It had been a few days since John joined me and my husband for a photo shoot, which resulted in Jack watching me having sex with John. That evening, after John parted company with us, Jack and I discussed exploring more options. We established some initial guidelines. A couple more days went by before we talked about it again.
“Did you have any more thoughts about our discussion the other night?” Jack asked.
“I get aroused knowing you want to watch me have sex with other men,” I replied honestly.
“Have you considered who you want to have sex with next?” Jack asked in a forthright way.
“Not anyone that I know. The guys at my work have no idea about our arrangement. And it wouldn’t sit well with me knowing how people like to gossip there. What do you think about… No, it’s crazy.” I stopped before I completed what I wanted to say.
“No, nothing is too crazy. Tell me, baby, what’s on your mind?” Jack insisted on hearing me out.
“Well, what do you think about me having sex with a stranger while you watch and take pictures?” I asked.
“Having sex with a stranger is downright wicked, honey. We have to be careful,” Jack replied. He did not hide that he liked to share me with a stranger, but he also showed some concern for my safety.
“What about one of the men who responded to me from the photo site?” I asked. “Some appear to be nice in their comments. And some have been gentlemen in their private messages to me.”
“Is there anyone in particular who appeals to you?” Jack asked.
“Well, this guy named Frank comes to mind,” I said. “He always writes to tell me how beautiful I am and how he loves my body. He only lives an hour’s drive from us. Based on his pics and shared experience, I think he would be a good candidate. His cock pics are pretty sexy too.”
I showed Jack Frank’s messages and photos. “What do you think?” I asked.
“Jack thought for a second or two and replied, “I agree, he would be a good candidate. We could arrange to meet him at a bar or restaurant in the city. Before we meet with him, we could check into a nice hotel. Then, once we meet him, we could decide whether to invite him back to our room.”
I smiled and nodded my head in excitement. My heart and my pussy throbbed for more of this kind of sex, although there was this concern I had about how to balance between being a slut and a loving wife.
Through the online forum, I sent a private message to Frank, asking if he would like to meet Jack and me. I didn’t need to explain why. I just wanted to know where he stood. My answer came from his quick reply that he would love to meet us.
We exchanged phone numbers and set a date for Saturday night at a downtown restaurant to meet and see if we were compatible. Jack made reservations for a hotel within walking distance from the restaurant.
I was excited. My pussy was wet, and my body tingled with anticipation.
“Are you as horny as I am right now?” I asked my husband.
Jack nodded, “Fuck yes!”
“Oh, honey, let’s not waste this moment,” I said as I took his hand and pulled him into our bedroom.
Our clothes came off quickly, and we tumbled naked on the bed. Jack’s cock was hard and swollen. I was very wet. We were too horny for foreplay, and within seconds, Jack had me on my back with my legs spread and his cock fully buried inside me.
“Oh, husband of mine, you feel so good,” I moaned.
Jack was full of vinegar. He fucked me with deep thrusts that caused the bed to groan beneath us. At the same time, Jack kissed me and pulled on my horny nipples. He gave me a hard pounding, and within a couple of minutes, I had my first orgasm.
“OH GOD! I’M CUMMING, BABY!” I screamed as my orgasm washed through my body. It felt so good.
Jack didn’t give my pussy time to rest. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees and took me from behind in doggie fashion. He grabbed my hips and fucked me with rapid short thrusts. My second orgasm came quickly and was more intense than the first.
I collapsed on the bed, gasping for air, with Jack on top of me. He had expelled a ton of energy, and I could tell he needed a breather. However, he hadn’t climaxed and was still very horny. He rolled off of me and laid on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling.
I took the lead and swung my leg over his body. I lowered my dripping pussy over his cock and sank until he fully impaled me. God, that felt incredible!
“Just lie still, honey,” I said as I began to rise and lower myself on his cock. I braced my hands on his chest and rode him slow and easy.
“Oh, baby, you make my cock so hard,” Jack moaned the words as he ran his hands along my sides.
“You got really horny thinking about me fucking another man, didn’t you?” I asked as I tightened my pussy around his rigid pole.
