Our first time was with a local guy. He and I chatted online a lot; most of it was nothing sexual. It was a lot of getting to know type stuff just to make sure he was real and not too freaky J. My husband sat in on some of the chats and gave me some suggestions on things to ask and things to say. After we felt more comfortable, we all went to dinner. The intention was not to let anything happen that night, more of a face to face meeting to talk and check chemistry. And nothing happened that night. It was a good dinner and a good time out. There was definitely some good chemistry between all three of us and I could see us all being friends even if there were no sex involved. But there was sex involved and we decided to push things along and see if he was willing to go further. I will admit that my husband and I did have some good sex that night after the first meeting.
We chatted more online and began to exchange pictures now that we had met face-to-face, with the pictures getting more and more suggestive. Then we moved on to a webcam and things picked up steam pretty quick from there. I wore revealing outfits and even give little peeks to my bra and tits. One night, I sat there wearing only my bathrobe and my husband decided to join us. My husband was giving me a hard time about teasing the poor guy and that I should just show it all to him. So I dared my husband, since he was a guy, to come show our friend what it is a guy would want to see.
He was all for it and quickly came over to me.
He moved the webcam down so that it was pointed at my chest. He rubbed my shoulders then slipped his hands inside my robe, rubbing my tits. I tried to keep typing, but the massage was making it tough. Our friend on the other end of the cam had a great view and was very encouraging. He was telling me things like, I bet that feels good, I wish those were my hands, and I would love to see how his hands are working you over.
My husband was enjoying reading his comments and decided to give him a little more of a show. He pulled my robe off my shoulders, off my arms, and let it fall into my lap. I sat there, now naked from the waist up with adrenaline flowing through me with the thrill of now being exposed to our friend. My husband went back to massaging my tits and made a special emphasis to squeeze them together often, like he was presenting them to the cam for approval. He then started kissing my neck, knowing how I loved that and knowing it would make me squirm.
Our friend kept the compliments flowing, telling me how much he was enjoying the show, wishing he was there with us. On a whim, I asked him to show me how much he was enjoying the show. I saw a smile flash across his face before he pointed the cam down to his lap. I watched wide-eyed as he pulled his shorts down showing me just how excited he was.
Well, it was on from there.
My husband pulled off his pants and had me stroke him and then dared me to blow him. I did and did it all on the cam for our friend to see. My husband was telling me how much our friend was enjoying by reading the messages he was typing with one hand never leaving his dick. After that, we put on our own little sex show for him, with my husband fucking me in a variety of positions so that I was in a prominent view of the camera. One was my husband was sitting in a chair with me riding him facing the camera and facing away from the camera. Another was me standing, bent over with a side view of only my face and tits as my husband was behind me. And my favorite was being bent over facing the camera with my husband behind me, that way I could type and watch our friend as I feeling my husband.
That was an enjoyable night. Just letting go and enjoying the feel opened a whole new world in my mind. The orgasm was intense and I wanted it again, of course after I had time to recover J.
So from there, it was time to embrace this new world with an open mind. As my husband and I talked about it, we kept going back to the excitement of our friend as he was watching it. My husband seemed attracted to that point and he wondered several times what it would be like to be on that end of things. So I asked if he wanted to watch me enjoy our friend on the cam.
That was the suggestion he was waiting for. He jumped all over it. And so that is how we decided to go with it.
I was fine with it, because it actually simplified things for me. I would not have to worry about my husband being in the same room, or worrying about what he was going to do. I could focus on our new friend and enjoying him.
So I sent our friend an email asking him if he was willing to help us make our fantasy come true and become a friend with benefits, at least for a night. His response was quick and simple, “YES” was all he said and it was all he needed to say. I replied and told him that we would chat about the details I had in my head about how I wanted this to happen and then pick a date.
I will admit that it was tough to focus on what I needed to do over the next several hours until I could chat with my future lover. That night our chat quickly turned sexual and we went over the details of what would happen and how it would happen. Well, it was me giving the details and rules and him agreeing to them.
So here is how it all went.
