I’m not really sure where to start this story. Funny, I have never had that trouble before. Normally, It’s have I got a story for you… ha ha. I guess I will start with the present month.
It is July 2018, my 48th birthday is this month. I made plans for my husband and I to stay in a hotel in the city for a night, and go see a friends band play. We were going to celebrate, have a good time, intended to be very naughty. See what we could get up to.
I kept feeling like, hey it’s my 48th birthday we need to do something epic. It’s the last two years of my forties. The key piece of information here, we have not, and do not have a boring sex life. We have been in an alternative lifestyle for quite some time. We have just taken a step back from that for a while. So it’s not like I had something to prove. Like I am not getting old or something because seriously, I have done some things at this age that fearless 20 somethings would wet themselves over.
This July it just felt different.
Fast forward to the end of the night at the pub where we watched my friends band play. I have been drinking, a lot. But hey, I feel great!
I was fine.
Chatting away while the guys pack up, I decided I want to go to the strip clubs. Lets go see some titties before we go back to the room. This will be my first time in a strip club in Melbourne.
Walk in, up the stairs to this “gentleman’s” club. I quickly realize, this is nothing like what I was used to back in the states. I would describe my experience in detail, but even thinking about it *shudder*. It is very disturbing how my brain processed this environment. So we had a drink, sat down and chatted. Just the husband and I.
I was still fine.
I asked to leave, let’s get out of this place, called the Uber and off we go. Back to the hotel.
Decided we are going to get hot and heavy, like we planned.
I was fine – until I wasn’t.
I am a social drinker at best. Drinking has not been my thing for many years. I drank way more than I thought.
I was no longer “fine”
As you can imagine, my birthday night did not end with multiple orgasms, a beautiful glow, a slight sheen, and sated. It ended with me spending at least an hour in the bathroom over the toilet. My worked up husband waited patiently on the bed, naked. I came out of the bathroom, looked at my husband declared, ” this will not end as planned I need sleep!” I passed out, leaving my husband stunned. Our naughty weekend ruined because I was fine – until I wasn’t.
This is how July started, but I said it felt different. Over the next couple weeks, we go see more live music. Talk here and there about the disappointing night at the hotel. I still had yet to take care of my frustrated husband by the way. I just couldn’t, I was pretty disappointed in myself.
Two and a half weeks later….
I woke up one morning after having a very hot and heavy dream. I remember who the dream was about. Why he has come up I don’t know. This particular man, was someone I have been quite interested in back when we were actively in the scene. He was the only male that both my husband and I thought was great. I always had an issue with the male parts of the couples we would meet, and so did my husband. This particular guy, I actively pursued, which never happened before. I have always been more inclined to pursue a female play partner for us. I felt a connection with him from the start. There was a pull, I cannot explain it better than that. I wanted him, and my husband was totally fine with it. We were at a particular venue, that hosts swinger events. We managed to have some fun together that night. Not nearly as much as I wanted, but at least it was some. We parted ways that night with the promise to hook up again real soon. Unfortunately, the plans we made later kept falling through. The promised hook up again, never happened. I chatted to him on social media from time to time. A private msg here and there, always with a “we should”. It never came to pass, and it has been quite a long time.
Why am I now dreaming about this man? I got up out of bed got ready for work, and sent him a message. I got a reply a short time later. After all the niceties and chit-chat and how you beens etc. I got right to the my intentions. I told him we had some plans to stay in the city at a hotel. I had an event to attend. I thought if he didn’t already have plans, that maybe we could finally catch up. He said he unfortunately had a full schedule with work, but wanted to catch up on another night, which we tentatively made plans for. We have been talking for a couple of days at this stage. The day of the event, we are arriving at the hotel and I get an unexpected text message. ” I had my schedule all wrong, I am free after midnight tonight, if you will still be up” I replied, ” Absolutely! we will be wide awake and waiting for you” I relayed the info to my husband when he came in the room. So now the planning begins…
I am trying to get ready, the event is formal so lots to do. As my mind is reeling and my hands are shaking. I keep remembering the amazing connection with him. How comfortable we all were. If it was going to be like that again. The anticipation was intense. We have not been actively in the scene in quite some time, and this liaison in particular is well over due. The night both flies by and drags on. By the time we get back to the hotel, undress and shower, it is midnight.
I am waiting for that call…
I get a msg saying, “off work, just waiting for you to tell me where to go.” I send the details, and wait, no reply. I am a bit anxious, “sexcited” haha, and worried he won’t actually come. Paranoid and insecure much? Me? * insert eye roll here* So I send a message. Are you good? Reply, I am here, just parked. My heart starts beating faster, I tell My husband to go get him, as I text ” He will be there in a minute to bring you in.
Here we go…
Minutes, maybe… the door clicks and I hear a familiar voice, say “honey, I’m home” Heart beats faster, he walks in, heart beats faster. Instantly that energy I remembered from before, it’s there.
Intense, heart beats faster.
As my amazing husband closes the door, there is no hesitation, he walks in the room, closes the distance to me. Wraps me in his arms and whispers, hi, and closes his lips around mine. As my heart is beating out of my chest, I am given the most hunger filled kiss I have had since the last time he kissed me. This was heated, it was passionate, it was fucking deliciously amazing.
