I could not decide what exactly inspired the craving in me, but I suspect it was from porn, even if remotely. It goes too long back that’s it’s turned rather vague.
It’s no small expanse of time since I’ve been fantasizing about watching my husband fuck another woman. We had an amazing sex life, nothing particularly extra but this sharpened my cravings even more, curiously.
I could not muster the heart to tell him about these secret crazy dreams of mine because I was worried Jide mightn’t take it well. He was not the type to be overly experimental in the bedroom and I was afraid that if I expressed this need, he might start to fear the company I keep or even worse, which in turn might affect our marriage and sex life. So I kept off the subject quite.
It was pretty close to our fourth wedding anniversary and I really wanted to do something adventurous. The thought of bringing in another woman to spice up our bed surged up in me. I decided to test the waters.
One night, while we were in bed and he was straddling and kissing me, gently touching on me in all the right places, his mouth moved down my neck towards my boobs and I moaned, as usual, with my old fantasies swirling in my head.
“Honey, tell me about the best lovemaking experience you have ever had with someone else,” I whispered to him. He looked up at me, taken aback. I wiggled my hips against his, smiling with a touch of uncertainty, trying to make out from his face what his exact reaction was gonna be.
“Come on, sweetheart, there’s no need to be shy. I really don’t mind, you know,” I said, feigning courage about the whole thing.
At length, he shrugged and began the tale of himself and some chick. It goes according to his story that they once had sex at the back of a club out in the night air. It was there that night they had met and got together. As he got into the story, I felt the pleasure building. He talked about what conversation led to a blowjob and soon he was fucking her like underneath the tree they were chilling and having drinks. Not just the story, but the way he narrated it aroused me so much that I orgasmed the hardest in a long time that night after he fucked me witless, as usual.
As we laid together in bed, spent from explosive sex, he asked me, “How did you feel it when I talked about shagging someone else?”
This was my chance. I felt courageous because I knew he enjoyed that session as well as I did.
“Actually, I have always imagined you with other women. The very thought turns me on. I have entertained fantasies of watching you fuck them in my head, you have no idea, babe.”
Jide gave a thoughtful silence a while. I feared I may have been too forward with this Intel, and have gotten him mad; but sighed a relief when he broke in a smile and kissed me on the shoulder, saying it might be a great idea.
I decided not to push the thought any further from that point forward, needing it to sit really comfortable with him with time’s progress.
My instinct was to wait until he dug the subject up again himself. Well, my instincts guided me right, for he, in fact, did bring up the subject a couple weeks later. He was at the site where he worked while I was home cooking. We were sending messages back and forth, talking about our day when he
asked, “did you by any chance mean what you said the other day?”
“About what?” I replied.
“You know, watching me bang someone else.”
“Yes, I was,” I giggled replying.
“How do you propose we make that work exactly, sweet pea?
The fact that we were typing kinda made it much easier to talk about. I responded, explaining to him that I would get the girl and all he had to
do was enjoy her company while I watched. His confirmed and genuine interest turned me on to no end. We discussed it more the week following and I proposed we made it an anniversary present to each other. He bought the whole thing.
My sheer anticipation was maniacal. I moved our daughter to her granny’s for the night and fell straight about the task. Getting the girl was easy. She was a friend’s friend who knew the game well. She was young, barely
twenty-one, but seasoned to the purpose.
When I called Celia to speak with her, her excitement was intrigued me, and yet disturbed me a little for a second. She leaped in even before I offered to pay for her services. She was not in it for the money. I was wowed, to say the least.
As the burning pride of noon was doused with the cool of the evening, and Jide and I expected her, we relaxed to a bottle of wine on the veranda. Jide was just in a pair of jeans while I was in a short, silk nightdress and had no panties nor bra underneath, nothing.
Soon as she stepped into the compound, I could hear my heart racing with excitement. It was clear we had chosen right. She dressed to kill, and Jide and I both died on the spot, as though lightning-stricken. She had on a red dress with zippers at the front and cleavage that made my eye pop. I knew she was just for my man, and I couldn’t even lie to myself, her sinful look tempted me to limits. Her lips were full and sexy and her body was amazing. I could see Jide almost drooling staring the hell out of her. She had a sparkling personality. She joined us at wine and had some small talk.
Early on, I was seated in the middle of us three, then it occurred to me that my husband and Celia might need a few minutes alone to get acquainted. I excused myself and entered the bedroom, lying I had to go set something up real quick. I arranged my hair pretty and checked myself out in the mirror. I smiled, loving what I saw. I had worked very hard to maintain my body for my husband and I loved how sexy I looked in my red nightdress. I made sure the bed was well laid and everything we might need during the session was within reach.
After some minutes, assuming they might have made each other’s acquaintance to an agreeable degree, I stepped out to the living room, and there they were already. I immediately stopped in my stride and gasped, “Oh my Goodness!”
Celia was bent over Jide, her ridiculously straight and sexy legs making a show, with her ass up in the air, sucking my husband’s cock like hell. She was only wearing a set of lacy black panties while my husband had his jeans pulled down to his knee, eyes closed, and was long gone visiting higher realms.
This night’s experience would change our lives forever. Celia was a star!
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