“Yes. I admit it. The thought of watching you have sex with another man gets me hotter than fuck,” Jack confessed.
I decided to continue the dirty talk to see how long he would last before busting a nut.
“You are looking forward to watching Frank bury his big fat cock into my pussy, stretching me open and fucking me hard until I cum again and again,” I teased.
I could feel my husband’s cock throbbing inside me, and I knew, along with my slow-sliding pussy, that my words were turning him on. I continued to slow-fuck my husband, using my vagina to squeeze him as hard as I could.
“Oh, God!” He exclaimed. “Yes! I want to see him stretch your pussy and make you cum!”
I smiled inside and continued the long, slow rise and fall up and down his cock.
“And you will take a lot of pictures so we can re-live those glorious moments again and again,” I whispered into his ear. “I want you to watch him fill my pussy and watch me squirm and scream when he fucks me. I want you to watch us have incredible orgasms.”
“OH, GODDD!” Jack yelled as his cock swelled inside me and began pumping his hot semen deep inside my pussy. His orgasm brought on my orgasm, and we climaxed together. What a wondrous moment for both of us.
I lay on top of Jack as his cock slowly softened and slipped from my pussy. I could feel his semen leaking from the gaping hole and smearing between my thighs.
“Sit on my face, baby,” Jack implored. “Let me eat you.”
I wasn’t going to turn down such a splendid offer and decided I would reciprocate at the same time as I turned on top of him, facing the opposite direction. I lowered my pussy, already flowing with his semen and my fluids, onto his waiting mouth. At the same time, I took his wet, sticky cock into my mouth and gently licked and sucked it clean. In the same way as Jack, I loved the taste of our combined fluids. It was so decadent and naughty. And even more so if I were doing it with someone other than my husband.
Jack spent several minutes gently licking the copious fluids flowing out of my pussy. It was a special treat for him, much like a bowl of ice cream for dessert.
Finally, we finished, and I snuggled next to my husband, lover, and best friend. Sleep came quickly to us.
~~~~~
Saturday could not come soon enough for either of us. The anticipation of meeting Frank had both of us horny. Throughout the week, we had discussed our expectations for a weekend sexual encounter with Frank. Jack and I were constantly horny, and we had sex every night.
Friday morning, I took some time off from work and had my pussy waxed. I loved the way it felt so smooth. I could feel every fiber of my panties rubbing my folds when I walked. I also had a manicure and pedicure and had my nails painted red. And I had a perm as well. I wanted to look perfect for my potential weekend lover.
We left Saturday afternoon for the hour-long drive into the city. I brought along a black satin bustier and a black leather mini-skirt. A tiny black thong, my black stilettos heels, and a short black jacket completed my outfit.
Jack brought his special camera that he loves to use when he takes pictures of me. We checked into the hotel around 4:00 PM. Not one to skimp on luxury, Jack had reserved a large suite on the top floor with a fabulous view. It had a well-stocked bar and mini fridge.
Jack watched TV while I spent my time in the bathroom preparing for the evening ahead. I took my time applying my makeup and shiny red lipstick to match the color of my nails. After I put on my outfit, I went to show my husband.
“Wow, Babe. You look hot!” Jack said as I turned and posed for him. Jack picked up his camera and took several pictures of me in my sexy outfit.
“Do you think Frank is going to like it?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah! You can expect one good fucking and maybe two tonight,” Jack replied, counting himself in.
“Oh, I’m counting on that,” I said.
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At 7:00 PM, we walked out of the hotel and one block down the street to the restaurant. Frank had arrived just before we did. He was seated at the bar and rose to stand just as we approached him. He was taller than I expected, and he looked better than his pictures, with his sandy blonde hair combed back and glittering blue eyes.
“You must be Brandy,” he said as he held my hand and kissed it. You are more beautiful in person, I must say.” He certainly was a gentleman, and his charm nearly made me blush.
“It is such a pleasure to meet you, Frank,” I managed to say as I found myself in awe of this fellow. “This is my husband, Jack. “He is my photographer, you know.”
