suddenly found myself thinking about a letter I had read in a men's magazine earlier that week about a man who allowed his wife to go out on a date with another man and have sex with him. I had never thought of my wife having sex with another man but that letter had aroused me at the time I read it and was adding to my lust as I was making love to Barb. As I kissed my way up to Barb's neck she reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock and guided it to the already wet opening of tight pussy. Instead of positioning my cock so that I could enter her Barb rubbed my cock head back and forth across her slit teasing us both. While she was doing this I whispered in her ear. I said, "What if that wasn't my cock you're are pressing against your pussy?"
Barb froze for a second and said "What?"
"What if that wasn't my cock in your hand? How would it feel if you had another man's cock in your hand and he was about to slide it into you? How would it feel?"
Bard didn't say anything for a moment but she began to press my cock harder against her pussy an continued masturbating herself with the head of my cock. I could tell from her breathing that she was bringing herself near to an orgasm when she finally spoke. "What do you mean how would it feel?"
I said, "Imagine it's not me you are making love to. What would the cock in your hand feel like? Would it be bigger, smaller or different in some other way?"
Barb stopped rubbing my cock against her pussy and just ran her hand up and down the length of it as if she was giving it an examination. "I think it is about the same length but it is a little thicker. Put it inside me and let me see if I can tell the difference."
I couldn't believe this she was actually playing along with me. She guided my cock to her pussy and rubbed the head up and down until it slipped between her labia. She allowed only about an inch of penetration then she said, "Oh, I like the feel of this cock. I bet it will feel really good when it is all of the way inside me." Then she slowly allowed me to penetrate all the way. Once my cock was buried inside her as far as it could go Barb wrapped her legs around me and held me in place. "Don't move. I want to feel the sensation of having this new cock inside me." As we lay there I could feel Barb flexing the muscles inside her vagina contracting and relaxing around my cock. The sensation was very intense and I thought she was going to make me cum with nothing more than her muscle action. Barb pulled my face to hers and gave me a deep tongue kiss and then said, "I love the way your fat cock feels inside me. It fills me up and touches all of the right places. Fuck me now. Make me cum and fill me with your hot juices."
As I began stroking my cock in and out, Barb and I both went into a lust filled sexual frenzy. It was the hottest sex since the early days of our marriage five years earlier. After we had both climaxed we lay quietly for a while. I wanted to talk about what had just happened but didn't know how to start. So I didn't say anything. After ten minutes of silence I thought Barb was falling asleep when she suddenly turned herself around in bed and picked my limp cock up in her hand. Barb looked up at me and said, "I want to have this stranger's cock in my mouth. I want to feel and taste it to see if it is different than my husbands." With that Barb sucked my flaccid cock into her mouth. My cock immediately began to respond to the attention and when it was fully erect Barb stopped sucking long enough to say, "This tastes wonderful. Now I have two cocks to suck, yours and my husbands." Barb giggled when she said that and went back to giving me one fantastic blowjob. Barb stopped just short of making me cum and said "Okay mister, can you put that lovely cock inside me again and make me cum like before."
Not wanting to break the spell I didn't say a word. I just pulled Barb up on her hands and knees. As I approached her from behind she reached between her legs and guided my cock into her pussy. Instead of the high speed piston action I usually give Barb in this position I stroked in and out slowly, pulling my cock almost all of the way out before pushing it back in as far as I could. Barb was responding to my attentions by pushing back against me on my in strokes. Having already climaxed once that night it was taking me longer to get to my second one but Barb was having no such problems. Barb had her second orgasm shortly after I entered her from behind and five minutes later she was building toward another one. Just before her third orgasm washed over her, Barb put her head down on the bed and in almost a whisper said "I love the feel of your cock inside me".
I didn't know if she meant my cock or her imaginary lovers cock and before I could inquire Barb was in the throws of her orgasm. About the time her orgasm ended mine began. When my cock stopped pulsing and had begun to shrink back to normal size Barb and I both collapsed on the bed. There was no more conversation and Barb was asleep within just a few minutes.
