MrsFunseeker's First Time Flying Solo!

[MrsFunseeker]

[This is a thread I started in the old forum, but never finished. I’ve moved over all the relevant parts here so maybe (with MrFun’s help) I/we can finish this recount for you.]

As many of you have already figured out, I’m not real big about posting stories about my personal real-life experiences. Since I am a genuine Hotwife/SwingerWife, what I write about is my actual life. And since I’m not one who tends to boast, I usually don’t volunteer much information, but I am forthcoming when asked questions (which many of you have done via PMs ~ you know who you are).

So, here’s the thing: I keep telling myself I will sit down one day and write about “this”, or I will tell the story of when I did “that”… then, of course, life gets in the way and I move on.

All right, you asked for it, you got it. Here’s my account of the first time I went solo (completely hubby free) on an overnight date with a new boyfriend.

A certain handsome, successful single man – I’ll call him Darren - had chatted with me a few times via email and I.M. over the course of several months, having been introduced via the paid site Mr. Fun and I belong to. We had spoken on the phone, and yes, had also seen photos of one another prior to the email message I received one day telling me that he would be in town for a day or so and wondered if I’d like to meet him.

This news in and of itself is not much to get excited about, but let me tell you, this is not an ordinary man. He is (trust me) the essence of masculinity wrapped up neatly in a package of success, charm and good manners. Professional in a suit during the week and a nature-loving athlete on the weekends… Mmmmm, does it get any better than that? Well, his photos and his telephone voice were working, but meeting in person is the real deal. I had to know. I emailed him back and told him I would be available on such-and-such a day and could we meet at a certain hotel for dinner? Not only did he agree, he made reservations for a luxury suite at the hotel I had requested.

Then, I thought about it & talked to my husband about it, and there was the question of “what if I don’t want the evening to end after dinner?” I don’t make it a habit of sleeping with men I hardly know, so in my mind it was still just an evening to see how we hit it off. But then, it was nearly an hours’ drive for me to meet him and since I happen to be the kind of woman who likes to be prepared, I asked him if I should pack an overnight bag just in case. He answered that by all means I should, so I decided to plan for an overnight stay in the event that we just couldn’t get enough of each other (I had at this point not spent an entire evening away from my husband with a lover, so this was new territory for us).

I was to meet him at seven. On the day of the date, I started early with my beautification routine, knowing that I do tend to underestimate how much time it will take. I spent ALL DAY getting ready for that one evening. I took a long shower and shaved all of the appropriate body parts, all the while wondering how we’ll get along – how close will we get tonight? Will it feel awkward once we are in each other’s company? What if I don’t like him and need to end the evening early? There were so many different thoughts going through my mind.

Attempting to focus on the task at hand, I applied myself to get on with the primping.

I fixed my makeup. I did my hair. Then it was time to decide what to wear to dinner. Mr. Fun stretched out on the bed as I tried on outfit after outfit, looking for the one that best showed off my features. About 45 minutes and 15 outfits later we both agreed on what I should wear. The only thing left to do was pack. I packed my overnight bag with lingerie, massage oil, condoms, sexy CD’s, a toothbrush and anything else I thought I would need for an entire evening of love-making.

When it was time to go, Mr. Fun walked me to the car and gave me specific instructions. For one thing, I was to call him when I got to the hotel so he would know I was okay. He then handed me a sealed envelope and told me that it contained a letter he had written to Darren, and that I was only to give it to him if and when I decided to stay the night.

He didn’t tell me what the letter was about. I thought it was a very sweet, thoughtful thing to do nonetheless. So I kissed him good-bye through the opened car window and headed for an adventure.

[MrFun]

I remember how Smokin’ Hot she looked as I walked her out to the car. She looked like a dream cum true right off the pages of Playboy! Her silky smooth legs looked great in her miniskirt with those 4-inch heels she wore. The plunging neckline of her blouse was even making my mouth water so I knew her date’s eyes would surely be popping when he saw her.

It’s fun to see your wife with that kind of sparkle in her eye, smile on her face and spirits full of the excitement of the anticipation of meeting this handsome stud for a romantic date. We both knew she was panty-free under that powder-blue skirt and I wondered how long it would take her “date” to discover that fact for himself.

Knowing her like I do, I was certain that if she didn’t “feel” the right chemistry with this new guy, she would probably be returning home right after dinner. So after programming the car’s navigation unit to take her to the hotel, there I stood kissing her goodbye and wishing her a great time … knowing full well that “a great time” in this case means another man’s hard cock might soon be filling her tight pussy.

As this would be the first time we would not be out as a couple, I was full of those mixed emotions wondering how she was going to handle everything (how I was going to handle everything). Part of my brain wanted my sweet, loving bride to miss me not being with her while another part wanted her to come home extremely well fucked like a good little slut!

So I gave her the envelope, kissed her goodbye and walked back into the house to begin making dinner for the kids. After all, for them, it was just another school night.

MrFun

[MrsFunseeker]

I got to the hotel and had to park a half-mile away from the entrance, as the lot was nearly maxed out. No big deal, except I wasn’t exactly wearing my most comfy walking shoes! I can remember that the wind was blowing, and the thin, semi-sheer shawl I had wrapped around my shoulders kept whipping around my face, forcing me to continually mess with it. I didn’t mind, really. It kept both my mind and my hands occupied as I walked alone in the breezy darkness.

Darren and I had arranged to meet at the hotel’s main bar. It seemed like a pretty good idea, but this hotel is quite large and has more than one restaurant. I walked inside and had no idea where I should go. I played it cool for a few minutes, peeking inside one of the dining rooms, but I didn't see a bar at all. I tried calling his cell phone to ask him where he was, but I didn't get an answer. Strange. I decided to just ask an employee to point me to the main lobby bar. Okay, now my heartbeat began to quicken as I approached the designated meeting place.