I got myself ready like I was getting ready for a night out on the town. I showered, shaved my legs, and took a little extra time fixing my hair and makeup. I even put lotion on my legs to give them that soft feel and a little shine. I grabbed my favorite black dress from the closet and grabbed my new, lacy, sexy black set of bra and panties. I had thought about going without the panties to give me a little extra sexy feel, but I wanted my new friend to see them, or at least have to work around them some.
My husband gave me a whistle of approval as I walked out of the bedroom and I gave him a quick twirl. He was up, out of his seat, and in my space with a hug and a kiss. I had to push him away since I did not want him to mess up my make-up , hair, or dress. And with my nerves, I did not feel much like a close encounter with my husband at this moment. I had a lot running through my head about my new friend and what I was about to do and he did not fit into it. We had some chit-chat and I again asked him if he was sure about all this and he said he was and was even a little excited. I’m not sure his answer would have mattered at this point; I was nervous, but excited and wanted this. So with a quick kiss, I left a little lipstick on his cheek, I left the house.
I had the radio blaring as I drove to his house, still trying to clear my head and not think about what I was doing, but it all came rushing back when I pulled into his drive way. I almost was too nervous to get out of the car and I was shaking so bad that I had a tough time walking to his door in my heels. Not the most gracious way to enter my new lover’s home. I ended up laughing at myself and how it was all affecting me as I rang his doorbell and I think that is what I needed. It sank in to not take myself so seriously and to just enjoy it. So with a deep breath, I felt my body relax just as he opened the door.
I gave him a quick up and down look and was glad he took tonight as seriously as I had. He looked very nice in his jeans, shirt, and sport coat. Not too flashy, but certainly an outfit worthy of a night out. But we weren’t going out. Still trying to keep things more discrete and wanting to focus more on just the two of us, I wanted it to be a ‘stay-home’ date and he agreed.
He prepared a nice dinner (I think he actually bought it from somewhere, but it was still nice) with candlelight, nice music, and a nice wine. I don’t drink much wine but that night I drank a few glassed to help me relax and get a little more courage, but was careful not to get drunk. We chatted, flirted, and had a generally good time as we ate. I was surprised how quickly the awkwardness left and we got more comfortable with each other.
When dinner was over, I helped him clear the table and as we were putting dishes in the sink, he made his move. I was sitting my plate in the sink when he walked up behind me and trapped me against the sink as he put his plate there. I felt his breathe on my neck as he pushed my hair out of the way and then shuttered (a good shutter) as he kissed my neck. I braced myself against the sink and tilted my head to the side to give him better access and he worked his way up my neck. I smiled when I felt his hands on my hips pulling me closer to him.
I swayed my hips, grinding my ass into his groin, feeling his growing erection. I heard him release a moan as he worked on my neck, even nibbling on my ear, and worked his hands over my body more and more. I spun around, cupped his face in my hands and moved in for a kiss and he responded. I don’t know how long we were there and I don’t care. It felt good and I was ready for more. All my nerves were gone and I was ready to enjoy the night.
We moved to the bedroom where the laptop and webcam were set up. We worked to get the webcam turned on and the lighting adjusted in the room. We lit candles, turned lights on and off, and moved the camera around to get a good angle. When it was all set, he signed in and left to get us some drinks. There was my husband, already signed in and as soon as he saw us sign in, he started up a chat. I messaged him back and said we are ready to do this. He said he was too, so we exchanged webcam views and poof…there he was on the screen.
It seemed surreal to seem my husband on the monitor as I was in another man’s bedroom, but I soon got over it as my friend returned still wearing his button-up shirt and jeans, but no sport coat, carrying a couple of glasses of wine. He sat the wine on the night stand and came over to me at the computer. He bent over, resting his chin on my shoulder so he could see what I was chatting about with my husband. He arrived just as I was asking my husband if he was excited about what he was going to see. He said he was, so I told him to show me and to show me by getting naked. He did not hesitate. He stood and removed his clothes and sat back down.
