When my husband returned from his business trip with Eric (name changed for anonymity), our sex life reached a fever pitch. His first night home, he had barely pulled me into the bedroom before we were tearing at each other’s clothes, sharing thoughts on how incredibly turned on the prior night of sexting had made us. Our mouths explored each other’s bodies as we whispered fantasies of what could have happened if only I had been in town with them both.
In the heat of passion, he asked me to detail my prior sexual experiences I had enjoyed with Eric. My initial hesitation stalled me for a moment. Did my husband really want to hear my exploits that happened before we were together? Would he view me differently if he knew the details of what I had done with another man? What that other man had done with me? I pushed my doubts aside, reassured by the deep knowledge that my husband loved me unconditionally, and slowly began telling my stories. I started by recalling milder stories of kissing and light playing between Eric and myself. My husband’s body responded immediately to my account. I knew he enjoyed hearing it, so I pressed on, recounting more and more passionate details of lust, until we both were completely emptied, having given ourselves fully to one another.
To my surprise, we were both incredibly turned on by the Hotpast aspect of sharing these stories, and we began sharing them more readily and frequently. I found that when I shared my stories, I felt unbelievably sexy being desired by other men as husband hung on to my every word. In listening to my stories, my husband enjoyed the sense of having a wife who was (is) lusted after by others. It ignited a desire in him to once again chase after me as though he was competing for my attention and affection as when we were first dating.
I found myself also asking about his past conquests – many of whom I know personally. As he would share various experiences with these beautiful women, I would be overcome by desire and passion for him, almost feeling a sense of pride that this man, who very well could have chosen any number of these women to be with him, eventually chose me over them all.
In all our sharing, there was never a sense of jealousy or mistrust. Instead, we were actually drawn closer to each other, with each story reaffirming that we ultimately chose each other as partners. From the beginning of our marriage, we had always had a committed mindset of mutual respect and trust. This allowed us to share desires and fantasies in an uninhibited fashion. We also made sure to reconnect with each other – we communicated honestly and continually about what we enjoyed in our stories, which in turn, made the fantasies that much more fulfilling.
Our Hotpast stories fueled many nights of passion, and we began to press a bit into more present-day situations. Was there a guy I found attractive while out for a girl’s night? Did anyone catch my eye at the gym? We role played through various scenarios of a quick make out in the back of a bar with a tall stranger. Or having a sweaty oral session in the sauna with someone I’ve chatted up while working out. Each time we fantasized, our stories became more vivid, and our sexual appetite more voracious. I found myself enjoying the excitement even when I was out doing daily things. Shopping for clothes? I’d snap sexy photos of myself in a dressing room and send them to my husband, teasing him about a man I found attractive in the store. Picking up dry cleaning? I’d send a pic from the car and wonder in my text to my husband if anyone could see me with my shirt pulled down. We both enjoyed the allure of having others see me, or possibly even join me…
One night after a busy week, I crawled in bed next to my husband, fully expecting to fall fast asleep. But sleep would not find me right away. As I curled up with my pillow, I felt the familiar, firm presence of my husband behind me, beckoning for my attention. He slipped his arm around me to pull me into him and whispered in my ear, “You’re going to need to take some days off from work this week. I booked us a vacation… and I think you’re going to like it…” We don’t take many vacations with our work schedules so I was intrigued by the timing, but more so by the mischievous tone in his voice when he said these words. He slipped a hand under my camisole and playfully squeezed my breasts and teased me that he wouldn’t be the only one holding these by the end of the week. My interest was piqued as my nipples hardened between his fingers. He shared that he had found a topless optional resort for couples in Cancun. All-inclusive food and drinks. Sexy topless pools and hot tubs. Themed party nights filled with dancing. It sounded amazing.
I rolled my body toward him and listened intently as he shared more details of the “tempting” resort (some refer to it as TTR). As he spoke, he reached around me and let his hand slide down my back to the curve of my waist until he stopped on my perky ass, barely covered by lacy panties. He squeezed hard as he told me he couldn’t wait for me to be in public in nothing but a thong bikini bottom during the day, and revealing, sexy themed lingerie at night. The idea was thrilling for me. I started to get wet as his hand slid back up, pulling my camisole up, revealing my breasts. He pushed me on my back and his mouth quickly found my nipples. I could feel his breathing become more rapid as he asked whether I would enjoy such a vacation. I nodded and confirmed that it sounded enticing.
My husband’s mouth continued to play on my breasts. He looked at me and asked whether I would want to have someone else do this to me in Cancun. I moaned in affirmation, feeling the heat between my legs grow. Instinctively, my husband shifted his body lower, allowing his mouth and tongue to slide down my stomach to the top of my panties. He stopped short. The tease was unbearable. I shifted my hips and arched my back, willing for him to pull them aside so he could taste my excitement. He looked at me again. Sliding my panties to the side, he slipped a finger in and asked if I would also want someone else to do this to me as he watched. As my hips moved in sync with his hand, I said yes. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel another man’s hands explore my body in the most intimate of ways. I wanted my husband to see my body pleasured by another man. I wanted to return that same pleasure to that man. And I wanted my husband to watch in excitement, then ravage me in complete reclamation once the interlude had ended.
I told him all these things in no uncertain terms. Keeping my panties to the side, he pulled his muscular body up on mine and gave me what I so desired. I wanted his full weight on top of me. I wanted his hands tangled in my hair. I wanted his breath on my neck. He gave me all of this and more, knowing my body so well. His tempo quickened as I said that I wanted to feel another man’s body. His fingers dug into me as I told him I wanted to cum for another man. And his body finally gave way into mine and we climaxed together as I whispered that I wanted to have another man’s cum on my breasts.
We laid together for a moment, our bodies still intertwined. Our racing heartbeats eventually calmed. Our breathing finally slowed. We drifted off to sleep, anxiously awaiting our upcoming departure for our next adventure together…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rua8pk/chapter_3_how_a_sweet_sorority_girl_with_a_phd
Incredible journey! Can’t wait to read the next chapter! 🔥