I’m so flattered to have received so many inquiries for details about how I found this lifestyle. It’s been one of the most amazing journeys to experience with my husband, and I’d love to share our experience here. Each week, I’ll be posting detailed accounts of another step we’ve taken together. I hope that you can share in our enjoyment. Here’s where the story begins…
My husband and I have been happily married for almost 20 years. We’ve always had a fulfilling sex life, and genuinely enjoy each other’s company. That said, as careers, kids, and real life pounded down on us, we wanted to be sure we stayed connected and strong through it all – we never wanted the initial passion we felt for each other to fade. We sat down one night and talked openly about how to keep our spark strong. We agreed that the start of any relationship is always the most exciting – everything is new! So, we decided to act as though we were each other’s boyfriend/girlfriend, not just a husband/wife who are like passing ships in the night. My husband asked if I would send him sexy texts and pictures throughout the day at work. It hadn’t occurred to me to do this – in my mind, that was a thing for younger couples to do, and I had never done anything like that before. It gave me such a rush at the thought that my sexy pictures were out there for someone – even if only my husband. My flirty texts would drive him wild at work so that when he came home, he would tease, flirt, and ravish me in irresistible ways that gave me butterflies. This would lead me to want to greet him at home with nothing but lingerie on, and so our desire to please each other would feed on itself. It was fabulous and fun.
One summer, he had a business trip in Vegas and I was able to join him for a few days there. After a day of him working, we decided to go to the pool – a European style pool with a laid back topless optional vibe. We had fantasized about how sexy it might be for me to bare my breasts in public, so I went for it. We were both so nervous to do this that I only had my top off for about five hot minutes, but the sexual energy was charging through us like wild. A group of younger men were at the bar area, trying (unsuccessfully) to hide their glances my way. My husband and I were unbelievably turned on at the thought of other men looking at me, and we proceeded to head back to our hotel room and have wild sex, fantasizing and talking about what those men might be doing. Were they getting hard for me back in their hotel room? Maybe they went and had sex with their girlfriend while thinking of the woman with sexy curves and perky breasts from the pool? The excitement was incredible.
We decided that night to visit a strip club together to continue the fun. I had never been to one before and really didn’t know what to expect. It was an upscale establishment, which made me more comfortable. I wore a tight, low-cut dress and heels that made me feel incredibly sexy. We first sat and watched as beautiful ladies danced and performed some talented moves on a pole. I was enamored by their soft curves and supple breasts. I’ve always appreciated the female form, but this was a new level of excitement for me to be surrounded by so many confident, beautiful bodies. My husband told me to pick out a girl I found attractive, so that she could dance privately for me. My eyes landed on a young, tight beauty with long dark hair and smaller, but beautiful breasts.
The three of us went to a semi private area in the back for her dance. She began by dancing for my husband first and I watched in awe how her body swayed to the music, tempting him with her luscious curves. My husband, in an effort to be respectful of me, had kept his hands by his side during her dance. But it was too much for me. I had an overwhelming urge to see what it would be like for him to feel her body. It gave me a sense of what it would have been like to witness him in his younger days of flirting, chasing, and bedding women. I was wet with curiosity. She was still dancing for him, sitting on his lap with her back arched so that I’m sure she could feel his hardness under her. Slowly, I reached out and took his hand, leading it up to her smooth waist, and up higher still until I placed his hand on her breast. His eyes locked on mine. A swirl of surprise and erotic desire blazed hot, and in that moment we both knew, without speaking a word, that enjoying someone together could be a fantasy come true.
As she continued to dance, I watched as my husband’s hands became more exploratory. I watched as she untied her string top and let her breasts fall in his face. I watched as his strong fingers grazed her firm ass. A twinge surged through me – not jealousy, but a secure knowledge that, even though he is mine and I am his, in this moment, his attention is on another women. He is enjoying her. He is excited by her. He is enticed by her. And I loved. Every. Minute. It was a new feeling for me. A feeling of pure freedom where I could be content and excited for my husband to have a shared moment with another woman, because I knew that he would share all of his pleasure with me at the end of the night. I would be the beneficiary of all that built up in him during this adventure with her.
Her attention turned to me, and I welcomed her to come and dance. She smelled like baby powder and her skin was so smooth as it brushed against me. I hesitantly drew my hands up on her waist to feel how soft she was. She reached out for my hand and encouraged me to feel on her bare breasts. They were different than mine, and it was so new, exciting, and arousing. She put her legs between mine, and I willingly spread my knees apart for her to slide her body onto mine. I was overcome by the heat that I felt when her body moved on me. At this point, she was wearing only a string bottom, which barely covered her smooth womanhood. Her hands explored my body as she danced, and I was surprised with myself how excited I was when she pulled my low-cut dress to the side to expose my breast. She played with my nipple, pinching with her fingers and sucking with her mouth. I was in a state of pure ecstasy knowing that my husband was right there watching his wife be pleasured by another woman.
My panties were wet as her time with us ended. On the drive back to the hotel we were like two college kids who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. I’m sure our driver thought we were newlyweds who were about to have sex for the very first time! At the hotel, the elevator door had barely closed before my husband dropped to his knees, pulled up my dress, and pulled aside my wet panties. He took me in his mouth without regard to whether the elevator would open for someone else to see. Knowing that he was tasting my wetness from the night drove me wild.
When we got to our room, he took my face in his hands and kissed me in the doorway. A deep, lingering kiss to remind me that I’m his, no matter if his hands or eyes are on another woman. We fell into the bed and had the most passionate night of sex I had ever had in my life. He pleasured my body on the sofa so that I could see his eyes as he filled me up. He held me against the window, giving my body what I needed to the viewing pleasure of anyone who might be walking by. He placed me in front of a mirror so I could watch my own pleasure as he worshiped my body. By the time we both finished, our breathing heavy and ragged, our bodies were emptied, but fulfilled by the dual pleasure we were able to give and receive with each other. This was the experience that led us to open our mindset to the possibilities that would later come…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rlnfcs/chapter_1_how_a_sweet_sorority_girl_with_a_phd
Great story. Eager for more adventures!