My friend laughed softly at the control I had over my husband and I have to admit that I enjoy seeing him do what I said so quickly. My friend went to work on me, rubbing his hands up and down my side and kissing my neck again. I saw that my husband did have a hard-on and he seemed like he was excited to see me there. So I asked him what he wanted to see and he replied that he wanted to see me enjoy myself, so I pushed back from the computer and began to do just what he wanted.
My friend started some nice, slow music and we danced as we kissed and our hands roamed each other. He started to undo the buttons on my dress, but I stopped him. I wanted him out of his clothes first. He had seen me naked on the cam, so I wanted him naked here first. I worked on his shirt, getting it off, and then I sat on the edge of the bed and worked on his belt and pants. I looked over at the computer and could watch myself as I fought with his belt and watch my husband as he fought with his dick J. I watched as the computer me undid his belt and pants and pushed them down, but I turned back to him when it came to his boxer shorts. I wanted the real me to see this happen for real.
I gave him a few moments to kick off his shoes and helped push his pants down to his ankles, but let him work on stepping out of them, I wanted something much higher. I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, I started to work them around his hard dick, but then decided to catch the head of it in the waist band and pull it down with them. I enjoyed making it ‘pop’ out of his boxers and slap against his stomach, but I may be a little weird that way.
Just like that, I had two naked men excited by me, still clothed. That thought, plus having a new dick inches away from me put a thrill in my stomach and an ache in my naughty place (but it was a good ache). I wrapped my hand around his dick and began a slow stroke. I looked up with a smile to see how my new friend was enjoying my touch and then looked at the computer to see my husband matching the pace of my strokes. Turning my attention to my friend, I soon added my other hand by massaging his balls and then just pounce with my mouth.
I loved hearing his moans, feeling his hands in my hair, and feeling his ass with my hand as I used it for support. I loving the thrill of having another man’s dick in my mouth, I wasn’t even thinking about my husband anymore, but later when I think back to this moment I do get wet thinking about him watching. I was loving the thrill of being this naughty and I was wanting it to continue. I don’t know how long I was giving him a blowjob, but I really don’t care, it was fun and I think I enjoyed giving it as much as he enjoyed receiving it.
Next, he helped me stand up and I helped him remove my dress, leaving him there in my new bra and panties. He spun me around, quickly unfastened my bra, and pushed me down on the bed. He climbed on top and kissed my neck as he rubbed his dick on my panty-covered ass. I pushed my hips up to push back against him and grind my ass into him as he was grinding his dick into me. I was more turned-on than I had been in a long time. I was wanting him inside me, to fill his dick (a strange dick) inside me.
He kissed down my back and kissed around the top of my panties as he tugged at them, pulling them down. I raised my hips off the bed so he could remove them easier and he did. I stayed on my stomach and he kissed his way back up my legs, rubbing and massaging them as he went all the way to my lower back, paying attention to my butt cheeks with his lips and his hands. Oh, I LOVED that!! He slid a hand between my legs and touched my honey pot. As wet as I was, it did not take much effort for him to slip a finger inside.
I moaned, buried my head in the bed, and parted my legs to give him better access. He gently worked a couple of fingers inside, really getting me warmed up good before turning me over so I was on my back. Before I really had time to get adjusted, he had his head between my legs giving me one of the best lickings I had in a long time. I love oral, both giving and receiving, and I was loving this.
I’m not sure what brought it back to mine, but I suddenly remembered that my husband was watching all of this. I decided to really give him a good show. I grabbed my friend’s head and pulled him deeper into me, arched my back, and really started moving my hips and head. I did not have to do any acting, I was really enjoying it and enjoying it that much! I couldn’t see the computer screen from where I was, but my imagination was adding to the intensity I was feeling.
I did not want to have an orgasm just yet, so I released him and sat up on the bed. I was not ready to climax yet, but I was ready for the next step, I was ready to feel him inside me.
During our mini-break, we both went to check the computer. I sat down in front of the screen with my friend behind me. My husband was applauding and I could see that he still had an erection. I asked him if he had cum yet and he said no. He went on to tell me that he did not want to cum until it was all over. There was a little bit more small talk before I went to lay down on the bed and called my friend over.
