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It could have been a train wreck, but

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I should probably preface this story by explaining that my husband has fantasized about seeing me with and sharing me with another man for the past couple of years. His fantasy would usually be expressed when we would be in bed making love and he would say something like, "You give such wonderful blow jobs and I would love to see you sucking another man's cock and have him cum in your mouth while I'm fucking you ." Sometimes I would go with - it was just fantasy talk after all and it really excited him. Other times I would stop whatever we were doing and ask him, "How can you want to share me with another man? I'm yours." I couldn't understand why he would want that. I felt like I'm his and he should be wanting to keep me to himself. You know, like, this is mine and you can look at her but you better not touch. I mean, he won't even let another person drive his truck for God sake. And, besides, we had a fantastic love life. I mean, yeah, we'd been together for almost 20 years and maybe he was getting "used to it" but for me he still sets my world on fire with just a look or a touch. We would even get into arguments about it that would end with me in tears and him backing off from the idea. But the subject would rear its ugly head again within the next couple of weeks. Don't get me wrong I am a very sexual and sensual person but this was just something special between us, wasn't it? Over time I stopped getting upset and I would play into his fantasy, really talking it up when we were making love and he would just cum so hard it was really a turn on. This went on for at least a year. Now to my story.

Last Friday my husband, G, and I were going to do one of our rituals of meeting at a local bar for a drink to unwind and talk about our week. He called me at work and asked if I would just do him a favor and meet him without a bra on. He had requested this before but I would never do it. I have very sensitive, perky nipples (my husband's description) and me wearing a shirt without a bra was just not an option. I mean it's obvious I'm not wearing a bra and, worse, I could poke someone's eye out while dancing if not careful. This was a damn safety hazard I'm thinking. But, I thought, you know I will surprise him so, off came the bra. Besides I was wearing a zippered black jacket so I figured no one will notice but he will know and that will be a turn on for him. I got to the bar before my husband so I sat down and ordered a drink. Shortly my husband called and said he should be there in just a few minutes. I sat there waiting and fidgeting with the zipper on my jacket trying to figure out if I had it unzipped too much to be decent or not enough to excite my husband. I was really proud of myself for being so shameless as to go braless and thinking he was going to be so surprised. I heard the bar door open and looked up to see my handsome husband walk into the bar with an attractive, well built man. My husband introduced J and said they had met outside the bar having a cigarette and started talking about horses. There was a look in J's eyes that made me pause and a niggling thought crossed my mind. Surely my husband would not set me up like this. We all started talking and J, while respectful, would reach across to get his drink from the bar and "accidentally" brush up against me. At some point I told a joke and while all three of us were laughing J put his hand on my leg. I looked up at him and said, "Alright, where did my husband find you?" J's eyes twinkled and he smiled and said, "I don't know what you're talking about." "You know what I'm talking about," I said. J shook his head and said, "No, we just met outside." I looked at my husband and smilingly said, "I know you set this up. I know you. You're such a shit." I have to give it to G and J, the "brother" code was strong and they were not going to give it up that G had found J on SLS.