I wonder if he will recognize me first? I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to pick him out of the crowd. Geez, this part is so awkward. No one at the bar fit his description. I was afraid to take a seat up at the bar, as several of the men were clearly “checking me out” and I didn’t want to get into a conversation with any of them just now. I pulled my cell phone out of my little black purse and dialed my husband’s number. I told him that my date wasn’t there and that I was not able to reach him on his cell phone either. Out of concern, he wanted me to call him back when I did finally meet up with my date. While still on the phone with hubby, I saw my tall, handsome “blind date” approaching. So I quickly told my husband that he had arrived and that I would call him later to tell him how things were going.

Wow. He is really cute. I smiled and waved, then walked toward him to say hello. He was wearing jeans and a tailored black shirt. Very stylish, very well groomed. He had a big smile and we immediately embraced to greet each other.

Darren pointed toward the bar, and motioned for me to lead (what a gentleman). I started walking away from him, and as he caught a glimpse of my rear view he commented, “Oh my god, your legs are incredible”! I just smiled and said thank you, then proceeded to find two stools for us up at the bar. We ordered drinks and fell into conversation quite easily. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about, but I do remember feeling surprisingly comfortable with this stranger. I suppose we had an instant chemistry with each other – that kind of magnetic spark you just can’t put your finger on. The evening was still young, however, and anything could happen.

[MrFun]

OK, so while she was still getting ready in the bathroom (before she ever left), I had this idea. Since this was the first time I would NOT be there during a possible “play session” for my sweet bride and this other man, whom I’d never met … (of course, she hadn’t met him either). Maybe I should write a note to actually say something to this new stud, bull, boyfriend or whatever he’s suppose to be. I mean, this was the first time I wasn’t going to be part of the “equation” and it was beginning to feel a little weird for me.

I wasn’t sure exactly what to say but I knew that if I wrote something (a sealed note or letter) then it might actually help me feel more connected to what might happen (I guess I already knew what was going to happen … at least what I wanted to happen) and not so disconnected.

So there I sat at the computer, staring at the few words I’d written, when she walks in (naked) and says: “I think I did a real good job of making myself slick and smooth throughout my girly parts! Do you want to check for me?!”

I could already smell the fragrant bath-bead sent that filled my office as soon as she entered the room. And in one swift motion, she rotated in an "about-face" and bent over at the waist. She took up one of her yoga positions (the one where she stands flatfooted on the floor, legs straight, completely bent-over at the waist with her head between her knees and forearms wrapped around the back of her calves. So just inches from my face, she had presented me her gorgeous pussy lips and upturned ass for inspection.

I traced her folds gently with my fingertips before lowering my mouth to her womanhood. For a minute or more, I tongued her completely, pussy and ass, and found not a stubble, but tasted only the sweet familiar nectar of her succulent fleshy paradise that I knew she would soon be offering to a new lover. She began to moan just slightly and then, suddenly, she turned with a jerk, stood erect, and said, “you’ll get your turn later!” With that, she pranced out of the room and was gone just as quickly as she had appeared.

So there I was back at the keyboard. But now, I had a throbbing erection! I quickly wrote the letter, sealed it in an envelope and went to the bedroom to see what she was planning to wear. I knew she’d need my help in deciding in what she looked best.

MrFun

[MrsFunseeker]

Once our drinks were finished, Darren settled up with the bartender and told me we had dinner reservations, so we needed to get going! I followed him down the hall, where he led me into a darkened foyer. He spoke with the hostess for a moment about our reservation, and then we were led to our table. I say “table”, but it was actually a secluded alcove with a table to accommodate four. On the far side of the table, against the wall, was a cushiony sofa – and on the side nearest where we had approached were two chairs. He asked me where I would like us to sit, and I replied that we should both sit on the sofa next to each other. He heartily agreed (I could tell by his reaction that he was hoping I would say that) and so we scooted around the table and sunk ourselves in to the soft cushions as our hostess handed out the menus.

This could not have been a more secluded and romantic spot. The rest of the restaurant looked pretty normal, so I knew he must have gone to some trouble to finagle the “best seat” in the house. Truthfully, I thought it was wonderful! I felt like a young woman out on a hot date, minus all of the insecurities attached to being single and feeling like your heart and soul hang in the balance. This is so much easier because my heart and soul already have a home. I know I am just looking to have a good time, and I’ll be darned if I’m not going to let this man wine and dine me to see if he even has a chance!

So, we looked over our menus and placed our orders. Now, let’s be honest: this is a tricky one. The female tries to be conscientious about prices, knowing he is going to pick up the tab. I like to ask the guy what he is thinking of ordering, and then mention that I am contemplating between two different items to see if he has a comment. It is pretty easy to proceed from there. Then he asked me what type of wine I preferred, and after discussing it, we seemed to be of the same mind, so he ordered a bottle of ”who knows what”. All I know is that it was very, very good!

Okay, I could talk about how my fish tasted, etc. etc. but as this is not a food connoisseur’s website (although to anyone interested the meal was fantastic!) I will get back to what was really going on.

It was just amazing the way the conversation flowed. He was very engaging. He asked me lots of questions about myself and sounded very interested…I, in turn, asked him questions too and we just basically got to know one another in the way that any "new" dating singles would do. His subtle charm was beginning to work its magic on me and I could feel myself drawing closer to him. I couldn’t help it! I really liked him. We were still chatting it up, waiting for our entrée’s to arrive, when he leaned over and tenderly kissed me. I must confess, I was surprised. Don’t ask me why. It was a pleasant surprise, mind you, and totally the appropriate thing for him to do at that point. It was a really nice kiss, too. Very sweet and gentle while still unassuming. I remember saying afterwards in a surprised fashion, “That was a really nice kiss!”. [Side note: there are a lot of lousy kissers out there. A good kiss is to be appreciated].

