My husband has a kink: he has always loved the idea of another man flirting with me and having his way with me. I happen to have no issues whatsoever with this arrangement, and I’ve fucked a few guys during our marriage, all with his encouragement. A month and a half ago on Friday night, we went to a bar pretending we didn’t know each other, something we do every now and then. Sometimes we do the classic “strangers meeting in a bar for the first time” roleplay and have amazing sex with each other afterwards, but occasionally it goes a different way…
I sat in a corner booth, he sat two tables away. The bar was relatively busy but he had a good view of me. Before long, a handsome young guy, Brad, slid into the booth next to me and started making conversation. Tall (I’d guess 6’2), dark and handsome, with a fresh haircut, and clean shaven.
We played guess my age; he guessed 35, I’m actually 45. I guessed 25, he’s actually 22. I mentioned that my children (21 year old son and 18 year old daughter) are younger than him, which he seemed to find amusing. The conversation flowed as naturally as the drinks did.
He was a recent economics graduate looking for a full-time job in finance; I had mentioned my company had vacancies, so he suggested we exchange numbers and connect on LinkedIn. Very smooth. Normally, connecting on LinkedIn with a guy I had just met in a bar would be a bit weird, but I was tipsy at that point, and I figured, “why not?”
The more we drank, the flirtier we got. About 4 drinks in, his arm was around my back and his other hand was on my bare inner thigh. I had almost forgotten my husband was watching just metres away, and I became very conscious of how close our lips were while we were talking.
Something just clicked: we locked eyes, then wordlessly locked lips. It was intense: he plunged his tongue deep inside my throat, kissed my neck and shoulders, roamed his hands around my dress freely, feeling my body.
He inched his hand up my inner thigh, and did a double take when he encountered my bare, wet pussy, devoid of any underwear. He slipped a finger in, then two. Getting fingered in the middle of a bar with my husband watching felt so slutty. He fingered me for about a good two minutes while we made out, during which time I glanced at my husband more than once, who was pretending not to notice, but I knew he was watching intently from the corner of his eye. I tried to use every ounce of self-control not to cum right there in the middle of the bar, but he was too good. I came, hard, on his fingers, and barely contained my moans.
“Not here in public,” I whispered breathlessly in Brad’s ear when I had recovered.
“Ok, let’s go somewhere not so public,” he replied, slipping his fingers into my mouth. I gave him my best blowjob eyes as I licked my own pussy juices off his fingers. So, instead of going home with my husband that night, I went home with Brad.
Going to fuck this young stud, will let you know how it goes tomorrow, I texted my husband while in the Uber.
Have fun babe, can’t wait to hear all about it 😘, he had texted back, but I didn’t see his reply until morning as Brad had started making out with me again in the backseat.
Brad and I had more wine on the couch before we finally went at it. Although he wasn’t as big as my husband, he was nonetheless packing some respectable hardware. He fucked me with all the roughness and enthusiasm you would expect a young guy to fuck with.
1st round: I rode him on the couch stilly fully clothed, then he hiked up my dress, pounded me bent over the kitchen counter and finished in my pussy.
2nd round: with his cum still leaking out of my pussy, he carried me to his bedroom where he threw me onto his bed and railed me like a cheap whore, face down, ass up. I came multiple times and we both crashed, exhausted after what felt like an hour of fucking.
3rd round: I awoke the next morning to his fingers in my pussy. He fingered me and ate me out like a pro, making me cum again. I was pleasantly surprised to find that his head was as satisfying as his cock.
4th round: he surprised me yet again, with gentle but passionate sex, caressing each other’s bodies, exploring every inch of each other with our tongues. After an evening of roughness, the tenderness of our morning session utterly satisfied every craving that had yet to be fulfilled. His cock had me in heaven.
5th and final round: shower sex, finished off with a long, sloppy, deliberate deepthroat where I took my sweet time caressing every inch of his cock and balls with my tongue. He moaned, “Your mouth feels even better than your pussy”, just before he sprayed his young, hot cum on my face. He kept raving about the blowjob afterwards, saying it was the best he had ever had that made me feel really good about myself.
We cuddled in bed for a while longer, and when he asked if I was unhappily married and cheating on my husband when he commented on my wedding ring, I neglected to correct him.
When I arrived back home, I kissed my husband good morning with my mouth that had just been wrapped around a 22 year old’s cock less than an hour earlier, and described to him in great detail the events of the previous night.
So what happened next? About 2 days later, he texted me to say he had really enjoyed meeting me, wanted to see me again, and that he was applying for one of the vacancies at my company and would be very thankful for a reference.
The hiring manager works for me, and I was more than happy to put in a good word, seeing as he had shown clear evidence of being capable of exerting hard, sustained effort to produce a memorable performance, leaving a sweet taste in my mouth. I saw Brad a few times over the next month to give him a few interview tips, pointers about the role and our company, and to get my brains fucked out by him. Brad put in the hard work, and applied pressure in all the right places, and he got the job.
And that’s how a married C-level officer came to get her back blown out by a newly-graduated junior analyst every single week.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u2250p/it_all_started_when_i_45f_let_a_stranger_22m
Great story! I can related to your husband, as I have the same kink. :-)
Hope that the relationship works out with Brad, perhaps you two can keep it up and safely under wraps at work.
Does Brad know you have permission or does he think you are cheating?
Wish I was Brad! Lucky gal!
Wouldn’t the kink be if your kids were older than Brad, not younger? Why would he find it amusing that your kids are younger than he is?
Well done!
Hot AF!