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.