The really funny thing was that our server was standing there when we broke from the kiss, so it was slightly embarrassing (but in a cute way, as we are grown-ups, and she is obviously just barely out of her teens). I can’t remember why she was there, but who cares? About that time, I heard my cell phone ring from inside my purse. I didn’t get it in time, so I had to listen to the voice mail. Boy was I surprised to hear my brother’s voice and not my husband’s!! Oh well. Hey, I ‘m still a regular person with a family, right? Well then my phone rang again, and this time it was my husband. He wanted to make sure everything was okay and that I was enjoying myself. I told him I was. [This is weird when you’ve never done this before: talk to your husband while your date is sitting next to you listening. It probably shouldn’t be, but it still feels weird]. He wanted to know if I had given Darren the note yet, which I said I had not, but that I thought I probably would. Hubby then suggested that I give it to him right before leaving for the restroom (to give him the time to read it) and asked if I would call him while I was away from the table. I agreed and got off the phone to resume my date (yay)!

We finished our meal. By this time we both knew we had made a connection. Something was definitely going on. The dessert menu came along and I declined, as I don’t usually eat sweets anyway. He said we would think about it & then excused himself to the restroom. I realized while he was gone that I wanted to go through with it. I certainly was not ready for the evening to end! I wanted to go up to his room and see what would happen. For me, that meant giving him the note from Mr. Fun – the note of which I did not know the contents. So after Darren got back, I told him it was my turn now, and that I had something to give him from my husband that he could read while I was away. The only thing I really knew about it was that I was only to give it to him if I decided I wanted to go further than just dinner with him. I could only surmise the rest. So, I reached into my purse, handed him the envelope, and told him that this was a note from my husband to him – and that I did not know the contents. Then I left.

I walked to the nearest restroom while dialing my cell phone to make contact with hubby. The nearest Ladies’ Room was closed, so I ended up having to walk almost the length of the hotel, but I was able to talk to Mr. Fun the entire time. I told him what I had done (given the letter) and that I was off to the Ladies' Room for a minute. He wanted to know this and that (I can’t recall now what his questions were – I just remember feeling somewhat surreal at that moment). I washed up and then found my way back to the table where Darren was waiting.

[MrFun]

When she called and said that she had just given Darren the letter, I instantly felt a twinge of nervous enthusiasm run through me, similar to the feeling I get sitting in a rollercoaster as it slowly approaches the top of the initial dive. She sounded excited and happy and was obviously filled with loads of anticipation of what this night would bring. She told me that she really liked him much more than she had expected and was genuinely enjoying all the attention this handsome gentleman was lavishing on her. She said he was so impressed with everything: her personality, her witty sense of humor, her intelligence, her sexy outfit, her smile, her long flowing locks, her sexy legs and her drop-dead gorgeous figure. He seemed especially impressed that she was in a relationship that allowed her to go off alone on a date like this and that her husband knew everything and wouldn’t be jealous.

She then asked me again if I was truly ok with not being there. Of course I told her I was, although I did have a slight knot forming in my throat. I thought her question was a little odd since she was asking me after she had already given him the letter. I think she was just trying to be extra thoughtful of my feelings. This was all new ground for us, even though we had been “in” the lifestyle for several years. We had always “played” as a couple before and we had never, ever done anything on a first date. She seemed more comfortable with it than I thought she would and more excited than I expected. She said that she thought the people in the restaurant probably thought that Darren and her were a married couple, very much in love, because that’s the way she felt they were behaving.

I was very glad now that I had written the letter because it truly did help me feel more connected to what was happening. All the while we spoke on the phone and she was answering all my questions, I knew simultaneously Darren was reading this:

Hello Darren, this is (MrFun). I asked my sweetheart to only hand you this letter when she was absolutely certain that she wants you to make love to her … I handed this sealed letter to her as she was leaving tonight. If you had to tear it open, which I’m certain you did, she has not read it and has no idea what I’ve written. She obviously wants you to take her tonight as your woman! So please do so knowing she has my full permission. She only knows how to do things one way … and that is all the way! She is a very passionate woman full of lusty desires that I’m confident you will enjoy satisfying. I also want you to know that she was a virgin bride and this will be the first time she has played with another man without me being there. And if she spends the night with you in your hotel suite, you will be her first non-husband lover to ever do so. So just know, you are a special man, who is in for an amazing evening with my lovely wife. I only ask that you take exceptional care of her. She is my delicate little flower whom I love with my whole heart. But tonight, please take her as your own!

MrFun

[MrsFunseeker]

I walked up to our table – the private little alcove – to see Darren look up from the letter in his hands and give me a sweet smile. Not the kind of smile comes from the mouth…the kind of smile that comes from the eyes. I walked around the table and sat down next to him. He just looked at me. It was one of those “deep” looks, you know? He told me that he was very touched – that the letter almost made him cry (keep in mind that I still do not know what it says). He must have paid the bill while I was gone because he asked me then if I was ready to go upstairs to the room. I said yes, I was. He then leaned into me and gave me a deep, passionate kiss before pulling away and saying, “let me see how ready you are”. I felt his hand on my thigh. He gently caressed his way under my skirt. I’m not totally naïve, I knew what he meant by those words, so as I felt his fingers slide toward my inner-thigh and then upward for his “inspection” I parted my legs ever so slightly to give him the access he so desired. As I sensed the nearness of his fingers toward my hot spot, I could almost feel the release of moisture from within. He would soon know that I was panty-free and truly his for the night! I opened my legs a bit more as I anticipated his imminent discovery, and relished the feel of his cool flesh against my burning womanhood.

And then he was there. I was burning almost to madness when I felt him touch me. His touch was like a salve for the burn, but at the same time it was fuel for the fire! I didn’t know if I should feel embarrassed to be so turned on right there at the dinner table. I only knew that this man would have me tonight – possess me – and do with me whatever he wants! I wanted to feel much more than just his fingers! I admit, I found myself drifting away, getting lost in the moment and the passion. He easily found my clitoris and began a gentle motion that caused me to throw my head back, then lean it on his shoulder and enjoy where he was taking me. And then all of a sudden I felt the familiar “knowing” of an approaching orgasm. Oh god. No, not here. I will seem like such a slut. I don’t want to be that easy. But I was too far gone for reason. Enjoying every stroke of his agile fingers as he kissed my ear and my neck. Of course he must have sensed it by now that I was getting close. He wasn’t letting up or corralling me. In fact, he started to whisper softly in my ear, and he said,” I am so going to nail you tonight!”.

