The Audacity of Fucking Another Man in Front of My Husband

And Feeling Okay About It
Created by author with Venice AI

I was raised traditionally.

“Save yourself for marriage.”

“Don’t let a boy touch your breasts!”

“Don’t ever let a boy touch you DOWN THERE!”

Despite my mother’s warnings, I let boys touch me. Obviously, I didn’t save myself for marriage. I was never a wild child, but I was a child of the 70s.

Despite that, I never imagined that, after 15 years of marriage, I would be fucking another man with my husband present in the room.

His name was Greg. We met him online, invited him to meet us at a hotel lounge, then went up to our room. Greg came with us.

There was a hot tub in the room. My husband, Mark suggested that we all get naked and jump into the tub. Mark had no interest in seeing Greg naked. But he did want to see me naked with Greg.

I kissed Mark. I could feel Greg’s hands on my naked back. I turned around and felt his hands on my front. He ran his fingers over my nipples and squeezed my tits.

I went back and forth, kissing Mark, then kissing Greg. The two of them ran their hands and fingers all over my body. Eventually, Greg was the one who suggested we dry off and move to the bed.

I climbed onto the middle of the king-sized bed with the guys on either side of me. Mark was on my right and Greg on my left. They were both running their hands all over my body.

I could tell that the guys took care not to touch each other. Neither of them had a phobia about it. They just weren’t into touching other guys. They wanted to touch and make love to only me.

Mark was being very generous. He was allowing Greg to fully enjoy the pleasure my body. I looked over at Mark’s face. He smiled almost proudly as Greg sucked my nipples. He leaned forward and kissed my lips with delicious hunger as Greg moved further down on me.

Greg’s kisses moved along my breasts to my tummy and then slowly toward my dark bush. Soon, his tongue was engaged in the folds of my moist pussy. The hot tub had somewhat dried my juices, but as Greg licked me, my own excitement was quickly replenishing the natural flow of wet, glistening pussy moisture.

Mark’s kisses were insistent and probing. At the same time, Greg’s tongue was gliding over all the right places. He is one of those men who knows how to properly lick a pussy. He concentrated in just the right spot and kept up the fluttering of his tongue in a rapid pace.

“Oh yes!” I whispered. “You do it just right.”

Greg brought me to a glorious orgasm. I almost bit Mark’s lower lip when I came. He backed away from my mouth for a moment. I think he was enjoying watching my face as I climaxed.

I’m a loud cummer. I scream and squeal and then I laugh. I can’t help it. I know it’s just the release of joy. One would think I was watching the funniest comedy ever. Instead, I’m crashing through an immense wave of orgasmic joy.

Then Greg asked Mark if he could fuck me.

Mark said, “Please do.”

I opened my legs wide as Greg climbed on top of me. I was already very wet, so it was easy for him to enter me. He was decent in size and filled me up well. I tingled to the tips of my fingers as I felt him slide into my pussy, while at the same time my husband kissed my mouth. I turned my head toward Mark and made a guttural moan.

Greg began to talk to me. “Do you like that cock? Do you like that cock inside you?”

“Mm-hmm,” I squealed.

“Do you want it deeper? Do you like the way my cock feels in you?”

“Mm-hmmm.”

Mark leaned back. He stopped kissing me and just took in the view. He told me later that this was the first time he ever actually watched another guy’s cock sliding back and forth in my pussy. He said it fascinated him to watch another guy slip his hard cock past my curly hairs and to watch it disappear in my happy, wet hole.

Greg’s rhythm increased. He moved in, filled me fully, then pulled back. He didn’t pull out but pulled it to the tip and then came back into me until his cock was buried to the hilt. He did this repeatedly.

After a lot of this, Greg gritted his teeth and I felt his body quiver. He released a stream of cum inside of me. I could feel him shooting the juices in my pussy.

When Greg was spent and finally pulled his wet, but deflating cock out of me, Mark took his place. My husband eased his hardness into me. I was well lubricated from my own juices and the oozing cream of Greg’s cum.

My mind reeled in ecstasy as I felt a second man filling me, this one being my husband. From all the foreplay and anticipation, plus watching another man fuck me, it didn’t take Mark long to release his passion into my waiting pussy.

After all of this incredible passion, I thought briefly about all the things I had been told not to do.

“Don’t let a man touch you down there!”

The audacity of me to fuck a guy in front of my husband before he fucks me, too!