When I woke up the next morning Barb was already out of bed and I could hear her downstairs making breakfast. As I lay in bed I though about what had happened during our love making the night before and found the memory of the fantasy we played out had me aroused again. I had an urge to go get Barb and bring her back to bed and have a repeat performance.
When I got downstairs to the kitchen I found Barb pouring me a cup of coffee. As she handed me the coffee she avoided direct eye contact. From this I sensed that she was not comfortable with the memory of what we had done even though it was only make believe. I tried to broach the subject by saying "That was really something last night. We haven't been that hot in bed in a long time. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Barb was standing at the stove cooking eggs and didn't turn around to answer me. She just said, "I was pretty drunk when we got home last night and I probably said and did some things I wouldn't normally."
I could tell from her response that the subject was no longer opened for discussion and being a semi intelligent person I let it go.
The following week was busy for both of us. Neither of us had the energy to initiate love making so in the evenings we just ate dinner, watched television or read for a while and went to bed. That Saturday night Barb and I stayed home and watched television. We started to fool around on the sofa, just a little kissing and squeezing, then as the passion increased we moved up to the bedroom. We started off with what would be our standard love making session. As I was sucking Barb's nipples I slipped my hand inside her panties and started fingering her pussy. To my surprise, Barb responded to this more than she usually does. She began pushing her hips forward to get deeper penetration of my finger and I could hear her breathing become labored. Barb reached down and pulled my cock out of my shorts and began stroking it as she turned herself around and positioned herself so that my cock was just inches from her face. Barb flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock a few times then engulfed my cock with her mouth. This was unusual because we hadn't showered before coming to bed and normally when we don't shower first Barb doesn't give me oral pleasure and won't let me go down on her either.
Barb continued to work on my cock orally. She took me into her mouth as far as she could and then pulled back until she had just the very tip on my cock head between her lips. She was driving me crazy. I would never have guessed before hand that Barb was so horny that night. I watched as she pulled my cock from her mouth and rubbed the head over her lips. When she pulled away I could see four or five little threads of pre-cum strung between Barb's lips and the head of my cock. Barb moved from my cock up to my face and kissed me. I could taste the slightly salty but not unpleasant taste of my pre-cum on her lips. After breaking off the kiss Barb, without speaking a word, indicated that she wanted me to return the oral favor. I did this gladly. As I ran my tongue around her pussy lips and finally penetrated her slit with my tongue, Barb pulled my mouth against her vulva and held me there while I used my tongue to bring her to her orgasm.
After her orgasm, Barb got on her hands and knees on the bed so I got behind her. Barb reached between her legs and guided my cock to her pussy. She took control of my entry only allowing me to insert an inch at a time then making me wait for a few seconds before feeding in another inch of cock. When my cock was finally all of the way in Barb reached back and held my thighs indicating that she didn't want me to move. Then I felt her vagina muscles flexing around me. The only other time she had done this to my cock with her vagina muscles was the previous Saturday night during our fantasy. I began to wonder if Barb was fantasizing now. When Barb finished exercising her vagina she initiated movement but it was evident that she wanted me to move slowly. As we both approached orgasm we picked up the pace until I was slamming into her and she was pushing back against me. Then we climaxed.
Afterward, as we lay there, Barb began playing with my limp cock. She moved around so that she could look at it as she pulled and twisted it in her hands. After a short time Barb began to lick then suck on my cock bringing it back to full attention. I was ready to slip my cock into Barb but she had other ideas. She just kept sucking and stroking me until I couldn't hold back anymore. Barb took my full load in her mouth. Some she swallowed and the rest ran down her chin. As Barb wiped her chin off on her night gown she looked at me and smiled, then she put her head on her pillow and went to sleep.