I gasped in response. I was on the brink, hanging over the edge of insanity and waiting for sweet release when our young and beautiful server suddenly appeared and asked, “Is everything okay? Can I get you anything else?” I swear, I didn’t know if I wanted to kill her or thank her at that moment. What timing!!

The moment was gone, but our anticipation for each other was heightened, so we left the restaurant and headed for the elevator.

[MrsFunseeker]

A cute little couple – well into their “golden years” shared the elevator with us. They stood on one side and Darren and I on the other. Darren (who is quite tall) had his arm around me, pulling me tightly against him while I nestled close. I know we must have appeared to be a young couple in love. It just surprised me when the woman said, “Ah… to be young again!” I swear, the whole thing felt like a scene straight from a movie. I looked right at her and replied, “well, you were young once too – surely you remember.” She smiled with a far-away look and said, “yes, yes I do remember.” The couple continued to stare at us until the elevator doors opened and we got off.

You may be wondering why I included that – it was an unusual feeling to be mistaken for being a couple with someone you met only a few hours ago! It was kinda fun, really.

So… he is carrying my bag and lets us into his suite. It was surprisingly large, and I looked around before telling him how nice it was. At this point, of course he and I are both wondering what is going to happen next and who is going to initiate it. I decided to just take charge and get things moving, so I reached into my bag and located the massage oil I had packed (at least I know for sure I am good at this particular skill) and I told him that if he took off his shirt and laid down, I would give him a massage. Well I did not have to ask him twice! He practically DOVE onto the clean sheets and waited all sprawled out for me. I let him know that his belt and jeans were going to be an impediment, so he just as quickly jumped back up and stripped down to nothing before diving back into position. I hate to say he seemed eager, but that is exactly how it appeared!

While he was facedown on the bed, I took that opportunity to slip into a little lace nightie as a surprise. Then I straddled his lower back and rubbed some of the oil between my hands to warm it up and then began a slow, sensual massage. I wanted to relax us both, while creating the opportunity for touch as well. He said he was enjoying it, but clearly he was not in the mood for total relaxation since he flipped over after about 3 whole minutes and pulled me down onto him for a deep kiss. That may sound aggressive, but he was actually quite tender and gentle about it. We began to explore one another’s bodies the way any new lovers would. It felt amazing to be in his arms and feel his skin against mine. What surprised me more than anything was just how incredibly comfortable I felt with this man.

I asked him if he wanted me to put on some music, and his eyes brightened as he said that he did. I got up to put on some sexy jazz to add a little more “atmosphere” to the bedroom we were going to share for the night. It was perfect! I re-joined him on the bed and our bodies were quickly intertwined. I felt his hands exploring my body as we kissed again and again. First he caressed my arms… then my waist and my hips… then his hands slid around behind me and cupped my ass. I noticed my body responding to his touch, getting warmer as I began to ache with the need to be closer to him. I felt myself yearning to be beneath him as I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh– I wanted to spread my legs open and feel him on top of me – but I aught not rush it, I told myself. Be patient and enjoy every second, every sensation.

[MrsFunseeker]

There we were, wrapped in each other’s arms… yearning with desire and hungry for each other, our bodies eager for completion. I pulled him against me so he would know what I wanted next. I wrapped one leg around his back and waited for his response.

Unfortunately, I also felt nature’s call, so I excused myself to the restroom and hurried back so as to not spoil the mood. What a good boy – he had put on a condom while I was away, and I quickly found myself underneath him again as I coaxed his throbbing cock toward my hot box. I could feel his manhood inching closer and closer – he was quite large, and long too. In fact, I had never had a cock this big, and it excited me just to think about it!

Soon I could feel the tip of his penis against my opening, and it was all I could do not to draw him in immediately! Instead, I mentally opened myself up to him and readied for the new sensation that would be my largest lover to date! He entered me slowly, with a great deal of control. I could tell that he was totally focused on me and my pleasure. This entire time I am wondering, however, what he is thinking right then, and is he enjoying the way I feel. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard him let out an audible moan that told me exactly what I wanted to know. I knew that I was his woman for just this one night, and that I totally belonged to him. I also knew that I could trust him and that he would take me tenderly and passionately.

The feeling of him entering me for the first time was unspeakable! His size was a whole new experience for me, and it made me feel like a new woman altogether. He continued to thrust himself inside of me while we both just relished the experience. There was no sense of urgency; no imaginary curfew to worry about. As I felt him plunge deep inside of me – deeper than any man had been before – I started to feel my orgasm approaching. At this point, I am sure I must have been moaning quite audibly and calling out for him to give it to me good, etc. I just remember the total sensation of losing myself in the midst of it all and eagerly awaiting each thrust of his cock as I felt myself buck my hips against him in response. God, it was good… really, really good. In fact, he must be some sort of sex angel sent from above to fulfill my desires that night!

Again and again, he pounded me, until I nearly begged him for more. I loved the way I could feel his thick cock pushing against me totally – completely filling me up and pushing me over the edge. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was very close to falling over that cliff. A few more thrusts and I would find myself in ecstasy! There it was… closer and closer… climbing higher and higher as I met his thrusts with my own, until I felt myself rising over that pinnacle of no return. Yes… yes… yes… oh, god, yes… give it to me again… as his thick, swollen cock penetrated me again and again I was pushed over the edge and found myself falling downward in an amazing spiral of pleasure. Just as I called out in ecstasy, I felt him thrust once, and then twice in an even deeper, more penetrating movement, and I heard him call out in a loud moan before I then felt his cock pumping and twitching inside of me. We held each other through the height of pleasure and then collapsed into a heap of flesh and sweat and kisses.

[BandB]

I hope it's "ok" that I'm replying now. I hated to insert into the perfect flow of posts.

/you already know I had followed the story on the old forum closely.