“Hi, Frank. Pleased to meet you,” Jack said as he shook Frank’s hand.
Frank appeared awkward to be standing face-to-face with my husband. I felt somewhat discouraged by that. I do remember telling Frank that my husband would be with me. Fortunately, the waitress appeared during that brief awkward moment and led us to our table, a round booth in a back corner where we would have some privacy to talk.
I slid in first and moved to the center. I wanted a man on each side of me. Jack sat on my left, and Frank sat on my right. Our waitress took our drink order and then left us.
Jack and I both looked at Frank. His eyes were mostly on me, with occasional glances at Jack.
“I love your photos,” Frank started the conversation. “Your photo thread on the forum is one of the hottest.”
“Thank you, Frank. Jack and I enjoy taking interesting, sexy photos. I carefully select my lingerie and the poses. Jack does a great job with his camera to capture the best images,” I replied.
“I can tell you enjoyed doing that last photo set that you posted,” Frank said with a hint of sarcasm. “Your style and content changed somewhat.”
I knew that Frank was referring to the photos of John and I engaged in sex, somewhat totally different from my previous pictures.
“Do you like those pictures? I replied with equal sarcasm. “The man in bed with me is one of my husband’s clients who had seen my earlier photos, recognized me, and asked to watch one of my photo sessions,” I truthfully revealed.
Jack remained quiet, leaving the conversation to Frank and me. I felt like I was carrying all the weight, but maybe Jack wanted to see how well I could handle myself. Under the table, I put my left hand on Jack’s lap and held his cock through his pants. Jack placed his hand over mine as if to keep it in place. I smile inwardly.
“He was doing more than watching,” Frank replied with a smirk.
“That was Jack’s idea,” I responded. “But I did enjoy doing that photo shoot.”
There was a moment of silence. Frank looked at Jack and then back to me.
“You didn’t invite me here just to discuss the photos on your forum thread, did you?” Frank asked, being more direct about why we were there.
“You’re the one that asked me about it, Frank,” I said, feeling like maybe this guy was somewhat jealous.
Something felt off. Maybe I was feeling paranoid. I didn’t know what it was, and I was about to ask Frank if anything was bothering him, but before I could ask, he moved and put his left hand on my partially exposed thigh. His hand was warm and quite large. I suspected that his cock was also warm and growing large at that moment.
The image of Frank’s cock from the photos he sent popped into my mind. Mmm, so thick, round, long, and shaped like a banana. My pussy loves bananas, and my clit began to tingle, and my uneasiness quickly faded.
“You’re right,” Jack chimed in. “To be blunt, I want to share my wife with you. I want to watch you having sex with Brandy, and I want to take photos.”
Frank’s eyes flashed wide open. He was surprised by Jack’s forward response. There was another moment of silence. The waitress arrived with our drinks, and we barely noticed her.
“I’ll come back later to take your dinner orders,” the waitress said after placing our drinks on the table.
I squeezed Jack’s cock again through his pants. Then, I spread my legs under the table, inviting Frank’s hand to roam. Frank looked at me. I stared into his eyes as he stared into mine.
“To tell you the truth, I enjoy NSA sex with mostly single women. Having a husband in the room while I’m fucking his wife can create a bit of unwanted drama,” Frank said.
And now I knew what was bothering him. Perhaps it was my fault for not directly telling Frank that my husband would be in the room with us; I could see that he was confused.
I smiled and said, “You won’t get any drama from us. Jack and I love each other very much. There is no greater love than the one we have for each other. He is a great lover, and we have incredible sex together. We are also very open with each other. I just recently learned that my husband wants to share me with other men. As you can see from our last photo forum, there was no drama.”
I paused to let what I said sink in. I put my right hand on Frank’s hand and gently guided it further up my thigh.
After a moment of silence, I asked softly in a sultry voice, “Will you accept our invitation, indulge in our desires, and fuck me while Jack takes pictures.”
“Well, this is all fucked up, but what the hell, you’re just too damn hot to pass up on.”