After that night we settled back into our usual routine of making love two or three times a week. The lovemaking was good but lacked the passion of the two nights I have just recounted. Over the next few months there were times when we were making love when I would think about the letter in the magazine and would fantasize about Barb having sex with another man. I don't know why but this always heightened my passion during our lovemaking.
On another Saturday night, about four months after this all started, Barb and I returned home after another night of drinking and dancing and went up to our bedroom to make love. I turned on some music and we danced around the room, kissing, feeling, and removing clothes. I had Barb stripped to her bra and panties and I still had my pants on. I came up behind Barb and put my arms around her and began kissing her neck as I played with her breasts. I slowly slid my right hand down and into her panties and began to tease her pussy with my fingers. Barb reached around behind her and opened my pants and reached inside and released my cock from my underwear. As she stroked my cock she turned her head and tipped it back so I could kiss her. After the kiss Barb said, "Whose cock do I have in my hand. It feels thicker than my husbands and it may be longer too. I want it inside me now."
With that she let go of my cock and pulled her panties down. Then she bent at the waist supporting herself with her left hand on the edge of the bed. With her right hand Barb reached between her legs and said "I don't care who you are, just put that beautiful cock into my hand."
I was shocked. Barb was initiating this fantasy all on her own and was taking control. Along with being shocked I was also highly aroused and I quickly shed my pants and underwear and put my now rock hard cock in Barb's hand. Barb positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. As she gently flicked my cock across her lips I could feel that she was already very wet down there. When she finally guided me into her delightful pussy I could tell that she must be extremely horny by how lubricated she was after so little foreplay. I was able to slide in all the way to the root of my cock with no problem at all. As I began stroking into her I began to realize that the fantasy of Barb having sex with another man must have affected her as much as it did me. We continued our love making in this position until we both climaxed. Then we got into bed and kissed cuddled. As I was again playing with Barb's breasts I began to wonder what it would really be like for Barb to have sex with another man. Is that something I would want or even be able to watch, or like the husband in the story I had read, would I just wait for her to come home from a date and tell me about it. I found that I was getting extremely horny thinking about Barb fucking another man. My arousal translated into things I was doing to Barb and I soon had her responding to my touch. I suddenly found that I was too excited to control myself and before I knew what I was going to say I began to talk. "You really seem to enjoy the fantasy of pretending that I am somebody else while we make love."
Barb replied, "It doesn't mean anything. It's nothing against you, it just creates a higher level of excitement for me. Besides, you started it."
"I know I started it, and it's okay. It doesn't bother me. The fantasy works for me too."
Barb looked puzzled. "When we are making love, are you pretending that I am someone else?"
"No, we are both having the same fantasy. That you are having sex with another man."
"Doesn't the idea of me with another man make you angry or jealous?"
"Why should it? After all it's only a fantasy?"
"I know it's just a fantasy, but I always feel guilty afterward, like I just did something bad."
"Oh, You have had this fantasy before?"
Barb looked a little embarrassed as she spoke. "Well yes. I actually have had the fantasy several times since you first put the idea in my head."
I said, "Since we both seem to enjoy the fantasy I see nothing wrong with using it to add passion to our love making."
Barb smiled and said, "I agree, now give me that strange cock. I need it now."
I did as she asked.
For a while after that the fantasy played a big part in our lovemaking but all too soon it began to lose its ability to excite us. After that our sex life went back to our old routine.
It was about nine months after I had initiated the first fantasy that I was cleaning out my home office and I came across the 'Gallery' magazine where I had first read the letter about the man who sent his wife out on a date with another man. I read the letter again and it had almost the same impact on me as it had the first time I read it. That evening I couldn't keep my hands off Barb and when we went up to bed I tried to get Barb into the fantasy again. Unfortunately Barb wasn't particularly horny that night and was more curious to find out why I was so interested in the fantasy than she was in participating in it.