I just wanted to compliment you both on the wonderful way you are both stepping through the story together here.

thanks,,, bill

[MrsFunseeker]

After a brief moment of quiet and rest, we actually just talked for the longest time. I truly did enjoy the conversation. There was a feeling of intimacy with this man – just lying next to each other, totally naked (and momentarily satiated) and talking about anything and everything. We might as well have been in love, but the fact that we weren’t was kind of nice in it’s own way.

[Note: what I mean by that, for folks who haven’t experienced something like this for themselves, is that there is a sense of freedom when you have a strong connection to another person – sexually and otherwise – but at the same time you don’t envision a future with them nor do you have the expectation that this person will meet your deeper needs the way you would with a potential spouse. It becomes much easier to just enjoy the moment for exactly what it is.]

I got up to get a drink of water – and of course offered him some too. While I was up, I went ahead and started the CD playing again. He said he really, REALLY liked the music I had chosen, and since I didn’t think either of us was ready to go to sleep…

I crawled over to him on the oversized bed and watched an eager grin grow across his face. I kissed him teasingly and ran my fingers through his thick hair. He moaned softly, so I began to stroke my hands on his chest and then I slowly moved both my kisses and my caresses down his body. My fingers were on his tummy… his rock-hard, rippled mid-section… so I trailed my fingers from his belly button, following the little fuzzy trail, still downward. I knew I was teasing him, but I enjoyed it. I loved seeing him in anticipated pleasure with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. Next, my fingers encountered his hardened manhood, and my kisses still followed. I couldn’t help it: I was still awe-struck by the size of his cock. It was long, yes, but also very thick!

Very tenderly I began the kisses on the head of his throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around his girth as best I could, and gently stroked him up and down. His pelvis moved upward in response to my touch. I moved my lips closer again and this time I opened my mouth to place my tongue at the tip, right where the pre-cum was developing. With my tongue, I moved those delicious juices around before totally engulfing him into my mouth. He let out another deep moan as the warmth and wetness of my mouth enveloped him. I felt his hips buck up against me from the stimulation, so I eagerly sucked harder and deeper.

I suppose it was as much as he could take without losing it, because he pulled me up and kissed me. Then he said something about wanting to taste me before he plundered my pussy again. The passion was already well underway when he flipped me onto my back and proceeded to push my legs apart before delving his face between them. I felt his wet tongue and his hot breath on my mound. Then he parted my lips with his tongue and began exploring me with his mouth. I may as well have been a scoop of ice cream on a sweltering hot day, for he licked and sucked on me as if his entire survival depended upon it!

I could feel my body responding and I instinctively lifted my hips up off the bed. His arms wrapped up under my buttocks and then moved upward until I felt his hands on my breasts. His mouth was working its magic down below, while his fingers moved lightly over my hardened nipples. I gasped out in overwhelming pleasure as he continued his magic. I knew I could let go and cum for him right then, but I wouldn’t be satisfied unless his cock was inside of me, so I told him to please put a condom on and fuck me.

I didn’t have to ask him twice. He was sheathed and pushing inside of me before I knew it. Just the feeling of his thick cock pushing its way inside of me was nearly enough to push me over the edge. I held on for a while longer, not wanting to embarrass myself by cumming so easily. But with every thrust of his hips against mine, I could feel myself climbing again. Just the feeling of him – just knowing he was enjoying my pussy – was about to send me through the ceiling!! I wrapped my feet around the back of his legs, tweaked his nipples with my hands, and waited for him to release his load before I gave in… hoping, of course that it would be soon, for I was teetering on the edge and losing control rapidly. Luckily, his thrusts intensified and I began to hear some deep sounds coming from him, signaling that he was approaching his orgasm. My legs wrapped around him gripped even tighter. I pushed my heaving breasts against his chest and grabbed his ass with my hands as I pulled him deeper and tighter against my body. I was willing him to succumb to me; sucking his life force from him while my pussy begged for him to pound me harder and empty his load. At last he could hold back no longer. With a laud groan he emptied himself while burying his cock even deeper between my legs. I held on tightly to his back as I felt him cum and I finally allowed the dynamite in my belly to explode into fireworks! I cried out with pleasure as I felt my insides erupt into a thousand tiny sparks of delight. He continued to ride out my wave of enjoyment before collapsing the entire weight of his body onto mine.

We lay there for several minutes like that, until I couldn’t breathe and started to push his chest off of mine. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me with him so that my head was resting on his shoulder and his arm was pulling me close against him. I’m sure we fell asleep after that. I don’t know for how long, but I do remember feeling very peaceful as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arm across his chest; our naked bodies melted into one for that moment at least.

[MrFun]

I hope it's "ok" that I'm replying now. I hated to insert into the perfect flow of posts.

/you already know I had followed the story on the old forum closely.

I just wanted to compliment you both on the wonderful way you are both stepping through the story together here.

thanks,,, bill

Thanks, Bill.

wife92648 wrote:
Wow....you 2 are amazing... Your marriage is so strong and I can feel the love and trust between you two... Amazing... Again, all my respect to Mr.Fun!! Rose....

Thanks, Rose, that is very nice of you to say. Sending my soulmate out on a date like this was a very substantial change in how we had previously enjoyed the lifestyle as a couple. It did challenge me right down to my core. Initially, right after she left, I was flooded with all kinds of conflicting feelings.

I remembered back to the first time I watched her fuck another man. She was so totally into it and he was soooooo totally into her. As I sat and watched the unbridled passion of that moment, I saw her in a completely new light. For the first time she was more than just my spouse, my lover, my friend, my soulmate.

I was observing her transformation into this extraordinary sexual being giving and receiving raw sexual pleasure. He was pounding her sweet married pussy so hard (much harder than I ever had) I thought he was hurting her. But I was so wrong! She was begging him to fuck her harder. He tossed her around into different positions in an enraged fuck frenzy that lasted over an hour and she couldn’t seem to get enough of his cock.