I laid in a way so my husband would have a good side view of us. My friend crawled on the bed and between my legs. His kissed his way up, spending some time on each nipple and then there he was, face to face with me. I could feel the tip of his dick on the opening of my honey pot and so badly wanted him, all of him. He kissed me and asked if I was ready. I moaned a yes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He slowly slipped inside and it was amazing.
This was it. We had finally done it. Sure everything up to now felt good and was leading to this, but there is something different about actually having another man’s dick inside. There is something different about having another man penetrating me, rocking his hips, and pushing and pulling his dick in and out of me. I was loving it. But I could not escape the webcam and my husband.
As much as I wanted to enjoy this new feeling, I found myself looking at the computer, wondering what was going through my husband’s mind now that I was finally having sex with another man. Part of me wanted to stop and chat with him some, part of me wanted to kill all the lights and forget about him, but the part that wanted to keep feeling everything (my new friend, the anxiety of my husband watching) and I stayed where I was. I just let go and enjoyed it. Enjoyed each thrust, enjoyed each re-entry, and enjoyed each kiss. We changed positions a few times and were all over the bed before taking a break.
My husband was still there, still had his erection, and was still encouraging.
As I was typing, my friend came up behind me and began to tease me with his dick. So we re-created a scene my husband and I had done where I was bent over the computer with a dick in me as I chatted with the person on the other end, only this time my friend had his dick in me and I was chatting with my husband. I must say that this was sooooo hot.
I felt like I was ready to explode, but I was not done teasing my husband. So I stood up quickly, my friend had to pull out, and I told my husband I was ready for the next phase. I pushed my friend onto the bed and went around blowing out the candles so it was dark in the room, at least dark enough for nothing to show on the webcam.
I climbed on the bed and climbed on top of my friend. It was my turn to control the pace and my turn to control the action. I wanted to orgasm and I wanted to control how I did it. I blocked out anything except my friend and my desire. I slid his dick inside and enjoyed the ride.
I rode for what seemed like an eternity with him being very aggressive with his hands and mouth. My orgasm was a slow build, but when it hit, it hit hard and long. Just as mine was ending, his began and that intensified the ending of mine even more.
I was exhausted. I collapsed on my friend and we were breathing heavy together until I rolled off. I grabbed a sheet to cover up as I got off the bed and went back to the computer (funny how after you’ve been fully exposed to someone so intimately that you feel like you have to cover up.) My husband was still there and seemed a little upset, but it was more of a playful upset. We chatted for a bit and I told him how much I enjoyed it. He was wanting me home, but I told him I was not ready to leave just yet and will send him a text when I leave. Then I signed out and turned off the webcam.
I was spent, but I was not ready to be done with my new friend. I went back to the bed and cuddled up with him for a bit. I listened to him breathe and heard his heartbeat as he stroked my sweat soaked hair. We got up shared a snack and chatted a bit and talked about what happens next and does this happen again. Neither of us had an answer for anything. I only knew I wanted a shower and to clean up before I went home.
I also wanted him to join me, and he did.
The shower was fun, playful, and I was able to give him another orgasm before it was over.
I got dressed, leaving my bra and panties for him, and headed home. I sent a text to my husband and he quickly replied that he would be waiting for me.
The drive home was interesting for me. It was not that far away, but with all the thoughts and scenarios that went through my mind, it seemed like it was a cross-country trip. I was uncertain of the welcome or greeting I would receive from my husband when I walked in. I guess the drive home is one of the downsides to having the first time done away from home. When I parked the car in the driveway, I sat there for a few minutes trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing with the thoughts of what I had just done and the unknown of what I was coming home to find. I stepped out of the car and walked towards the front door.
I smiled at how funny the ending to the night seemed a lot like the beginning.
I slid the key in the lock and opened the door. I did not have to wait long for the questions in my mind to be settled. My husband quickly grabbed me and gave me a deep, passion-filled kiss. The tingles in my stomach grew as I felt his hands exploring me and pushing me towards the living room. He was aggressively trying to remove my clothes and I soon found myself naked on our couch. He took note of my lack of anything under my dress. Breathless, yet lustfully, he whispered in my ear that he wanted to hear the details, how did it feel, how did he feel, what was the best part, what happened when the lights went out, do you want to do it again… Before I could respond his face was buried between my legs.