When Barb kept asking me why I was intent on pretending that she was having sex with another man I couldn't answer her. I think I was too embarrassed to tell her that it was a story in a magazine that had planted this idea in my brain. Barb was persistent and when I couldn't get her to change the subject I finally gave in. I went and got the magazine and let her read the letter.
While Barb read the letter I went downstairs and poured us each a glass of wine. By the time I got back to the bedroom Barb was just finishing the letter. As I sat down on the bed I handed Barb her wine. She looked at me then looked back at the letter and seemed to be rereading some parts of the story. When she finally put the magazine down Barb was blushing a little. She looked at me and asked, "Is this just a fantasy of yours or is this something you really want me to do?"
Up until she asked me that question I had never thought of Barb having sex with another man as anything but a fantasy but I heard myself answer her with "I don't know if it's just a fantasy."
Barb just said, "Oh." and set the magazine on the bedside table. We didn't talk while we drank our wine. When we had finished the wine I kissed Barb to see if I could gage what she was thinking by her response to my kiss. To my surprise and delight Barb was suddenly extremely aroused. She was all over me kissing, sucking, licking, rubbing stroking. That night there was no more fantasy talk just straight hot passionate sex.
There was nothing more said about the fantasy or the letter in the magazine for the next few weeks. Then one night as we were making love and I had just slipped my cock inside Barb and push it in to the hilt Barb wrapped her legs around me and held me still. As she began flexing her vagina muscles around my cock Barb asked, "Do you still think about me doing what the woman in that story did?"
Her question caught me completely by surprise so I wasn't able to answer with anything more intelligent than "What?"
"Do you still fantasize about me going on a date with another man while you wait for me at home? And have you decided if this is just a fantasy or would you really like me to do it?"
I said, "The ideas does excite me but I am not sure if I would ever really want you to do that. Why"
"Well you know I love you and would never do anything to hurt you and I would certainly never cheat on you. But knowing that the story in that magazine turns you on excites me. I guess what I am trying to say is, if you ever want me to do that, have a date with another man, I will do it for you. If it never happens, that's okay too. I don't want to have an affair but the idea of you sending me out to have sex with another man because you want me to do it would make it very erotic. I'll do what ever you want."
I couldn't speak immediately, probably because I was having an orgasm. When I was finally able to gather my thoughts all I could say was "I will let you know what I decide." The truth was that I had already made my decision. I wanted her to do it.
It was the middle of the following week that I sat Barb down and asked her if she was serious about fulfilling my fantasy. She said that she was ready whenever I was. That prompted me to ask "Do you already have someone in mind for this date?"
Barb looked almost hurt by the question. "No, I don't have anyone in mind. I haven't though about that. So are you asking me to do it?"
"Yes. I guess I am. I would like you to do it this Saturday."
"I don't have time to find a date for Saturday? How can I do it that soon?"
"I guess I hadn't thought about that. Why don't we just go out to Dino's Saturday night? They usually have a good crowd. I will stay out of the way. That way guys will come over and ask you to dance and hopefully someone will ask you to leave with them. It will be your decision."
"I guess that could work. But I don't want you there. I don't think I could do this if I know you are watching me."
So we agreed that she would go out Saturday night and see what happens. I was suddenly quite nervous.
Saturday night I watched as Barb bathed and dressed to go out. Barb dressed in a white lace bra and black satin panties, a knee length black skirt and white blouse. Instead of pantyhose she wore black stockings and a garter belt. When she had finished dressing she stood in front of me and ask what I thought. I told her she was beautiful. Then she said, "Are you sure about this. You can change your mind and come out with me and it will just be a night out for us. Last chance"
I said, "I'm sure. You go have a good time. I'll be waiting here when you get home. I plan to make love to you tonight whether I am the only one to do that is up to you."
At the door Barb kissed me and said "Remember, I am not doing this for myself. I will enjoy it but I wouldn't be doing this if you didn't ask me to."
