For years my husband had expressed his interest in seeing me with another man… A man with a large cock who could give me pleasure that he couldn’t.
I questioned him was that truly what he wanted and he always replied “your pleasure is my pleasure”.
So I[F] finally agreed to start messaging another [M]an, one my husband had already been in contact with.
The conversation was casual at first but not for long.
He stated “so I hear you like the idea of being fucked by a big cock?”
I replied ” Yeah I do like the idea of it?” and I really really did like the idea, but hesitant to know if it would actually happen.
He then sent me a picture of his cock. I was astonished. I had never seen a cock that big, other than in porn of course. It was at that moment I knew needed that cock.. I had to feel, taste, and fuck it.
Every time I fucked my husband after that his big cock would be in the back of mind. And my husband knew too.
My husband would ask me during sex: “what do you want? Tell me what you want!”
In which I replied: ” I want that big cock! I need to feel that big cock stretch and fill me! Please, please let me fuck him!”
After many more sexting conversations and picture messages the sexual tension began to grow. My thoughts had been consumed and my curiosity was growing stronger.
Finally the time had come and we all agreed to meet in person.
I was so very anxious, but even more curious to meet the man I would soon be fucking.
Sitting at a booth waiting for him to arrive seemed like an eternity… I couldn’t believe I was sitting there..I wanted run away but yet I sat there because I knew how excited I was to have my hand on his cock.
Once he arrived, he slid in the booth real close, introduced himself and kissed me on the cheek. There was small talk back and forth between him and I… While occasionally reaching under the table to touch and squeeze my thigh. I kept my hands above the table. He could tell I was nervous, and knew I had a lot on my mind.
So he asked.
I replied to him: “I can’t believe I am actually sitting here talking to another man about fucking me.”
He replied along the lines of: “Well maybe this help you grasp the situation” He then reached for my hand and pulled it under the table to place it on his cock.
It was huge.
My heart beating in my throat and I could feel my panties getting wetter. I was grabbing another man’s dick… At that moment I didn’t even care that were in a public place and so a squeezed. I could feel his blood pumping as his cock began to throb and grow. I pull my had away and return it above the table.. I looked at him with a very naughty smirky showing my enjoyment.
His hand would find its way to my knee, up my inner thigh, and then would gently graze my pussy… I had never regretted not wearing a dress more.
I reach down to grab and squeeze his cock again, harder than before.
I wanted him in me. No, I needed him in me.
The meeting seemed to end way too soon… We parted ways where we both went home horny and eager for more.
It was the confirmation I needed. The next time I would get a taste and we would fuck without hesitation.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bvatu3/the_first_time_we_met
Your husband’s a cuck, I’d suggest to divorce him ASAP, but hey, you do you