Opening my marriage - closed for Mountaindays

[36b7]

It's not often that I’m surprised by my husband but when I told him that I'd been chatted up by a guy when I was out with my friends he didn't seem worried at all, not offended, not hurt, nothing.
He asked me what had happened so I told him that I was the last of my friends to leave the bar and while I was gathering my things and putting on my coat, a man had said:
"Here, let me help you." and had helped me with my coat. I thought it was a kind gesture and when he offered to buy me a drink I accepted.
And we just clicked.
He was charming, funny, handsome and when he leant forward to kiss me I returned his kiss. To say I was turned on was an understatement.
No man had made me feel like that for a long time. Sure the passions of marriage do fade away but it felt good to be kissed like that.
When I'd finished telling my husband my story I'd expected him to be upset or hurt, even annoyed but he surprised me by saying he was ok with it and I should go ahead and meet the guy again.

Later that night we had sex like I can't remember when. It was if my husband was fired by me being hit on by another guy, and me? Well I was imagining it was the guy in the bar I was making love with, not my husband.

In the morning I watched my husband leave for work and wondered what was going on in his mind. Was he really turned on by the thought of me with another man?
I know I was.

 

[Mountaindays]

After kissing her at the bar I couldn't stop thinking about Eve. God she was so much my type..pretty, feminine, natural, deliciously curvy, inviting. Everything about her told you that it would be mind blowing to touch her, to explore her, to discover her reactions and her sounds... the kind of woman that makes you desperate to witness her orgasms... over and over

For me this was a major event. I don't often visit cities, much less get into conversation with women who attract me. Im still very interested, but most women seem so conventional. I live in a small town. I'm a tall OK looking guy, but at 69 have come not to expect anything. I've been single too long, yet I still love women and love giving pleasure and hope to experience more.

I was at the bar waiting for my train after a work meeting. I couldn't help noticing Eve nearby with some female friends. Several of whom were quite pleasant to look at, but I was strongly drawn to her. I deliberately stared at her and made sure she noticed. She didn't turn away and instead repeatedly let her eyes linger on mine. Coincidence? Enjoying some attention? Strangely she was the last to leave. Deliberate? She wouldn't be interested in me? I screwed up my courage and stepped up to her offering to help her with her coat. She was so graceful and appreciative I needed to test further, have a drink with me, yes ok. Amazing, wonderful, exciting.

We talked. Compared work. Things to do in the city. Love of the countryside. Easy and genuine conversation. Also genuine was my desire to reach out, ravish her beautiful tits under her lovely summer dress, turn her against the bar, pull her hair and... . She was married, they were happy, but things had become predictable. I was single. Grown up kids. Would love to have a new partner. And perhaps be more adventurous. There are things it would be fun to try, with someone like her! Eves smile indicated for some wonderful reason she was interested, so exciting to realise

Her lovely eyes invited me, spontaneously, smiling I told her how attractive I found her, could I kiss her? Yes, I cup her chin, beautiful unexpected sensual wet intimacy....shared numbers, reluctant goodbye, walking on air...

And now I ruminate. Should I ring her? Would she ring me? Will she have relayed our meeting to her husband? What would the effect be?

Was there any chance we might become lovers? Would we share desires? Would we involve other people? Might she even turn out to be bisexual? My lifelong ambition to experience... Or will it remain just one beautiful kiss?

 

[Mountaindays]

Husband. This was unexpected. All day at work I kept thinking about how open and pleased Eve had been last night, telling me with a smile that she had kissed a stranger in a bar after her friends had left. I wasn't angry, I was surprised. But also intrigued about what this might lead to? At work my mind wandered. Lewd thoughts about her, about us. Why was it so exciting to think about Eve getting fucked by other men? I could feel sticky precum leaking onto my briefs.

I guess things had become a little predictable, but she is after all a very desirable woman. I love fucking her, but perhaps selfishly, I want more. More adventure. More sensation. Sometimes when she's on her back, legs splayed in the air, exposed, I ram into her sweet pussy and grunt into her ear how hot it would be to take it in turns to do with another man. She often goes over the edge at the thought of coming on his cock, me watching her expressions and reactions as he fills her with his spunk. Sometimes I go further, suggesting other kinds of couplings, her kissing another woman... . We don't talk about it afterwards.

I don't know where these thoughts come from. Some deep primeval instinct that needs sex to be risky, animalistic.... It makes us fuck with intensity. It's just a fantasy, isn't it? But last night she kissed someone.... is that what we want?

Tonight I really need to find out what she is thinking...

 

[36b7]

My mind wasn't on my work today, filled with conflicting thoughts.
I had expected my husband to be angry or hurt when I'd told him what had happened in the bar but all he'd said was I should go ahead and meet the guy again and then, then there was the sex.
We haven't had sex like that for ages and if for no other reason than that it would be worth meeting the guy again so I could tell my husband what had happened.
Then I toyed with the idea of just saying that I'd met the guy. Would that be good enough to turn him on again? Probably I supposed it would. After all, he wouldn't know that I was lying but then I wouldn't have the excitement of knowing that I really had met the guy and that he was turned on by me and that I was turned on by him.

I left work at 5pm and headed downtown to the bar where I'd met the guy last night, wondering if he'd be there again.
On the way I called my husband to tell him I'd be late as I was meeting someone for a drink. I didn't tell him who I was hoping to meet. If the guy turned up the I'd be able to tell my husband what happened and if he didn't show then I had a choice.
Tell him the truth or invent some story.

