My first time as a hotwife

My husband and I had been married for the last nine years. For years my husband has been hinting that he wanted to try swinging. I have always been shy and had only slept with two other men before we met. To me, this seemed so foreign, and I was worried that it would hurt our marriage.



About a year ago, I felt that sex wasn't as passionate and exciting as it once was and I thought I didn't need it very often. It wasn't that our sex life was terrible, in fact, my husband is fantastic in bed, I just felt that I didn't need it as much as I use to.



One Sunday afternoon, I told my husband that I needed to run out to grab some stuff to prepare for work as I had an early Monday meeting. While I was at the supply store looking at folders, a very good looking man came into the aisle. He was an older man, maybe in his early 50s with broad shoulders and a touch of grey in his hair. He has a five o'clock shadow on his chiselled face. He was wearing jeans with a white button down shirt that fit him well. I'm not much for flirting as I am timid, but I always talk to people about anything. I struck a conversation by nerdly talking about folders. He smiled at mostly everything I said, and that's when it happened; he looked at me and said, "Can I just say that it's not very often I come in for envelopes and find a sexy and attractive woman waiting for me in the aisle." I could feel my face blushing and stumbled over my words, "Oh, umm, thank you, I'm sure you say that to all the girls." He looked me up and down as I told him I have to run. I quick cashed out still not believing what just happened.



I got back to my car and texted my husband right away. I sent a text telling him what happened. True to my husband's excitement his response was "Go back to his place." I sent a LOL and told him I had left already the store. "Too bad" he responded. Just as I was about to send another text, I was startled by a knock on my car window. It was the good looking guy. I fumbled with the window but as I opened it he said: "Can I buy you a drink." I didn't know what to do. I was flattered, I was aroused, and I was scared to death. I said, "How about a coffee." "That sounds great. Listen, we can hit the closest Starbucks, or you could follow me back to my place where I can make you the best latte you've ever tasted, and we can sit on my deck that overlooks the city". I was so nervous I blurted out "Okay!". It was with that answer he began to walk away and said: "follow my truck." I called my husband right away to tell him everything as I began to drive. I was waiting for him to tell me to turn around and come home. Except my husband encouraged it. I stay on the phone with my husband until I arrived so I could give him an address, after all, I was at a strange man's house; alone!



We went inside, and he began making lattes. We took them to the deck outside, and he was right the view was amazing. After about a half an hour of chatting, he made a move and came and sat on the outdoor sofa beside me. He put an arm around me and began to caress my should. After a few minutes of silence, I turned to look at him, and he grabbed my face and started to kiss me passionately. I could also feel his hands were going places I wasn't expecting, but I was so turned on I couldn't stop him or myself. It was then that I felt the outside of his jeans and felt the considerable bludge in his pants. Feeling it made me gasp with excitement. He broke free from my lips and asked if I wanted to go inside. The only answer I could come up with was "Yes. Yes, please". The rest of what happened seemed like a passionate blur. I stayed for about an hour, then got in my car and felt like I couldn't remember a single detail as every detail was flying vigorously through my head all at once. I was still so turned on I could hardly believe I could drive home.



As I arrived home, I began to panic. I felt like I had cheated on my husband despite his permission. I quietly opened the door of the house as if trying to sneak in. My husband wasn't in the living room or kitchen, so I called his name and began searching.



When I arrived in the bedroom, where he was, sitting on the bed with his cock in his hand. I could tell he had been playing alone for a while, he looked sweaty, and I could see his cock was shinning from all his precum. I came towards the bed, and the first words out of my mouth were "I think I may have done a bad thing." My husband seemed to get even harder at that moment and grabbed my wrist flinging me into the bed. His voice quivered as he demanded "Tell me. What kind of bad thing did you do?". I could tell he was excited to hear that I was bad. So I began to tell him what happened once I went inside the guy's house. The more I talked, the more he turned on. I talked about kissing him, and then I kneeled straight up on the bed, now only in my bra and panties and told him how he passionately kissed me. He could see very clearly now, that my crotch was totally soaked. He pointed at my wet spot and said, “what about that, how did that happen”? I shrugged my shoulders and said it was nothing. He asked if I was that wet from foreplay, or did I have sex with him. I shrugged and giggled. My husband moved down the bed and got his face close to my wet panties. I grabbed both of his hands and said, “I don’t think that you really want to go there”.



He moved back up and whispered in my ear, "I really do need to go there, and I think that you really want me to go there too." He moved back down and began to remove my panties. This time I grabbed his hands and said, “are yor sure”? He shook my head yes while kissing my tummy, I said, “ok, but it’s dirty”!



At that moment, I could feel a hot flash run through my body, for some reason I didn't make that guy wear a condom and I let him cum in me and in a moment my husband was going to know it.



As he peeled them down I could see my wetness clinging to my panties. He pulled them down past my knees, and I kicked my feet upward, to ease the process. When I had cleared my feet, I spread my knees, giving him full access for inspection.



As he got closer, I could see that the wetness was seeping from my vagina. He put the tip of his tongue on my clit and one hand on each side of my labia. I squeezed his hands gently as he spread my lips open so slowly. As my vagina became more visible, I could see he was gently opening my pussy, I could see some globs of white fluid begin to seep out.



He moved his nose down to my opening, and he took a deep sniff; I know he could smell semen. He looked up at me and said, “You didn’t you use protection?”. As I struggled to find words, thinking this is where it all ended another sizable glob of the older man's seed from deep inside spilled out. I’m not really sure what came over me, but at that instant, I said "Taste me. Taste him. I want you to taste everything. I took his big hard cock inside of me. I took his cum, and I brought it home to you. Now I want you to clean up the mess." I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. But it was with those words that my husband buried his tongue and face deep inside my pussy. I couldn't believe it, this was the first time that my husband had ever tasted the cum of another man, and it was coming from deep inside my wet pussy.



The cum was on my husband's tongue, just long enough for me to see it before he reinserted his tongue to gently mine for more of my hidden treasure. He licked my pussy and clit until I was about to cum, then I stood up, to have him lay on his back. I spread my legs and straddled his face. I started talking dirty again, telling him to get that cum, get all mix of his cum and mine. I could feel my pussy walls contracting on his face. I had a feeling it was going to be one of the most intense orgasms I may ever have, but my husband stopped just before I exploded.



By now, my husband's cock was as hard as a diamond. I was more than ready for him to take his proper place inside of me. I grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. I commented on just how tight his balls were, and how it looked like he was ready to cum. He pulled my body toward him, to get me to mount him cowgirl style. It didn't take long, I began to thrust up and down only for a few minutes and decided to say one more thing about my encounter as I moaned "I was riding his cock just like this when I began to cum, and then he came inside my wet pussy seconds later." It was then that my husband gave a final hard thrust and came deep inside my already soaked pussy. He kept thrusting as his cum began to leak out of me. I rubbed his balls and could feel the cum dripping out. I told him not to take his cock out yet. I slowly rode up and down on him for a few more minutes as we kissed. I looked down at my husband "I have two hot loads of cum inside of me. I'm going to bring my pussy up to your face, and I want you to clean it up. Can you do that?". He looked at me with a smile "I love your wet creamy pussy, bring it up here."



After that night we talked about what happened, and over time we both began to venture out with other people, and we bring the stories back to the bedroom. We love each other and are not planning on changing our life. Our once a month fun is just that, fun that we have apart, but fun that we bring back together.