“Well, thank you, Frank. I promise that I am a hell of a lot hotter in bed,” I said seductively.
“Gawd-Damn! You’re something!”
I leaned close to Frank’s ear. “I want to make one thing clear. My husband is not a cuckold. Show him respect while we’re in the room,” I whispered.
Frank looked at me. He knew that I was serious and nodded his head.
I was still caressing Jack’s cock under the table, which enlarged in my grip. Frank moved his hand up the smooth skin of my inner thigh and began rubbing my pussy through my wet thong.
“Damn, woman! You’re ready, aren’t you?” Frank said next to my ear.
I reached down with my free hand and pulled my thong aside. “Would you test it for me?”
Frank slipped two fingers inside my cunt. His fingers were thick and caused me to hiss and squeeze my husband’s cock even tighter. In response, I moved my hand from my thong and reached over to Frank’s lap to find his cock hard under the material of his pants. I gave his thick shaft a squeeze that caused his fingers to curl once again inside my pussy.
Frank pulled his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to his nose for the smell test. “Mmm,” I heard him make a soft moan of approval. Then he gave his wet fingers the taste test, after which he wiped his fingers with his dinner napkin.
“He leaned toward my ear and whispered, “You will be my dessert tonight.”
“And you will be mine,” I whispered back and gave his cock a final squeeze. Then I let go of both men and picked up my drink.
The men picked up their drinks, and we made a toast to fulfill our fantasies. We drank and laughed.
We ordered and filled our bellies with steak and lobster and finished it off with an expensive bottle of wine. Frank asked many questions about how we met, how long we’ve been married, and our jobs. Jack gave a brief explanation of how we met. I told Frank that my husband and I have a marvelous union and love each other more than the sun, moon, and stars. Jack didn’t tell Frank much about our professions, except he was a top executive at a software company, and I was in marketing. Jack likes to brag some.
Frank told us that he was married but separated pending a divorce. Frank said he owns an engineering firm, and when he is not working, he likes to party and have sex.
Outside of the personal information we exchanged, we were conversing like old friends about average everyday topics while knowing and feeling the nagging anticipation of having sex with a man we met through the amateur picture site, and now shoulder to shoulder for the first time.
It felt thrilling and exciting, and yet it seemed so surreal. Average people don’t do this sort of thing. It seemed naughty. Deeper than that, I was having sleazy, dirty thoughts and feelings about letting another man fuck me in front of my husband. I felt like a slut, and in a good way, like a hot, delicious slut. My heart was pumping, and, for a moment, I lapsed into what felt like a hot flash. My body perspired, my nipples swelled and began to ache, and the nerves in my clit began to buzz.
“Are you okay?” Frank asked when he heard my shallow moan.
“Oh, I’m feeling dandy,” I replied, squeezing his hand.
The discussion shifted to sex. Frank had a point with his concern about being in the photos. He asked about our intentions with the pictures, how much we would share, and how much we might post. Jack assured Frank that we would share all the photos with him. We would let Frank approve any pictures we post of him, and we would blur his face to remain discrete.
Frank also asked if I was still having sex with John, the first guy I had sex with. I told Frank that John was history. Then I whispered in his ear and reminded him to respect my husband. I know that in situations like this, most men take for granted that the husband is a cuckold. My husband is far from cuckold. He is unbelievably masculine, strong, and firm, and I am his sub.
“I assure you, I will respect your husband, but I will fuck you good, and I will make you scream my name,” Frank said, and his words hit me like a tsunami. My pussy turned into a cavern of fire, eager to consume every inch of Frank’s cock.
When dinner ended, Jack footed the four-hundred-fifty-dollar tab that was near the same price he paid for the hotel suite. I hoped Frank would be worth my husband’s generosity.
We left the restaurant at 9:30 and walked to the hotel, with me in the middle. I walked between Frank and my husband, my arms hooked around theirs, and my ass wagging with each step I took in my tall heels. My thong could not contain my juices. I could feel the dampness between my thighs.
To Be Continued. The next chapter takes on exactly where this chapter leaves off.
