This weekend, I am going to a sex party. Without my husband. He knows and wants video. He wants to be cucked, but not in person. Not yet anyway. We’ve swapped before, I mean, just two weeks ago he invited his friends over during the football game and they all took turns fucking me. But that’s not the same as cucking. He wants a little humiliation, but not a lot. Not yet. He wants to see me with another man and not be allowed to fuck me himself. But he isn’t ready in person yet. And that’s okay. The whole idea of it makes me fucking wet.
So, at the sex party this weekend, I am going with a guy that I regularly fuck when my husband isn’t available. Hubby knows about him, it’s not cheating. We are in a somewhat poly relationship, though I sleep around far more than he does. Although, he did fuck the chick that came over during our football Free-Use Weekend. That was the first time I had ever seen him with another girl. It turned me on! The jealousy, the rage, the sex, fucking hot! Anyways, back to this weekend, or rather to last night.
This weekend is set. Sex party, video what I can of the guys fucking me, the end. Oh, he also wants me to text him throughout, dirty texts of how hot they are, how much they make me cum. I love my little freaky husband, and the cuck he is becoming. It’s brand new, and last night, we did kind of a practice run. It was completely unexpected, impromptu, but turned us both on — big time!
I took him shopping with me, to look for a new dress. A dress for this weekend. A dress for other guys to admire me in, watch me take off, and then let them fuck me. A dress with the only intention of seducing any man that isn’t my husband. I went with black. I tried on reds and whites and navies, and stripped, and patterned, but in the end, I went with black. Not the little black dress that every girl should have, no. This number is a shiny, shimmering, sparkly. And ridiculously short. It makes my legs look much longer than they are, and at 5’8 my legs aren’t short. When I sit down, I have to be careful or flash myself to the world. Which probably isn’t a bad thing in a sex club. This isn’t a dress you wear out to a family dinner. A black silk thong will go underneath. I haven’t decided on bra or sans bra yet. The neckline plunged down but not so much to reveal a bra. I hate dresses that show the bra cup connecting piece (I’m sure there’s a name for that) in the front. It seems, I dunno, not elegant. When I tried the dress on, I had on a black bra with minimal cup coverage that lift my breasts up quite nicely, and it was invisible with the dress on. So, that’s the upper support I’ll go with.
My husband got a bit handsy with me in the dressing room, feeling me up, with the dress on, but I quickly pushed him away. “This isn’t for you,” I said, “and you to learn that.” He smiled. “Playing hard to get. Such a teasing little slut you are.” We both laughed as I pushed him out of the dressing room. It’s safe to say we both love this dress. I have plenty of shoes, like A LOT, so all that was needed was the dress. I wore the heels that I thought I may wear to the party, just to get a feel, and they matched perfectly. Most things do with a black dress. I felt like such a sexual being when I put it on. It almost made me wet just wearing it. We checked out, walked to the car, and went to dinner.
We pulled up to the restaurant, actually a nice little wine bar with great tapas, when I had an idea. “Want a practice run?” I asked. My husband looked confused. I elaborated. “How about we go in separately. I’ll wear this new dress. And you can just watch and see if guys approach me. If they hit on me. If they touch me, maybe even try to kiss me.”
“Oooh, you are a naughty girl,” he replied. I ran my hand over the crotch of his pants and gave him a light squeeze through the denim.
“So what do you say? Want to watch your wife get hit on tonight?”
I watched the bulge in his pants grow as he agreed. I changed in the back seat and got out of the car. I felt him watch me as I walked away. The dress is slightly longer in the back, but not by much. It covers my plump ass that I work so diligently on by doing a gazillion squats a week. My clutch is a gold sparkly item that matches the sheen of the dress. I pulled it from my purse, leaving the bag in the car. I walked up to the door, of course the gentleman hosts opened it for me, and strolled into the dimly lit lounge. I searched for the bar, found it, and took a seat in the middle, two vacant seats on either side. My husband came in five minutes later and took a seat at a high top. A guy was already chatting with me at the bar. I smiled at my husband when I saw him, and let the guy touch my leg; making sure Hubby got a good view of that. Finally, the guy went away. Less than three minutes later two guys approached. I chatted and laughed with them as they bought us a round of drinks. They were quite attractive and younger than me. One was married, the other single. We chatted long enough to order another drink and for the married one to say, “Do you want me to ask for her number for you?” We all got a laugh out of that. I scribbled my number on a napkin and gave the single guy a long kiss on the lips, just six feet away from my husband. I whispered in his ear to text me later. And he did. After those two guys left, my husband approached. “Want to go home with someone tonight?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if he was asking if I wanted to let a guy pick me up, or if he was pretending to be the guy and wanted to take me home. I stuttered. He realized my quandary and laughed. “Not with me, but with, someone else. Ya know, if a guy worthy ever approaches you.”
“So, you want me to sleep with someone else tonight?” I asked.
“Well, you did offer a practice run. Maybe a little video of you fooling around with someone tonight, cucking me, will get me ready for the slut you’re going to be this weekend.” He paused, searching for a reaction. When I smiled, he continued. “So, what do you say? No sense in wasting that dress.”
“I fucking love that idea,” I smirked. “Now go away before you scare off any potential suitors.” He laughed and went back to his table, ordered another old-fashioned, and watched. Ten minutes later I walked out with someone else after putting on a steamy make-out show in front of my husband. The guy grabbed my ass on the way out. That turned on my husband because I got a text ten seconds after. What did we do? Me and my one-night stand? Exactly what my husband wanted for the rest of what happened later that night!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sn4v99/picking_up_a_guy_at_the_bar_while_my_hubby_watched
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