I think at this stage I should mention, I am very much in love with my husband. We have been happily married for many years. Yes, we do have amazing sex with each other. My husband kisses me and I feel the intense love. However, he has never expressed this type of hunger for me in a kiss. I don’t think he knows how. If we were both not 100% secure in our marriage, we could not be in this lifestyle, and we would have probably divorced long before now.
Back to the heat.
When he was through giving me the kiss to live up to for all future kisses. He just stepped back and we all started chatting, as I told him to sit down and relax. He has just gotten off work. Offered him a shower, which he did not hesitate in stripping his clothes off for, right there. While he was in the shower, my husband hugged and kissed me, and asked if I was OK. See, he is amazing. He knew how “sexcited” I was by looking at me. He suggested we mention to our guest when he comes out, about the plans we had already in place for the night. To make sure he was OK with the idea. So our guest comes out of the shower gloriously wet, naked and drying his body. I watch, I forgot all about previous suggestion. As I watch him walk across the room naked, straight for me once again, wraps his arms around me and kisses the hell out of me again. Then lays back on the bed in all his glory, holds his hand up and says, ” I brought the poppers”. Snap back to previous suggestion from husband…oh hey. Since you mention that, just thought I would mention we had plans to drop some MDMA tonight. Are you in? Answer: Fuck yea!
I think oh shit, is about to get real.
We drop our MD, my husband asks me to undress. I comply, and come lay between them so we can talk, while we wait for the ride to start. You see, MDMA is an amazing drug, it releases what is already naturally in your brain. In a way that is useful for relationship therapy. Which is how my husband and I started using it. The level of intimacy is so intense, it breaks down barriers. All that is there is you, the real you without all your hangups and bullshit. To feel the intense love and attraction, and experience the best sex of your life.
And yes…here we go… This is great.
The last person to undress is my husband. We are all here, naked in the bed together. I fell like the luckiest girl alive. I have the two most amazing men in this bed, one on either side of me. That’s when I get the next, hunger filled kiss. This one was even more intense of course. My body is thrumming. My pussy is already so hot and wet. I felt the heat from the body flush, from my face to my feet. I then feel my husband behind me. Kissing my neck, rubbing my ass, moving down between my legs. He groans against my neck and ear, as he proceeds to tell our guest how hot and wet my pussy is and that he should feel it. At this stage things escalate pretty damn quickly. I feel a different set of fingers slide between the folds of my pussy and get another delicious groan. As the MDMA takes hold, I feel my husband move down the bed, spread my legs and begin to eagerly lap at my already very wet, very hot pussy. This is happening while I am still in the midst of more of the same hungry kissing. I guess at this stage there really is no place else you can be mentally, but in the moment. I swear though for a second, I had a thought of, is this actually happening? About then, the whole world crashed around me, I had my husband sucking my clit, while another amazing man continued to kiss me and squeeze and pinch my nipples. I flew, and when I came back down, I had hands everywhere, and the sounds of my husband moaning into my pussy. I had to have something in my mouth, I rolled over and slid our guests cock deep inside my mouth and down my throat. Fuck, he tasted so good. I felt like I was starving. I needed more. Much, much more. I rolled on my back and asked for both of them to sit up. I had one beautiful cock in each hand. My husband has an amazing cock. Above average, so with the addition of the cock in my other hand being very nicely thick. I couldn’t have asked for more. Well, I guess I could have but damn, that’s just greedy! I proceed to alternate sucking each of their cocks, so fucking good. The next thing I know, my husband lays me down so that my pussy is facing our guest. He tells him to watch what happens. Our guest proceeds to watch and stroke his beautiful cock. My husband gets the wand. Our guest has already been told that I can get very messy. I am a big time squirter, especially when we have taken MD. They both sit there and watch me play with my pussy, while they are stroking their cocks. My husband knows my body so well, he can almost hear the hummm of my body when I am close. He reaches down, tells our guest keep watching. He slides his fingers into my pussy and strokes the inside walls. He rubs against my G spot. I fucking fly! While I am in the midst of my first full body orgasm, I start to squirt. When this is happening I cannot stop. I need more, I cry out so loud and I bring myself further into the continued orgasm. My husband rubs his hands across my very wet pussy. Telling me how fucking hot I am, and telling our guest, that it will not stop now. Once this starts I cannot stop. I begin again, and these two beautiful men take turns stoking inside my pussy to bring me to orgasm after orgasm, until I finally stop. I want more, I need more of these men. I roll to my side, slide our guests cock in my mouth while my husband slides his into my pussy. I am not ready for penetration yet. I tell him to stop.
There is a shift in the energy in the room, it is almost palpable. I need to feel their bodies next to mine. I have one glorious man behind me and the other in front of me. I feel the kisses on my back, the nips and bites on that sweet spot at the crease of my neck and shoulder. Hands sliding up and down my body, while I have my hands touching both of them as much as possible. My nipples in his mouth, my husband slides in fingers into my wet heat.
Does this get any fucking better? Yes! It does… nothing like the unexpected.
Part 2 –
[https://ellys40s.wordpress.com/2018/08/01/so-where-do-we-go-from-here/](https://ellys40s.wordpress.com/2018/08/01/so-where-do-we-go-from-here/)
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