The Steakhouse 2 [FM]

**The ride home**

We were getting ready to leave the restaurant so my husband called for an Uber. We always get an Uber black car because they’re not that much more expensive and the drivers and vehicles always seem to be on time and much more professional.

We said good night to the owners and thanked Pam our waitress again as we walked out.

I said to Rick, that was close, regarding almost getting caught by our waitress.

Rick said well hun you keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better, but you were caught red-handed or a better expression would be pink-handed, as he laughed.

Nonsense I told Rick, she lost her train of thought at our table, It was nothing more than that when she showed up with our salads, okay, Rick laughed.

Our Uber driver tonight was a younger Latin woman named Lucia and she was driving a newer large black SUV. Some black car drivers do their best to make your riding experience just like you are in a professional car service. Some have blackened windows others have small coolers with beer and wine, and some go out of their way so we always leave them a good tip, and i’m sure they have figured this out.

I Gave into Husband’s Request… 4 [MF] [MFF]

**Read 1,2, and 3 first**

**Who the fuck was I at that moment**

Has my husband told you what he wants I asked?

He’s only told me he wants me to pleasure you while he watched. He told me he’s open to being or not being involved as much as you are comfortable with.

Embarrassed a bit, I hesitated before saying, I don’t know how I feel about just completely letting go and having you go down on me.

She didn’t say a word She just slid a hand down under my dress. She immediately found my clit hood and began to rub it through my thong. She just stared at me in the mirror, watching my reaction as she slid my thong to the side and lightly stroked my pussy.

She had one hand rubbing my pussy and the other hand rubbing my nipple. You are so wet just thinking about this, aren’t you, she asked. I think you want me to lick your pussy she said.

In the mirror, I could see my face and neck were a little red from blushing because she was right.

I Gave into Husband’s Request… 3 [MF] maybe [MFF]

**Nothing ever happens in the bathroom**

On my drive to work that day, I kept replaying everything in my head. What will I allow her to do to me, will want to do anything to her, and watch my husband fuck another woman. I think I’m willing to let him do whatever to her. He can lick her all he wants, he can fuck her all he wants, and any which way he wants, having her lick me might be a different story but I’m not sure.

I’ve had to come to terms with the fact I’ve gotten myself off to lesbian porn a lot but didn’t think of it as anything but sexual bodies. I wasn’t imagining myself as one of the women, or was I? Still a lot to take in. What is wrong with me to even think I wouldn’t enjoy myself? I must be crazy I thought.

Having another woman lick and suck on my tits would definitely be okay, I can handle that hell I could handle that tomorrow as I laughed to myself. I LOVE to have my tits played with and sucked not to mention how turned on I get when my husband bites my nipples. Hell, I even like licking and biting on my own nipples when I’m pleasuring myself. I mean really, who doesn’t like that?

I Gave into Husband’s Request… #2 [MF] maybe [MFF]

**The Mirror**

When I opened my eyes, I found my husband staring at me. You are so beautiful when you cum he said. He then went down on me, licking my wet pussy and sucking on my clit for several minutes.

Rick started kissing me and I could taste myself on his tongue and lips. He asked me if I still wanted him to fuck me because the entire time, he was licking me, I was begging for his cock, and of course, I did and I was ready to cum again.

Before I could even say anything his cock was in me and although slow at first he now was deep in me and moving faster and faster, sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

After 10 minutes, Fuck I said, I want to cum.

You are so wet Rick said as he was slamming harder and harder with each pump. He then reached down and started rubbing my clit. I couldn’t hold back; I was screaming Oh God, I’m going to cum again, I was so loud I started to worry the neighbors could hear me. Honestly, they might have heard me down the street.

The Steakhouse [FM]

**A Semi-Private Circular booth**

We go to this steakhouse close to our home, it’s rather nice and has little half-round booths with white table clothes. Next store there is a jewelry store which I always drag my husband into before we eat. I show always show him a few things I like and try a couple of things on until he says, Hun, we’re going to be late. The place always has an abundance of sexy waiters and waitresses and this night was no exception. Pam was our waitress tonight and took our order. Rick said to her my wife liked some earrings next door and she was fatting me up for the kill. She had an incredible body packed into her skimpy uniform. She was 5ft 2 and her body was as my husband says “smoking hot and built for speed”. We had a stiff drink before leaving the house and took an uber. We were well into our second drink when Rick asked me if I loved the earrings Nextdoor and I said yes, I loved them as always. How much do you love them, he asked. I knew at that point it was turning into a sexual quid pro quo. Okay, so what’s it going to be? Don’t even think about that cute little waitress either because we live here and everyone in here knows us. Rick laughed and said, I just asked how much to do you love them. I told Rick I’m calling your bluff, whatever it is I’m in. So, you better get that credit card out because they close Nextdoor in an hour.

