On the day of question, we both had a Saturday off and it was still early afternoon. We lived in Flagstaff, AZ where we both went to college. It was a cool day when hubby hit me with it. He just nonchalantly told me he was going out to meet a guy. When I asked for what, he told me that he was bringing him back so the guy could fuck me. Excuse me?! I just stared at him wondering if he was serious. Hubby had prepped me with all the forced sex talk and fantasy but I couldn’t say anything.
I had just showered and was wearing tight jeans and a button up blouse. I tried asking for more information but he told me not to worry. “All the decisions have been taken out of your hands, so just sit back, relax and enjoy”. I should probably tell you that I was not good at being spontaneous so this freaked me out.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, for all I knew he was going to the store for some milk. My mind was reeling. After what seemed like an hour I heard the door open and came out of the other room to see a stranger standing in my living room. In my opinion he wasn’t the best looking guy, kind of heavy set and had a beard. I don’t like beards and hubby knew it. I thought no way was I having sex with this stranger. Well, hubby didn’t bring him over for ME to have sex, he brought HIM over to fuck me, his wife. I just stared at them wondering what was going on, not realizing that my secret fantasy was about to become a reality. Fantasies were meant to stay fantasy but hubby had different ideas, he feels I should have experiences, not just fantasies.
Right away I told my husband I wanted to talk to him in the other room, there was no way I was getting with this guy. I certainly didn’t know him, in fact I had never seen the guy before. Hubby actually said no to my request to talk and asked the guy to sit down on the couch. What? Hubby sat down on a chair while asking, no telling me, to sit on the couch with the man. I just stared in bewilderment at the situation and couldn’t move. To tell you the truth my nipples were tingling and hard, damn it! How can this happen, how can he expect me to just put out for a total stranger? I wasn’t a whore but all of a sudden I sure felt like one. I was flushed and completely embarrassed. No way was I enjoying this. At least that’s what I kept telling myself. My body was again singing a whole different tune.
Suddenly, sensing my indecision, hubby was at my side. He turned me to him and kissed me hard for a good 30 seconds then told me again to have a seat. My arms were heavy on my side and my heart was pounding. Truth be told, I had never been so turned on in my life! No way was I going to let them in on my secret. I didn’t even know I was turned on until I sat down. When I did, I could feel my panties cling to my vagina from the wetness. I wasn’t just wet, you could probably see it through my jeans, not that I looked.
The stranger had not even said a single word to me since he walked in a few minutes ago but he wasn’t here to get to know me was he? He wanted to meet my body, that’s it. Hubby this time sat on the arm of the couch next to me while he finally started to talk with the guy. Hubby asked where he worked and for how long. I wondered how my husband didn’t even know where this guy worked. Was he really a total stranger that he just picked up to satisfy my sudden kink of being a piece of meat for a guy to devour? That just got me going more. Stupid hormones!