I had never witnessed anything so powerful or so thrilling as to watch my gentle, loving, and devoted wife become another man’s insatiable fuck-slut right before my eyes. It was a truly surreal experience for me. I was seeing her deep-sexual-energy force being unleashed for the very first time. I suddenly felt an extreme sense of pride. I was more proud than I was on our wedding day…proud that she was my wife and that my wife could fuck like that! I was proud and excited to be there and share that experience with her as her support system that allowed that hidden side of her to finally be set free.

I can’t truly explain it. There is my sweet bride with another man’s cock buried in her pussy and her clawing at his back and there I was feeling my heart overflowing with love for her. I felt a tremendous closeness to her, a spiritual connection at that moment I had never experienced before as I sat there and watched her fuck this guy we had just met that day.

So to let her have this overnight date seemed like a logical step. I was only able to speak to her briefly on a couple of quick cell calls, but I was experiencing that same sense of pride and overwhelming love for her just imagining how her raw-sexual-energy force would once again be let loose. I could feel myself connected to her even though I wasn’t there.

MrFun

[MrsFunseeker]

I woke up, not sure how long we had been sleeping. He was in a peaceful slumber, lying on his side with his back to me, so I just snuggled up behind him and started to gently kiss his back while stroking his arms. I didn’t know if he would wake up at all, but if he did I wanted it to be in a slow and tender way. Hey, since I only have this guy for one night I want to make the most of it (can you blame me?)! Eventually he rolled over and opened his eyes. I gave him a quick kiss on the shoulder before moving on top of him, straddling his thighs. I then noticed the bedside clock said it was 4 in the morning, so even though we’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, I wanted to have him inside me again. I then leaned forward and kissed his cheeks, then his forehead, and told him to wake up and make love to me again.

He just smiled back at me with a very devilish grin. I slowly sat straight up on top of him still straddling him but now I began to feel his cock quickly getting hard as I slowly slid my very-wet, full pussy lips up and down the underside of his thick shaft as it continued to lengthen along his “six-pack” tummy. I truly was amazed by the size of his cock ~ After all, I have had several different playmates both swinging and hotwifing before but I never had anything like him. Noticeably, not all men are created equally.

I looked down and clearly saw the swollen head of his circumcised penis was an inch or more past his navel!!! Wow! I thought, … “Wow, he really does have a BIG cock!” It suddenly made more sense to me why my jaw was feeling a little sore. Apparently, I was not use to opening my mouth for so wide or for so long) to accommodate a pleasure tool like his when I was sucking him.

I was unexpectedly overwhelmed with the desire to get him back inside my greedy pussy ~ NOW!.

But … just this time … I didn’t want another condom separating us. I’m not positive why it seemed so important to me at that moment (Mr. Fun says it was because I was ovulating and I secretly wanted to be impregnated) but ALL I could think about just then was to have that huge, bareback, fleshy cock filling my ravenous pussy without any protection.

I leaned over, close to his ear, and whispered, “Are you safe?”

He said “What?”

I said: “Are you safe…you know, without a condom?” “I’m not on any form of birth control, but, I do want your bareback cock inside me ~ right now!!!!”

He clasped my face in his strong hands and looked me deep in my eyes and said, “ Do you want my cock inside you, Baby ~ planting my seed? All I could say was … “ Oh god, Yes! ~ Please Fuck Me!!!”

He then reached between us with his hand and guided his bare cockhead directly into my pussy and I promptly sank all the way down on top of him in one continuous motion and immediately felt my orgasm building!

I so wanted all his hot cum pumped inside me so badly I couldn’t stand it ~ (I felt so naughty and decadent) I wanted to be filled with this stud’s cum!

I rode Darren’s cock slowly. This was a big “first” for me. As a virgin bride who eventually became a swinger, the only bareback fucking I’d ever done in my life was exclusively with my hubby. I didn’t plan or anticipate this at all. In fact, I was always the one who was so adamant that I would never, ever “play” without condoms!!! I can’t explain why at that second I changed my thinking like I did. It just felt so natural to give myself to this man. I wanted him to have all of me and I wanted to hold nothing back from him ~ to deny neither of us any sexual pleasure we could share as lovers.

I truly loved the way his manhood filled me so completely and how my vagina had to stretch to the edge of discomfort to fully accommodate his size. It literally hurt so good I could not get enough of him. Sitting flush against his pelvis, gently pushing myself forward and back subtlety keeping him entirely buried inside me. These small movements were all I needed to give me just the right amount of stimulation that I knew would make me cum very soon. But this time I wasn’t the least bit interested in trying to hold back my orgasm. He could think of me whatever he liked and do with me whatever he wanted.

I thrilled to the sensation of his bare flesh inside me. It was more than just the mental rush of knowing he was condom-free, I swear I could feel the difference our flesh-on-flesh was making. At that very moment he thoroughly owned me: mind, heart, body and soul. I was his for as long as he wanted me and as I approached yet another fiery orgasm on his massive cock, I heard myself telling him so. “Darren, I love the way you make me feel ~ I love fucking you so much ~ I’m yours to have whenever you want me, anyway you want me!”

With that, he pulled me down flat against his muscular chest, tightly wrapping his strong arms around me and passionately kissed me ~ a very deep hungry kiss that had me melting into him. I felt him suddenly take control. He held me firmly as he began to thrust up into me with a rapid, powerful motion. He was pounding me from underneath so hard, as I lay across his chest; I knew I was about to explode in orgasm. As I felt his hands roughly squeezing my butt cheeks, I panted into his ear, “I’m going to cum for you now, lover.” Then I felt one or more of his fingers (I was too far gone to know how many) penetrate my ass and start finger-fucking me there in rhythm with his cock in my pussy. I began to cum with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had that rocked my entire body with waves of pleasure. Just then, Darren gave one final thrust and held me hard against his pelvis as I felt his cock begin pumping his baby cream deep inside my body. He moaned, “Kiss me now!” Wrapped in each other’s arms, we laid motionless except for the movement of tongues and his pulsating cock still throbbing inside of me.

