We’d been having a continuous conversation about or sex life. A wide-ranging discussion, which was something we seemed to do every now and then for some reason. Our communication was good but could be stronger. We often texted our thoughts and feelings or e-mailed them. Face to face made us both nervous. I don’t know why.
I confided in my wife and let her know about my biggest fantasy. Something I’d kept repressed and buried deep. It was so hot, but so awkward to admit. I fantasized about her with another man. No, I didn’t want to be in the room and watch or participate. I did however want to know all the details. Every last one of them.
This conversation continued on for weeks and months. It faded, then it came back. I suggested something, a starting point of sorts. Write me an e-mail with a summary. Summarize a date you WANT to go on. You’ve got my blessing to do what you please, however you want. Let your mind run wild.
As is life, things get swept aside and forgotten. I never got that e-mail. Truthfully, I’d forgotten about it until I was out of town one weekend in the spring and was back in my hotel room relaxing. I was scrolling on my phone, killing time, when an e-mail popped in.
*Journal Entry 5-4-18*
*I can’t believe what I just did.*
*I spent an hour and a half getting ready. I was anxious and had butterflies. I did my usual routine, turned on the country music pandora station. Took a too-long, scalding hot shower. I shaved my legs twice, just to be sure. I touched up my landing strip; wanted it to look perfect. I dried off and put my towel on my head. I used three handfuls of moisturizing lotion all over my body. I felt good, the best I’d felt in a long time. I was tan, the running was helping the definition in legs and boot camp was tightening my ass and toning my stomach. I couldn’t help but giggle at my boobs. They were always big, especially for a lanky girl, but since the baby came, they exploded. Half my bras didn’t fit anymore, and I felt like I was pouring out of them.*
*As I stood naked, looking at myself in the mirror, I decided on curls. No humidity in the spring meant they’d hold longer. Smoky eye shadow and a soft, nude lip gloss. Now, which panties? I settled on a black G-string with a tiny pink bow in the back. Definitely a black bra to match, which was convenient because my tits actually fit in this one. Barely. Black skinny jeans slightly frayed at the bottom. A grey soft knit tee with my black leather jacket on top. I threw on the silver long necklace with light blue pendant that nestled between my cleavage. Last but not least, the black ankle-strap heels I love. I grabbed my jewelry; wedding ring, birthstone ring and middle finger ring and with one last check in the mirror, I was off.*
*I was thrilled. I was excited. But I had no idea where I was going, or what to expect. And no idea what was going to happen. I settled on the new hip restaurant downtown. It felt strange to be walking in there by myself. Was I going to run into someone I knew? Friends? Co-workers? Only time would tell.
It was loud and packed as I walked in. I slithered my way through the crowd of people in the bar area and found myself a seat. I ordered my favorite spring time drink; vodka soda with two lemons. It dawned on me, I hadn’t been out for a drink by myself since college, probably. A decade ago.*
*I scanned the room. As most hip restaurants have, there were plenty of attractive people around. Most looked like married couples out for date night. A work group here, a bachelorette party there. How was I supposed to force myself into this? As I continued to scan the room, I locked onto a group of three guys eating at the opposite end of the bar. The guy on the left had short brown hair, coiffed to one side. A heathered simple polo on and looked to be in his early 20’s. His smile stood out, though. Nice teeth and nice hair; he took care of himself. I was attracted right away.*
*But he was over there. How was I going to approach him? I was terrified. I was approached all the time in the past, even still am. I was so far out of touch with all this, I think I started to sweat a little. I decided I had to act fast. I paid my tab and continued to sip my drink while I kept an eye on the guys. As I hopped, they got up about 15 minutes later and appeared to be heading out. Ann opportunity presented itself; his two buddies headed for the exit, the guy I’d been keeping an eye on was heading for the bathroom, which happened to be downstairs. I hopped up, elbowed my way through the mass of people huddled around the bar and trekked downstairs myself. I nervously waited in the corridor. Then it hit me? What was I going to say? In a split second, I thought about leaving and I think I even took a step to head upstairs. But right then, the bathroom door opened. There he was. Dark jeans and light brown boots. My favorite. He was taller than me, but not big. Slender actually. I said hello and he said hi back. He asked if I was ok. I must have been white as a ghost, I was so nervous. But to my surprise, I managed to push myself further. I told him I’d been checking him out and wondered if he wanted to get a drink. It hit me how young he was-he chuckled when I asked him. His eyes got big he said he’d never been approached by such an attractive woman. I told him not to worry and if he wanted, we could grab a drink her or head to my place for some wine. I was trying to be forward, but not scare him off. He was clearly in shock, a woman at least ten years older than him, basically throwing herself at him. The whole thing was ridiculous.*
*He took me up on my offer and followed me to the house. I let him in trough the front door and had him take his boots off there. He said he preferred red wine, wasn’t a fan of the white. We stood at the island in the kitchen drinking our wine. I suggested some chocolate, and realized we only had M & M’s. After we each had a glass, I could tell he was uncomfortable. He saw my wedding ring and was nervous that something was up. He said he didn’t want my husband popping out and making things weird. I assured him everything was legit. That we have a unique relationship and I had complete freedom to do as I please. I again had to push myself to say the words, and I doubt I even made eye contact while saying them, but I told him I wanted to have a young man fuck me any way he wanted to.*