I said that I knew that and I kissed her again as she went out the door. I looked at the clock as she drove away from the house. It was 9:05 PM.
The next four and a half hours went by very slowly. At midnight I started looking out the window to see if Barb's car was in sight yet. I did this every fifteen minutes until 1:30 AM when I saw Barb's car turning into the driveway. I watched from the window until Barb got out of the car. See looked to be almost as fresh as she did when she left. I thought that she must not have gone through with it. I felt both relief and disappointment. I stepped away from the window so that Barb wouldn't see me there. I quickly sat down on the sofa and opened a magazine and pretended to be reading when Barb came into the house.
As Barb came into the living room I could see that while her clothes still looked neat her hair was just a little messed and her lipstick wasn't applied as neatly as it usually is. Obviously something had happened but what and how much? I stood and asked her if she had a good time. She said, "As a matter of fact I had a very good time. I danced almost all night. I met a lot of nice guys and generally had a good time."
I asked, "How much of a good time did you have?"
Barb turned away from me and headed for the stairs and answered over her shoulder "Come upstairs and I tell you what happened."
In my hurry to get up the stairs I almost ran over Barb. Once in the bedroom I said, "Okay, tell me everything."
Barb put her finger to her lips telling me to be quiet. Barb put her arms around me neck and started to tell me about her evening.
"When I left her I drove to Dino's like we had discussed but from all of the trucks in the parking lot it looked like it must be red necks night at the bar so I didn't go in. Instead I drove over to the Hilton Hotel. I had heard from people at work that they have a nice bar and a dance floor. I was a little nervous as I walked into the hotel. I was afraid that I would sit in the bar all night and nobody would even talk to me. My confidence level was very low. When I walked into the bar I was struck by the fact that the men in the placed outnumbered the women by two to one. I found a table and sat down and before I could even order a drink a guy came over and asked me to dance. After that I had no problem finding anyone to dance with or talk to. One guy that seemed nice spent about an hour with me talking and dancing but he had to leave. I don't think he was even out of the room before another guy came over and asked me to dance. His name was Bill. He was in town on business and was staying at the hotel. After several dances and a few drinks, Bill asked me if I would like to come up to his room for a drink. I acted a little reluctant and Bill said there was no pressure. I could go as far as I felt comfortable going and leave whenever I wanted. So I accepted his invitation."
When Barb said that she accepted Bill's invitation to go to his room I felt my cock begin to stiffen. I was feeling no anxiety now, only sexual excitement.
Barb continued her narrative. "Once we were in his room, Bill took off his suit jacket and tie, then he removed his shoes and socks. He told me to make myself comfortable while he mad us a drink. While he went to the honor bar to fix the drinks I sat in a chair facing him and positioned myself in the chair so that when Bill turned around he got a good look up my skirt. Not all of the way up, just enough to get him interested."
"When Bill came over to hand me my drink he bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips. Although he just barley touched my lips I could feel that kiss all the way down between my legs."
This was really strange for me to stand here so close to Barb that I could smell he scent and while looking into her eyes she is telling me about how she felt the affects of another man's kiss all the way down to her pussy. I was mesmerized by the story as it unfolded.
"After he kissed me Bill moved back and sat on the edge of the bed. I could tell that he was trying to steal a peek up my skirt every chance he got. So I tried to act like I didn't know what he was doing and turned my head to look out the window and so doing let my legs spread a little more giving Bill a better look up my skirt. Bill finally got up and took my hand and helped me to my feet. Then he kissed me deeply. As he did I let my mouth open slightly so that our tongues could meet. That kiss lead to another, more open mouthed and then another. Soon Bill 's hands were all over me. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my bottom. It was at that point that Bill said, 'This is your last chance. You can leave right now if you want, but if you stay I am going to strip you out of your clothes and make love to you.' Instead of making a move to leave I kissed him again and said 'do what you must'. Bill laughed at that and began to unbutton my blouse. Are you sure you want to hear all of this?"