I Gave into Husband’s Request… 1 [MF] maybe [MFF]

**I Gave into Husband’s Request……**

**NonFiction Definitely NSFW**

**The Request**

Have you ever had a threesome? Like two girls and a guy. Well neither have I, but my husband has been begging for one. I just don’t know if I could bring myself to do it. Really another woman touching me is not my thing. I mean what woman really enjoys having another woman touching her and watching her touch her husband? Just not my cup of tea. Or at least so I thought. This is what my husband talks about, he knows I would enjoy myself but I just need to loosen up a little. I have been putting him off for so long that he is willing to do anything I want if I will allow this one thing for him. Don’t you want to make my one dream come, true baby, he says. Well, I just went on a vacation of a lifetime, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to do a little research on threesomes. When we got home from vacation, I told my husband I would consider what he wanted. He was as excited, just like a kid on Christmas morning, just by the mere fact that I said I would consider it.

The Vacation Exhibition/ Voyeur PART 2 [MF/MF] [MFF] [FF]

**NonFiction And Definitely NSFW**

**Could Sarah for Dessert…….**

We headed over for dinner about 10 minutes early as we wanted to make sure our table was the one, we wanted. It was so we sat and ordered a drink. I had a Cosmo, lipstick pink, and Rick Tito’s and soda double as always. Sarah texted me headed over she typed, Great we are at our table and will watch for you. I told Rick that’s too bad Sarah can’t make it, well that sucks he said I was looking forward to sitting across for two beautiful women tonight and making the other men jealous, even our voyeur friend he said. I do like screwing with him sometimes, I knew he was looking forward to it and I just said my god you are too easy, I’m kidding, she will be here in five minutes so watch for her.

Meeting Lisa! #2 [FF] and more…..

**The dilemma**

To say I was getting nothing done at work the next day would be a fucking understatement. We had meetings all morning, but in my head, I was barely there for them. Thank God I have a great team, I couldn’t stop replaying last night in my head and how quickly things could’ve gotten out of hand. That was of course before the pictures got out of hand. Oh my God, the pictures, when I re-looked at what I sent Lisa I couldn’t fucking believe it, like 25 of them in total like a few every minutes of various stages of me getting myself undressed, and then getting myself off.

So, the dilemma all morning was what the fuck was I going to tell my husband, equally weighing on me. What do I say to Lisa? I clearly could tell her I was trying to send those pictures to my husband and when I got her text, I didn’t realize I was replying to her, instead of him that would be an easy explanation and after all, we just spent two hours at the table talking about sex. The second dilemma, I could have pulled off that excuse had I just said that as soon as I realized what I had done. But dummy me just sat there frozen looking at the typing bubbles waiting to see what she was going to reply. Had I just acted sooner and then deliver it, we will have both been laughing about this tonight over a drink. For today what else can I do?

Meeting Lisa! #3 [FF] and more…..

**Who knew little Sam was such a good………**

Lisa said how about we take this downstairs as she played with my nipples. I said great but didn’t move, I told her, if you want me to move, you need to stop because I love my nipples played with. I told her that I had gotten myself off one time just from pinching and licking my own nipples for like 15 minutes and the moment I reached down and touched my clit, I came instantly. My nipples were hard as rocks but I knew if Lisa started to rub my clit, I would be done. I was so close to orgasm earlier and Lisa had to know it, she slowed down the tempo at the moment so I didn’t come. She clearly wanted to tease me more before I came, we then we got on the couch.

Meeting Lisa! [FF] and more…..

**Meeting Lisa!**

**Seeing her nipples through her shirt was a sign of a fun night.**

Last month I was packing for a quick 3-night business trip, as I packed all my clothing, hair products, makeup, and shoes into my suitcase, Rick was watching Monday night football in our bedroom. I always pack more than I need to take so my suitcase and was quite full and pretty heavy. To say I push the limits of a carry-on is an understatement, thank God they don’t weigh these things.