I stopped as I opened the door and scanned the room and he was there, standing at the bar. The sense of relief was overwhelming and I hadn't realised how much I'd been hoping to see him again. He waved and I went over, accepting his hug.
"I was hoping you'd be here again. Same again?" At least he'd remembered what I drank. That was a plus.

I shed my coat and took a good slug of my drink.
"So, are you a regular here?" I asked "or was our meeting last night just chance?"

"It's a bar I use occasionally. And you?"

"Occasionally. I was here with friends."

Whether by accident or deliberately, we'd moved closer to each other and without thinking I ran my fingers down the lapel of his jacket, laying my hand flat on his chest, looking at him as I did.
"I'm glad we met. I told my husband about what happened."

"And ...?"

"He was turned on I think, not angry. It was him that suggested I meet you again."

"Well then we shouldn't disappoint him should we. Why don't we sit over there." he said, indicating a booth.

He ordered more drinks and let me sit first and then sat next to me.
"So, do you think you should have something more than a kiss to tell your husband about?" he said putting his hand on my knee and moving it inexorably higher.

I resisted my automatic reaction to stop him even though I knew where this could go.

"Yes let's," I said turning my face to him and parting my legs just enough for him to know what I wanted.

 

[Mountaindays]

momentous. After work I couldn't talk to Eve, she was already out again, almost certainly with the same guy. Without saying as much we seemed to have decided to play a new intoxicating game without a care about the outcomes. Perhaps we were on the brink of new freedoms, new sensations, perhaps fulfilling ligitimate natural desires? I felt intensely excited. My cock painfully hard at thoughts of all manner of new sexual possibilities. My imagination ran riot. Orgiastic scenes involving my wife. Pushing her lovely head down on a strangers cock. Seeing her gulp and groan as it jerked and flooded her mouth, spunk spilling, dribbling. Raw fertility being expressed. Her in black lingerie, gasping, being manhandled, hair awry, her beautiful fingers squeezing our hard, slippery cocks. Each of us wrestling her, licking her, grabbing, moaning... But what was she allowing this guy to do to her right this moment? Was my wife already inviting him into her soft wet mouth? What would she say when she got back? What would she look like? Was this even risking the end of our relationship? I hoped not. I wanted to try so many things... With Eve...I wanted something to happen, but I couldn't wait for her to return to find out what actually was happening..?

 

[36b7]

I usually get home from work around 6pm but tonight, like last night I was late, and tonight I hadn't been with friends, I'd been with the guy in the bar again.
I opened the front door quietly. I could hear the TV playing and crept down the hallway. My husband was in the snug, holding a beer in his hand and watching football.
I opened my handbag, took out my panties and tossed them over to him. He looked up suddenly as they landed in his lap.

"They're wet!"

I was leaning against the door, smiling.
"I know, that why I took them off."

My husband moved, easing his chinos to accommodate his sudden erection. He'd guessed where I'd been.
"Did you meet him? What happened? Tell me, I want to know."

He moved across making room for me to sit next to him and I put my mouth to his ear.
"What do you want to know?" I asked breathily, blowing into his ear as I spoke.

His voice rasped as he answered and he had to lick the dryness from his lips before he could answer.
"Everything, tell me everything."

I found his erection straining against his chinos and gave his cock a squeeze.
"Everything? Do you want to know why my panties are wet?"

"Yes, everything, tell me everything."
His voice was barely a whisper but his urgency was unmistakeable.

I took a swig of his beer.
"So, I went back to the bar and he was there, waiting for me. We hugged and I kissed him and he bought me a drink. He remembered what I'd been drinking last night, very clever don't you think?"

I moved my fingers and found the zip on my husband's chinos and started to open it.

"Did you do that for him"?

"No silly, do you think your wife is some kind of slut?"

"No, of course not it's just that ..."

"Ssh, I haven't finished telling you yet."
By now my hand was inside my husband's chinos and I could feel the wetness of his precum.
"So after the first drink he suggested we move to a booth and he ordered more drinks. He was siting next to me with his hand on my knee and I moved my legs apart, just a very little but he took the hint and slid his hand all the way up to my panties. I was already soaked so I excused myself, went to the ladies room and took off my panties."

I picked up my panties and held them to my husband's nose.
"Can you smell how excited I was? Lick them."

I didn't recognise the words coming out of my mouth but my husband did as I told him, inhaling my scent and licking my panties.

"Did you make him do this, sniff and lick you panties?"

"No silly, we were in a bar, there were other people there but they couldn't see what he was doing under the table. He slid his hand all the way up my leg, slipped his fingers into me and found my clit, just gently. I was so wet and I struggled not to moan too loud as I came."

My husband cock was twitching as I told him this.
"He made you cum in the bar? My god, that is so sexy. Can I make you cum now?"

"No, why do you think I got your cock out? I'm going to make you cum." And saying this, I bent to take his cock into my mouth, working his shaft with my hand while my mouth and lips worked on the head of his cock.
It didn't take long before he exploded into my mouth, jets of cum filling my mouth and when he'd finished I showed him his cum on my tongue and in my mouth before swallowing all of it.

"Next time I meet him I'll do the same for him and then you can kiss me, knowing that I gave another man a blow job."