[MrsFunseeker]

After that rather intense episode, the two of us somehow fell into a heap on the massive King-sized bed and slept in each other’s arms. I awoke briefly a few more times with the conscious thought that I was sleeping next to someone other than my husband. I clearly remember that throughout our slumber either I was snuggling him from behind (spooning) or he had his arm wrapped around me. Not at all what I expected, to be sure, but a pleasant surprise nonetheless. As a woman who is completely used to sleeping next to someone every single night, I was shocked at how well this man slept – a single man who typically sleeps alone – with his body nestled warmly against the wife of another man. I recall, in fact, at one point snuggling right up against him and wrapping my arm around his chest (in a spoon position) and then feeling his hand reach over the top of my arm and hold it tightly against himself. I tell you the truth, there was tender love in that room and I was in no way prepared for it.

The sheer tenderness, the warm embraces. Geez, I had dated men for much, much longer and never felt this level of intimacy!!! It’s not like I had images pop in my head of him replacing my husband, but I did entertain the idea of having this gorgeous man as a steady boyfriend if he actually lived in the area (which he didn’t). To be honest, it is hard to know what to do with those thoughts and feelings at the time – especially when it is the first time. I think I just more or less took it all in and absorbed every emotion; every sensation, every thought, every encounter.

I also remember just watching him sleeping so peacefully. I considered phoning my husband, but it was in the dead of night and I had no way of knowing whether he was lying awake or deep in slumber, so I just snuggled into Darren and let sleep to envelope me.

Daylight finally came and we were still just a tangle of body parts – arms and legs everywhere and the wonderful feeling of awakening blissfully to a new lover. I played with his hair, running my fingers through his thick waves, and treating him as though he were my husband. I truly enjoyed lavishing my affection on him and seeing how he responded to being doted on. For a long time we just played around with each other’s bodies and talked… he stopped at one point and said to me, “god, you are just so… loveable!”. I must admit, if felt good to be the woman of this man’s dreams for just one night. A handsome, successful, charming and delightful man that could have any woman he wanted. But for right now I knew he wanted nothing more than to be there with me. I knew that he felt wonderful being wrapped up in my arms, and soon we would make love one more time before he headed off to the airport!

[MrsFunseeker]

DCharles wrote:
You are awesome! I like it that you can tell your husband the things that you said and did with this lover. Even though you love your husband, I think it is hot that you could let go in the heat of the moment and only think about you and your lover and that you can tell your husband that you wanted your lover's cum inside you. I'm just curious; did you have any concern with telling your husband how much you enjoyed your lover? Did you think he might get jealous at all? Personally, I think the jealousy becomes a turn on in a way.

Thank you, Dcharles; I appreciate your feedback!

Even though my darling hubby had to deal with some jealousy issues (as most of us do) he did say that those same feelings (as you correctly alluded to) were also a genuine turn on for him. He’s not a cuckold in the sense that he is into any type of humiliation play or will ever allow anyone to dominate him sexually but he loves to show me off as his “Penthouse-Trophy-Wife!” We can go the mall shopping and while I’m thrilled at the prospect of bringing home some new treasures, he’s thrilled by watching all the men and women who quite obviously are busy noticing me. Before I met him I use to dress very conservatively but now because of his encouragement (and for his pleasure) I always wear sexy outfits that flatter my figure. We are extremely open and honest with each other and know what turns each other on. He loves the fact that I love being taken by a lover, can be turned on by his cock, and I love to be filled with his cum! So I tell him everything and he absolutely loves it!

Kisses,
MrsFunseeker

[MrsFunseeker]

After some sweet good-morning words to each other, we slowly began to caress one another’s bodies and move closer in the bed. He leaned over me and gave me a nice, long kiss while his hands continued their exploration. Just feeling his warm body next to mine and having him touch me again gave me tingles in all the right places! I could now anticipate the feel of his manhood inside of me, which just fueled the fire all the more.

Since Darren was now hovering above me, I instinctively wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. I like soft, slow, deep kisses, and let me just say that he did not disappoint in this department either! Having already forgone the condom in our earlier episode, there was clearly no point in even thinking about it now. In short order, my knees were spread apart for him and his cock found my opening like a heat-seeking missile! No fumbling around. I’m sure he must be used to taking the entry part pretty slowly due to his size. My pussy quickly enveloped him entirely – oh, it felt so amazing to have his girth stretching me just a little. I could definitely get used to this! (I mean spoiled by it).

My hands found his nipples and I began to tease them with light strokes and gentle squeezes. He moaned in pleasure, which of course boosted my confidence and also assured me that he was enjoying it every bit as much as I was. Our bodies found their own rhythm, and we continued that way for a little while longer, but stopped before either of us were finished. He sat back on his heels and just looked at me. I had a pretty good idea of what he might want right then, but as I am not presently a mind-reader (although I’m working on it – ha!) I looked right back up at him and then asked, “How do you want me?”. Without contemplation he answered, “on all fours”.

Immediately I rolled over onto my stomach, pulled a pillow underneath me for balance, and rose my backside up for him. Although I couldn’t see his face, I was pretty sure he was smiling.

The next thing I felt were his hands on my hips as he moved his body closer to mine. Just feeling the heat that his flesh emitted while my back was to him was stimulating! Anticipating his rock-hard cock pushing against my opening was driving me mad with pleasure. In fact, I loved the whole idea of making myself available to him that way… just knowing I was giving him what he wanted most at that moment was enough for me. After all, I had taken my pleasure from his body during the night, and now I wanted to give him whatever he desired from me.

He rubbed his hands across my bottom and down the sides of my hips and thighs – I got the feeling he was just “taking it all in”. My head was comfortably resting to the side, while I put my weight on my elbows and readied myself for him. Soon the warm head of his manhood touched the outside of my raised pussy lips. I could feel my own wetness. I know I opened myself up for him as he slowly, gently, pushed himself inside of me. His hands were still firmly holding my hips as he began to move his cock deeply in, and then gradually back out to just the head of his penis before moving in once again. If I close my eyes, I can still feel him fucking me like that. Hearing him moan in approval while caressing my backside made me feel incredibly worshipped and empowered. For the moment I was his plaything and I wanted to be damn sure he enjoyed himself!

