Coming home from New Orleans brought a flood of emotions. Gratitude for solid friendships. Appreciation for a supportive husband. Excitement for a sexy adventure ahead. Chatting with Michael heated up the week I returned home, and the discussion of taking things a step further had begun. It was difficult to work that week, as my thoughts were filled with possibilities, and my inbox filled with messages from Michael. Each evening I’d come home and share highlights from the day’s messages with my husband. He loved seeing me express my sexuality in such bold ways. He fucked me passionately each night, talking openly about what it would be like for me to come home after a date night out with Michael. Would we click in person? After all, we had only seen each other that one time before. Would we take things to the bedroom if the night progressed? We had agreed to just have drinks first and not rush things. The questions and possibilities flowed freely through our minds as we played them out together.
Finally, I came home one afternoon and held up my phone for my husband to see. Michael had suggested drinks that Friday after work. It was just one message in a strand of many that day. I read a few aloud – How sexy he thought my ass looked. How I wanted to feel his hands on me. How he needed me to make him cum. And with that, my husband had to have me.
I’ll never forget how passionate and hungry his kisses were as he took me to the bed. Laying me down on my back, my husband kissed my neck and shoulders as he slowly pulled my shorts and panties down. The rest of our clothes made their way into a heap next to the bed within minutes. My husband gathered me in his arms underneath him and held me tightly as he pumped into me, giving me the thrill of being so ardently desired.
My legs wrapped around him as we rocked together in unison. Our bodies connected physically and emotionally in that moment. I moaned into his chest as he bottomed out in me, feeling my pussy further tighten as I began to cum. I panted as he began his own release, reveling in the feel of him exploding in me. Laying there afterwards, we had a moment of recognition and clarity of what was to come. It thrilled us to no end.
Friday seemed to come quickly that week. The afternoon was a blur as I came home and showered to get ready. I remember standing at my bathroom counter in nothing but my robe as I applied my eyeshadow when my husband came up from behind me. He was in some running shorts that left little to the imagination as to his state of arousal. And he was more than aroused at the thought of me going out that night. Pressing his hardness against my ass, he teased me about how wet I’d be when I saw Michael. Dipping his hand under my robe, he was caught off guard to find how wet I already was at the thought of it.
I chuckled and teasingly swatted his hand away, reminding him that I couldn’t be late. He feigned a sigh of frustration and agreed to help select my lingerie and dress for the night. Opening my lingerie drawer, my husband thumbed through a few options before finally settling on a red Lounge bra and panty set. Bold but not overstated. Just the right touch of sexy class for a first date. He then chose a breezy black dress to go over it. Slightly suggestive in all the right places. Perfect for a casual Friday night out.
Michael texted to confirm just as I was slipping on my heels. I crossed over to where my husband was standing and gave him a lingering kiss. He smiled down at me with the most affectionate desire. Giving me a quick pat on the ass, he sent me on my way to see Michael. We had agreed to have drinks at a small bar out of the way, so that we wouldn’t risk bumping into people we may know.
When I arrived at the bar, Michael had just pulled in himself, and was getting out of his car. I watched as he checked his appearance in the door window and slipped on a sports coat. I smiled at the added touch of class. Opening my door, I stepped out and met Michael on the sidewalk by the entrance. Seeing his eyes light up made me blush. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and commented on how nice I looked as we walked in.
We found a small booth near a corner and ordered our first round. There was a live band that night, and we enjoyed light conversation about music preferences and artists. Even through the casual banter, a streak of sexual tension ran strong. We sat next to one another in the booth and as the evening progressed, our bodies migrated closer and closer to one another. The feel of my bare leg brushing up against his pants was almost electric. Michael’s hand casually dropped to my thigh and rested there for a moment. There was a small pause in conversation as we locked eyes.
Michael’s thumb began to trace circles on my skin and his lips curled up in a mischievous grin. My heart thumped in my ears, drowning out the sound of the band. Before I could comment that his hand felt nice on me, Michael leaned in and kissed me. Fuck. He was a good kisser. I parted my lips and let his tongue inside. I massaged his tongue with mine, feeling the rush of his touch against me. His mouth almost instinctively read mine and matched my rhythm and pace. His hand squeezed my thigh as he pulled back and we both smiled.
The waitress broke our gaze as she took another order from us, and I excused myself to the ladies’ room to freshen up. Only I didn’t need to freshen up. Instead, I texted my husband to check in. I let him know that the night was going great and that we shared an intense kiss. He was ecstatic. We had already discussed safety and with that, he told me to enjoy myself, and gave me permission to take the night as far as I felt comfortable. Smiling, I returned my phone to my purse, and freshened up anyway, because that’s what ladies do, right?
Walking back to the table, I saw that Michael had removed his sports coat. His arms filled out his button down well, and I couldn’t help but comment as I sat next to him. He teased me that they would feel even better wrapped around my body and I consented that that would be something I would love to experience. We kissed again, and he slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My breasts were pressed into his chest and I could feel how firm his muscles were under his shirt.
I was almost out of breath when our kiss finished. We discussed the remainder of the evening, and Michael, being the gentleman that he is, stated that he had only expected drinks tonight. More fun would come later. I appreciated his expectations of me, but was ever so slightly disappointed that he didn’t ask me to come over for a night cap. He closed out our tab and walked me to my car. As I turned to say goodnight, he grabbed me by the waist and brought me to his mouth once again. I could feel myself pulse in my panties as his hands slipped lower and squeezed my ass gently through my dress. I pressed into him just a bit and felt how hard he was for me. It made me want him that much more. But he bid me a good night, and promised we’d have more fun later. A promise I knew he’d keep.
I called my husband the moment I started the car. Filling him in on the details, I finished by telling him that my panties were soaked with pleasure and I couldn’t wait for him to feel them. Sure enough, when I arrived home, my husband couldn’t wait to see my panties. He kissed me as he pulled up the hem of my skirt and tugged at my panties. He slipped them off and we saw together just how damp they were with my excitement. He pulled off his clothes and I began to stroke his cock, feeling him get more rigid in my hands with every pump.
Just then, Michael messaged me to say he had a nice time and couldn’t wait to have more fun later. As I sent my reply, my husband suggested that I send a photo in my state of undress to show Michael just how much I had enjoyed the night. Holding up my panties, I snapped a picture for him and sent it. My husband pulled me into the bed and positioned me on top of him, still in my dress. He gathered the fabric up for me and I slid my wet slit against his cock, feeling how wet my pussy was from the evening’s excitement.
Grabbing my waist, my husband pulled me down onto him. I gasped at how thick he felt as he filled me. I started to pull at my dress to remove it, but he asked me to leave it on. His hands ran over the fabric, squeezing my breasts and pulling my hips into him. It felt so erotic to fuck him clothed in this way. My pussy dripped all over him and I could hear how wet I was as he pumped into me. His breathing was rapid, and I felt my core tighten. Leaning down to him, I kissed him as he thrust into me deeply. He held me tight as we both came. A resounding, shared orgasm. The kind that we would experience again and again as time would tell…
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