This question brought me out of my trance like state. I said, "Yes, I want to hear it all. Please continue."
"Bill removed my blouse and carefully draped it over a chair so it would get wrinkled. Then Bill looked at my bra and said 'Oh good, it unhooks in the front' then he unsnapped my bra and let it hang so that my breasts were still in the cups but just barely. Bill began kissing his way down from my mouth over my neck and then between my breasts. He kept lightly kissing around my breasts until I couldn't stand it anymore. I started to try to push my breast against his mouth but he would move to quickly for me. Finally he pulled my left cup away letting my breast fall free. Then he cupped my breast in his warm hand and began caressing it gently working slowly toward the nipple. When he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth my legs were beginning to feel weak. By the time Bill had followed the same procedure on my right breast I had to sit on the edge of the bed to keep from falling down. Now I was sitting on the bed with Bill standing in front of me. He looked down at me and as we made eye contact Bill opened his belt unzipped his fly and pulled his pants and shorts down. There directly in front of my face was his semi erect cock. I didn't have to ask what he wanted so I just took it into my hand and feed the end into my mouth and licked and sucked until I had him fully erect. I took a close look at it and noticed that it was about the same length as yours but just a little thicker."
That last bit struck me. The 'same length but just a little thicker'. That is how she described my cock during our first fantasy. Now I was wondering if she was making this up or did it really happen. I had some difficulty with parts of the story, like her sitting so that he could see up her skirt. She knows I like to catch a peek up her skirt but I have never known her to actually let anyone have a peek including me. The whole thing seemed a little out of character for her but I was enjoying hearing her tell the story so I didn't challenge her.
"After a few more minutes of my treating his cock to my oral abilities he pull away saying that if I didn't stop he would lose his load in my mouth and he didn't want to cum yet. Then he got down on his knees between my legs and pushed my skirt up past my thighs, exposing my stocking tops and garters. Bill put his face between my thighs and began kissing the bare flesh above my stockings. His kisses traveled up my thighs until he reached the gusset of my panties. Bill pulled the gusset aside and began kissing me on the very spot where my thighs meet. He stuck his tongue out and slipped it between the folds of flesh that separate the two halves of my vulva. As he penetrated me with his tongue I felt the beginning of my first shuddering orgasm."
Barb's description of the action was more like what I would expect to see in a letter in a men's magazine that than way I would expect her to describe an actual event. This was making me even more suspicious. I wasn't angry. Her story was certainly hot even if it was fiction.
Barb squeezed me in her arms and said "I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am enjoying telling you about it." She kissed me then continued the story.
"Bill ran his tongue up and down my slit for nearly ten minutes. I climaxed twice during that time. When he was done Bill kissed me on the mouth and I could taste myself on his lips. Bill pulled me to my feet and helped me out of my skirt and panties. Then I got on the bed and Bill positioned himself between my legs and lowered himself on top of me. I reached between us and helped guide his cock into me only letting him enter me a little at a time until he was all of the way in. Once he was in all of the way Bill began taking long slow strokes pulling himself almost all of the way out then pushing all of the way in. We soon had a good rhythm going and it wasn't long before I had another orgasm followed shortly by Bill's climax. Afterward Bill was laying on the bed almost asleep so I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up and got dressed."
I kissed Barb and said, "So that's the whole story?"
She said, "Just about. Do you still love me?"
I said "More than ever and not only do I love you I want to make love to you now." In the back of my mind I was trying to decide if I was disappointed that she didn't really go through with the plan or was I actually relieved. After all I believed her story for a while and was not upset by it and when I realized it was not true I wasn't really disappointed either. I was confused and horny. I sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Take your clothes off I want to see you naked then I want to make love to you." I was determined to keep the fantasy alive.
Barb kicked off her shoes and removed her blouse and bra. As she reached to unhook her skirt she said. "You didn't let me finish the story."
I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Please finish the story."