Darren continued to deeply thrust into my hot, wet pussy until he finally decided to put me on my back again. He withdrew his cock and then tenderly rolled me over, aligning himself between my thighs and bending forward to kiss my lips. His kisses were once again sweet and romantic; yet hungry and alive! I eagerly wrapped my feet behind him and drew him in. Having his face so close to mine was very intimate indeed, and exactly what that moment called for. We each instinctively seemed to know what to do for each other at every turn. God, what chemistry!!

Most of the time (he being about a foot taller than me) Darren held himself up with the strength of his arms, but now suddenly, he laid his body down completely on top of mine (I’m no light-weight, so don’t be concerned) and then with his right arm, he pulled my left leg up so that my knee was more or less aligned with my chin. With my leg up so high, he had complete access to the depths of my body, and he took full advantage of that position! His long, thick cock practically impaled me, over and over again. I admit, if felt wonderful at the time to have him pummeling my innermost places to a depth I had never experienced before! We carried on like that for who knows how long until he let go of my thigh and then fucked me with even more fervor. Clearly, he was about to explode, and I had no intention of trailing behind. Just as he let out a deep moan to let me know that the end was near, my own body responded to his pleasure with what I would describe as a profound opening… I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it is an inner unfolding that occurs when a woman literally opens herself up for a lover, body and soul. So I found myself on the brink as well, and when suddenly Darren was banging several deep, hard thrusts coinciding with loud moans… well, that was all the queue I needed. Instantaneously, I found myself falling into that sea of abyss that one calls pleasure. It was incomprehensible that two strangers should fall into such a comfortable and gratifying sexual tryst, and yet there we were… sweaty, satiated, and spent!

We held each other and talked for at least thirty minutes – maybe more. The alarm clock was behind his head and within my view when I abruptly announced, “Don’t you have a plane to catch?”

He turned to look at the clock and then realized that he had better get a move on. I watched him get up reluctantly from the bed that we had shared and walk toward the shower. He didn’t have much time, so I restrained myself from joining him under the warm water, and instead busied myself with the task of rounding up all of his things in an effort to make packing a bit easier for him.

When he emerged from the shower (all clean and beautiful) I surprised him by snapping a couple of photos of him before he got dressed. As a professional, he had to travel in business attire, and I must say he looked smashing! Of course I told him so.

After he packed up and was ready to head out the door we said our final good-byes before I watched him walk out of the room and then down the hall to the elevator. It was hard to see him go. The time just seemed too short. He really seemed like a long-time friend at that point, and I hated that my husband hadn’t had the chance to meet him yet, because I knew they would hit it off marvelously! Well, all I could do right then was watch Darren leave and then pack up my own things and head for home, as I knew my darling hubby must be nearly driven mad with anticipation by now!!!! As soon as I was ready to leave I called my loving hubby's cell phone to let him know I was getting ready to leave (or stay if he wanted me to)…

[MrFun]

I tried to go to sleep around 11:30 pm but I just seemed to only restlessly lie there with my head filled with so many self-manufactured images of what my devoted bride might be doing with this new lover. I knew there was really only one way to actually get myself off to sleep. So I got some lube and stroked my erection while picturing my gorgeous bride being pounded to a massive orgasm by her handsome bull. I came quickly and having been momentarily relieved of all the tension and anxiety that had been building inside of me all day, drifted off to sleep.

It’s exactly 4am and suddenly I’m awake again. It was a very strange feeling, for even though I was certain I was alone in the dark with just the numbers on the digital clock staring back at me, I had the bizarre sensation that I was woken by something else. I had a throbbing erection and I immediately wondered if my wife was also awake and what she might be doing. Somehow I seemed to know she was awake and I let the vision of her fucking fill my mind and I masturbated once again before falling off back to sleep.

I had the usual busy morning getting all the kids up, breakfast for 4 and getting them off for school. I let them think Mom was just sleeping in so they tried to be quiet enough not to wake her. They had no idea she wasn’t even in the house.

She finally called me at 9am to say that Darren had just left. She wanted to know if she should come home or stay there. I said, “What the heck do you mean, ‘Stay There!’”

She said, “I could come straight home or maybe you’d rather drive out to the hotel here and make love to me in the same king-size bed where I’ve been so thoroughly fucked for the last 12 hours? Checkout isn’t until 11:30.”

I thought about it for a sec. And said no. “Come home right away. I want you here in our bed!”

She said, “Fine, I’ll be there in about 45min. I’m already packed up. And I do have a bit of a confession for you when I get home.”

With that she hung up and I waited.

MrFun

[calhusband]

Thank you for putting this on the new forum and continuing.

And can I just say, that new Avatar...my oh my oh MY.

[Nesto]

I've been waiting for this....

[wife92648]

I can't wait to read the rest of your "story"...

Just wanted to say that your new avatar is sooo sexy... But again, all your pics are sexy

kisses

Rose...

[voymargaux]

Wow..for not being big on sharing...you did an awesome job!!!

[Mr_Butterfly]

As always, you two set the standard for hotness on this forum.

[angelarose]

Thank you for the marvelous true story. It's gratifying to see such a loving relationship between a husband and wife that can permit the ultimate gift to the wife.

The story was extremely well-written and interleaved perfectly. I enjoyed it thoroughly

[MrsFunseeker]

On my way home I thought about how I wanted to tell and share everything that happened with my loving hubby. I wished I had gotten someone to take some photos ~ maybe at the restaurant. Even though I had just spent 12 hours in bed with another man, I was eager to get home and fuck my generous husband. I did have one photo to share with him. I snapped a picture of the morning-after, disheveled bed Darren and I had shared so many wonderful orgasms. I’ve posted it in the Hotties Forum if you want to see.
http://www.ourhotwives.org/forum/viewto ... 4748#p4748
Kisses,
MrsFunseeker

[rusty_rebar]

wow!

great story, thanks for sharing. The pic of the bed just tops it all off.