After talking a little more we decided go out back to the outside smoking area for a cigarette. We talked and laughed some more and were really having a great time - all three of us really clicking. J would put his arm around me or would touch my hand - just briefly but it was obvious there was an attraction. And frankly, I knew this was a set up so I thought, okay, I'll play along a little. It will get G excited and that would just be better for me later that night. I should state at this time that some of the moments of that night are foggy - not from too much alcohol but from periods of pure ecstasy, I think, so I'll do the best I can in relating details, but more about that later. At some point G walked away and J stood in front of me and asked if he could kiss me. I knew my husband was somewhere watching so I said yes. It was so sweet and gentle - at first. J feeling me respond deepened the kiss. Even though it was really nice I pulled away and laughed up at him and shook my head a little. I mean I was responding and I'm someone else's wife. This is not me - I just don't do this. He smiled and let me go as G was walking back over to us. My husband asked, "Everything okay?" J and I said all was good. They thought they were so sneaky but I saw the little looks they were giving each other. I knew G was asking J silently if I was responding to everything he was doing. I thought, "If only he knew how much he wouldn't like this." We all three went back inside the bar and sat and talked and laughed some more. I believe J said he had to go to his truck to get some cigarettes and my husband said to me, "Why don't you go with him?" I thought, "Really? Fine, whatever." J and I walked outside into the dark night and over to his truck. He pulled me close to him. I looked up at him, his face dimly lit by the bar's neon sign but I could see he wanted me. He leaned down and put his lips on mine, his breath hot and sweet. As before, I knew my husband was somewhere outside watching but I thought, "Oh boy, this could get out of hand." I was playing along but somewhere in the middle of me thinking I was so cool and collected and had everything under control while giving my husband a little taste of his fantasy my body was betraying me. J put my hand on him so that I could feel his rock hard cock. He looked at me and said, "Do you feel that? You're doing that." He leaned down and kissed me again. I could feel him lowering the zipper on my jacket a little. He slipped his hand into my jacket and tenderly squeezed a nipple. My breath caught and my knees got weak. I moaned and leaned in deeper to his kiss. This was going way to fast and getting out of hand. I have to hand it to J, though. Whenever he felt me resisting even just a little he would back off. J removed his hand and said, "It's okay. Let's take a break. We have plenty of time." We walked back into the bar and I saw G standing by the bar with a smile on his handsome face. If I hadn't been so turned on I would have happily slapped that shit eating grin right off. After a little more talking and joking around amongst the three of us my husband and I went out back to have another cigarette while J went to the bathroom. My husband looked at me and asked "Are you having fun?" I looked at him shyly and said yes. He took me in his arms and kissed me with that sweet, wonderful mouth I love so much. There is nothing in the world like my husband's kisses. He says it's me that makes them so great. He once told me that kissing me was like sex for other people and it has stuck in my head and heart all of these years. I felt safe in his arms and so turned on. I pulled back from his kiss and looked in his eyes and saw the love and passion for me that has been there for 20 years. He whispered to me, " I love you" as J came out and walked over to us. G and I looked at him and smiled. G and J each put an arm around me and with their other hands reached in my jacket and started rubbing my breasts and squeezing my nipples. "Oh God," I whispered. My knees immediately got weak and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I looked at my husband and he knew what was happening. He whispered to me, "It's okay, baby." I moved away from them and took a deep breath. No way was I going to stand there and let these two men make me cum while at this bar. First of all, I am a screamer and second this just was not acceptable public behavior. We all smiled at each other and started talking again, both of them graciously giving me the opportunity to pull myself together. We went back inside and talked and danced and I felt absolutely beautiful and energized. J made another excuse to go his truck and asked me to go with him. I would like to say that I hesitated but my husband tells me I literally jumped off the bar stool and said okay. I did stop and ask my husband if that was okay, which of course he said it was. J and I again walked out into the night and over to his truck. J asked me if I was having fun. I thought to myself how funny that both G and J asked me if I was having fun. Was this really all about me? J took me in his arms and started kissing me. His lips soon left mine and found their way to my breasts. I tilted my head back and melted into the feeling of his tongue playing with my nipple. Immediately I could feel my stomach tighten and my knees get weak. I tried to fight it but I couldn't. I was going to cum whether I liked it or not. J held on to me, smiled and said, "I've never made a woman cum just from sucking on her nipples before." I laughed and said well, "You've never met me before." J laughed, too, and said, "You know when I walked into the bar with G and saw you I thought my God, she's gorgeous and she's going to be a handful. I better be on my A game." We went back inside to G and I walked up to him and kissed him. My husband looked at me and whispered, " You know I was watching you two both times you went to the truck don't you?" I smiled and said, "Yes, I knew." My husband smiled back at me and whispered, "You looked so beautiful." The night really gets foggy at this point but I do clearly remember the three of us going back outside to smoke a cigarette. Did we ever smoke a cigarette at that time? I really don't know. We had moved to a fenced area that was hidden from the rest of the back and all I remember is them putting me against the fence and their hands on my breasts followed by them sucking on my nipples. I could feel the boards of the fence against my back and hear the sounds of people laughing and talking inside the bar and then everything faded except the sensation of what my husband and J were to doing to me. My husband took the time to leave one very sensitive and very hard nipple to kiss me while J kept sucking on the other nipple. I could feel the night air on the wet nipple my husband had left exposed and it was intoxicating. My hands were everywhere feeling both of them so hard and ready. My husband slipped his hand into my jeans and between my legs and as he slid a finger inside me he said, "Baby, you are so wet." It was so intense. I think they both realized I was getting out of control and we needed to move this somewhere less public so we decided to leave and go back to our house. I would have thought that the fairly short trip from the bar to the house would have made me come to my senses or at the very least that it would have been awkward once we got to the house. I was wrong on both accounts. It flowed so easy and naturally. We made some drinks and walked upstairs to the bedroom. All shyness was gone and the only way to describe the next ten hours is pure ecstasy. I remember my adorable husband kissing me and pinching my nipples to make them stand hard and erect like he likes them. J obviously had a plan and wasted no time to move down to kiss and lick and suck on my clit and eat my seriously wet pussy. I felt J's fingers inside me and my husband's lips and tongue on my nipples. I lost count of the number of times they made me cum and squirt. I always thought multiple orgasmic meant two, three maybe four times in a session. Who knew they could number well past 10. That's about the time I lost count. And squirting? 5 or 6 times - WTF? We would take short breaks so that I could collect myself from the sensory overload, smoke a cigarette and laugh and talk and then jump back in bed and start all over again. Let's just say I believe we broke every rule typically present in this type of scenario. I was licked, kissed, caressed, fingered, and fucked by two equally amazing but different types of lovers for hours. I even had the magnificent pleasure of having each beautiful cock in my mouth. In all honesty I don't have to rely too much on memory as we have photos and videos to use as reference should I ever forget which is highly doubtful. I can't even deny anything - I was shameless. When the guys were exhausted the three of us laid back and J laughingly said, " I guess we're all sleeping in the wet spot tonight." My husband said, "My God, baby, the bed is soaked." And they were right, there wasn't a dry spot on the bed.

I laid there awake with these two wonderful men laying on either side of me and their arms around me listening to them breathe as they slept. I have never felt so safe and secure and protected. This was one of the most intimate moments I have ever experienced as a woman. I reached over and started rubbing my husband's cock which instantly got hard. As I was kissing on him he opened his eyes, smiled at me, slipped his fingers inside me and said, "You were so incredible and beautiful to watch. Your mine and I love you so much." And there it was. The words I had been kicking and screaming about wanting to hear for the two years my husband had been expressing his desire to share me with another man. I finally got it, and it was a beautiful moment. At that point my husband's partner in crime woke up and eagerly joined in. In total we had spent fifteen hours together and we wanted to spend the rest of the whole day as well but I had already made plans with a girlfriend to go to a winery so I got up, took a shower and got dressed. J and G went downstairs for coffee while I got ready to leave. I bounced down the stairs with a smile on my face to go meet my girlfriend. I kissed my amazing husband goodbye and gave our new, wonderful friend, J, a hug. J looked at my husband and I and said, "You know, this could have been a train wreck but it was one of the most amazing and hot experiences I have ever had. "

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