*He was stunned. Clearly, he’d never had a woman be that upfront with him. I suggested we move to the couch and relax. He said on the lounger, right in the middle. I stood in front of him and asked him for a favor. I wanted him to tell me why he thought I was attractive. He told me he liked my sense of style. He liked how my jeans fit tight on my butt. He said he’s not into foot fetishes or anything, but my heels were sexy. He loved my curly hair and my eyes. Maybe he was full of shit, but it didn’t matter. It made me feel good. I’d pushed myself so far this evening, and things were just starting to heat up.*
*I told him to stand up and take his clothes off. I watched him undress and he saved his socks and briefs for last. I checked out his package and he was already rock hard. Maybe he was embarrassed or trying to hide it, but I didn’t care. He asked if I wanted him totally naked. I said yes. He peeled off his briefs and his cock sprang out. It wasn’t huge, but it was longer. No curve to it. Like a perfect 90-degree angle from his abs. No hair on his body whatsoever. Instantly, I was wet.*
*I knelt in front of him. I wasted no time. I put my mouth around his cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was a haze, to be honest. The first dick I’d touched since I’d been married. The excitement and the few drinks; it was a bit surreal. I wanted to go slow, but I couldn’t contain myself. As I usually do, I sucked with varying tempo for 20 to 30 seconds and would relax and use my hand so I could catch my breath. He was moaning and started to run his hands through my hair. He was so firm, I could tell he was nearing explosion. Precum in my mouth, it was the point of no return. I put my mouth on him and buried my head as far down as I could. I felt him pulsing as he shot his load in my mouth. It tasted different, but in a good way. I sucked him for a few more seconds and let him come down from ecstasy.*
*I stood up. I told him it was my turn. I lifted my shirt over my head. Unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to the floor. I walked towards him and turned around so my back was to him. I asked for some help. He took the hint and unhooked my bra and slid my G-string off. I turned back to face him and let him look at me. Another pulsating rush shot through me. The first man to see me naked in over a decade.*
*His cock had deflated a bit from the blow job and I figured he’d manage to get it back in a few minutes. I lifted him up by the hand and we stood, bodies pressed against each other, making out in the living room. He was an excellent kisser, always a turn on for me. His hands explored me, first the back of my head, then down my back and to my ass, squeezing it firmly. He bent at the waist and took my breast in his mouth. He took my other breast in his hand, firmly pressing but lightly squeezing my nipple all while sucking on my other one. He stood back up, smiling and led me to the couch, the same spot he occupied a few minutes ago. Except he spun me around and made me kneel on the couch, with my forearms resting on the back of it. He wasted no time; knelt down and started to eat me. I could tell I was dripping wet and he just added to it. He slid his finger inside me, working me slowly. I was already there; the anticipation, the buildup, the excitement, the strangeness of it all led me to explosion. I quivered and shook as he continued to work me with his mouth and finger.*
*As I came back to earth, I spun around and moved to the floor. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and used it for my head. I laid down and opened myself up for him. He was back, ready for round two. He briefly slid his cock on my lips, seeping up my juice. And with that, he pushed inside me. The angle was different. Different but good. He slowly and rhythmically worked himself into me. As he got more comfortable, he straightened up, holding my legs out to my sides. He pushed into me with force, force I hadn’t felt in a long time. I leaned my head forward to watch his cock glide into me, watching my cum juices cover him. He continued to fuck me like this for 10 minutes or so, and I could tell he was getting fatigued. I told him I wanted to ride him. We switched places and he laid prone on the carpet. I straddled him and gently slide myself onto him. Another new angle.*
*I pumped him slow to start, then faster. His hands were wild, squeezing my tits together. Then squeezing my ass cheeks. I rode him as hard and fast as I could, our bodies slapping together so loud, I almost got embarrassed. I forced myself to talk dirty to him. Why not? It felt strange hearing the words come from my mouth. Fuck me. Harder. Squeeze my ass. Your cock feels so good. God, yes. I want you to cum on my tits. Keep fucking me.
In a smooth transition, he used both hands to lift me at the hips. It was time. I quickly laid on my butt, propped up with my elbows. He held his cock directly over me as he stroked himself, forcing out another load. His warm semen dropped onto me. He continued stroking, squeezing out the last bit. I relaxed and laid flat on my back, catching my breath.*
*He wandered back to the kitchen and returned with some paper towels to clean me off. We giggled as we made small talk about nothing in particular. He asked if we’d see each other again. I told him he passed the first test and maybe our paths would cross in the future. He got dressed as I quickly ran to the bedroom and threw on a nightgown. I walked him to the door and we hugged goodbye. I watched him pull out of the driveway and wondered what he thought of the evening. I’m still wondering myself.*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bgwk3i/mf_my_wife_emailed_me_a_fantasy_of_hers_or_was_it
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Nice story