I thought, ok I’ll let him have it. So I told him what we did and how he felt. I was really getting into it myself, grabbing his hair and pulling his head deeper into me. I was getting worked up as I relived all the details of the night, putting my own emphasis on the parts I liked best. I told him how intense it was and yes I would love to feel it all again.
I’m not sure how, but my husband was now naked and had his dick in my face wanting me to give him a blow job. I grabbed it and was surprise how hard he was. As a wife and as many times as I had felt this part of my husband’s body, I was very familiar with how it felt and it was harder and even a little bigger. As I sucked him, he was more sensitive and more vocal than he normally is and he did not stay in my mouth very long. He pulled himself out and knelt between my legs, pushing his dick inside where my friend was not too long earlier. That thought alone was almost enough to send me over the edge.
It was a different feeling, feeling my second dick in only a few hours, and I couldn’t help but compare them. I’m not sure why my mind went there, I was enjoying the feeling of my husband fucking me, but it did. Those thoughts helped me to tell my husband more details of the night. He commented on how good my freshly used naughty place felt. And for some reason, I really enjoyed hearing that and it stuck with me. He would ask me questions and I would answer them. He finally had all he could take and he came. Without me asking, he moved between my legs and licked me again and it wasn’t long before I had my own orgasm.
We both collapsed right there on the couch. We did not bother getting dressed, but slept naked, cuddled on the couch. But when I woke up the next day, I was alone.
I must have been exhausted because I slept until almost noon despite the bright sunshine that was coming through our living room windows. I wrapped up in my robe from the bathroom and saw my husband was already outside working. I sat down at the computer and noticed an email from my friend. He told me how much he enjoyed last night and would love to help me out any other time I wanted to take advantage of his ‘benefits’. I must have been smiling as I was typing a reply, because my husband asked what was so funny when he came in from outside. I told him what I was doing and he told me that I had better things to do with my time.
What struck me was not what he said, but how it said it. It was very cold and harsh, and certainly not the same tone as last night when he ripped my clothes off and wanted details. I wanted to talk about it, but he shut down. He wanted nothing to do with it and had nothing to say about it. I said something about talking about the next time and he blew up. He said there would be no next time and this was the end of it. I was his wife and I would be his only.
I ran to the bedroom crying. I had done all of this for him, sure I enjoyed it, but he wanted me to do it and he enjoyed me doing it. I wasn’t sure what was going on and thought there had to be more to it. So I decided to bring it up again later, but drop it for now.
That day, I did my thing and my husband did his and we did not have any interaction until later that night. To his credit, my husband brought it up first. He apologized for his blow up and tried to explain it away.
I would not let him get away that easy though.
I told him that this was his idea. I said no for so long, but he kept pushing it until we did it. I enjoyed it and he enjoyed it, he can’t deny he enjoyed it. I felt his enjoyment. He finally admitted that he was not ready for me to enjoy it so much and was not ready to be completely cut out like he was when I turned the lights out and did not come home as soon as he wanted me to.
As he was telling me this, I did notice that he had a hard-on. He may not have been ready for it, but he liked me turning out the lights, he liked me telling him I was going to stay and enjoy my friend a little more. I did not fully understand it at the time, but this was the beginning of me cuckolding him.
I told him how much I loved him. I told him that yes I did enjoy the feeling of last night and I would like to do it again, but that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I want to come home to him or with him each night. This will be just some extra fun we can add to our lives.
He asked about where we go from here. He asked about finding a woman to make things even and I had to laugh. I did not see what there was to make even, he wanted this and I did this because he wanted it. I told him I’m not against finding a woman, but not real soon. I wanted to keep things simple and work on this one guy for now, or just work on adding men if we want to open the relationship open some more.
He agreed, sheepishly, but he agreed.
From there, we talked about the next time with my friend with benefits and he said he would like to be part of it in person. So we started working on details and enjoyed another night of hot sex, fueled by make-up desires and more fantasy desires.