"Well, when I came out of the bathroom and was ready to say goodnight to Bill I noticed that he was playing with himself. I asked him what he was doing and he said that he had hoped to get it up again before I left. I decided to help him. I knelt on the floor next to the bed and took him in my mouth. It didn't take long for him to recover after that. Once he was fully erect I asked him if her wanted me to finish him with my mouth and he said no. He said he wanted to get inside my pussy again. I asked him if I should get naked and he said no. Bill got off the bed, stood behind me and said remove your panties and pull you skirt up over your hips. Then he bent me over so that I was supporting myself on the edge of the bed. Bill moved up close behind me and tried to get his cock inside me. He had difficulty so I reached back between my legs and guided him inside. Bill pumped into me for a long time before he finally climaxed. When his cock slipped out of my pussy I could feel some of his load running down the inside of my thigh. While holding my skirt up to keep from getting semen on it I picked up my panties and started to go to the bathroom to clean up. Bill stopped me. He took my panties from me and said he wanted to keep them to remember me by. I though, what the hell, let him have them. So I started to go to the bathroom again and again Bill stopped me. He asked me where I was going. I told him I need to clean myself up. He said 'I would rather you didn't. I want you to feel my juices leaking from your pussy and running down your legs as you drive home. This will keep you thinking of me.' Actually the idea appealed to me so I let my skirt drop back into place and I wrapped my hand around Bill's cock and pulled him to me and gave him a kiss. Then I said goodbye and left."
I asked if that was the end of the story and Barb said, "Yes. I just wanted to be sure you understood why" then she opened her skirt and let it drop to the floor "I look such a mess."
The first thing I noticed when her skirt fell was that her panties were gone. Then I saw the stains on the top of her stockings. When I look closer I could see dried semen on her inner thighs and in her pubic hair. I was floored. I had been sure through most of this story that she was making it up but here was the proof that another man had been in my wife. My reaction? I pulled Barb down on the bed and quickly stripped off my clothes. I got on top of her and kissed Barb's on the mouth that had sucked another man's cock tonight and I sucked on her breasts that had already been sucked then I sat up and stared at Barb's pussy. Along with the matted hair and drying cum on her stockings there was evidence of semen leaking from her slit. I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I just had to taste her. I wasn't at all timid about it. I just buried my face in Barb's pussy and slipped my tongue inside her. I can't describe the taste but I found it to be wonderfully erotic. I liked and sucked on Barb's cum filled pussy for about ten minutes and brought her to orgasm. After that I positioned my cock to enter the pussy that had been entered twice already that night. At this point I asked Barb to guide me in. She reached between us and slowly fed my cock into her pussy. The feeling inside her pussy was amazing. My cock was surrounded by the feeling of the hot juices made up of Barb's natural lubrication and another man's semen and my saliva. I pushed myself in then lay still as I enjoyed the sensation. As I lay motionless Barb began using her magic muscles on me. I didn't last long after that. We spent the next hour making love slowly until we fell asleep in each others arms.
When I got up the next morning Barb was fixing breakfast like she always does on Sunday mornings. I wasn't sure if I should mention anything about the previous night so I didn't. When we had finished eating and we were drinking our final cup of coffee for the morning Barb asked "Are you all right? I mean does anything about last night upset you?"
I thought for a moment before answering then said, "Actually from my stand point I think last night was a big success. How about you? Are you okay with all this?"
Barb said, "Yes I'm fine. I found the whole thing to be very stimulating even more so than I expected. One other question, do you think you'll want to do this again in the near future?"
I asked, "What do you mean by near future?
"Ahh... Next Wednesday?"
"Did this guy Bill ask you out again?"
'No. Remember that I told you that I talked to a guy for about an hour before I met Bill. He asked me if I was free on Wednesday night. He said he would be at the Hilton and we could get together if I'm free."
As soon as I realized that I was getting an erection I told Barb "Wednesday would be fine."