My husband's fantasy
My husband shared his fantasy with me right after we married. He confessed he wanted to watch me be with his friend. I was sickened by it and refused. To be honest, he pushed quite hard about it and we almost split up over it. We have been married for 23 years in November, but last summer he finally got his wish.
We were on vacation and we were staying at a nice hotel; ground floor with a walk out patio. I was outside reading, he was Inside watching the game. It was a beautiful summer evening, not too hot or cold. I sat reading my book and drinking a glass of red when the slider on the nextdoor room opened. A man stepped out in just his boxers. He was young, probably mid to late twenties and built very well. I could tell he worked out or at least had a physical job.
He didn't notice me at first and proceeded to scratch his butt, to which I let out a soft giggle. It was enough to get his attention and he turned with a startled look. As he turned to face me I caught a glimpse of his manhood through his shorts. He was well endowed from what I could tell. He apologized for not knowing I was there and we struck up a conversation. He and his new wife were there on a honeymoon, but she evidently had too much to drink and passed out. He went on to say that he wanted to have sex but couldn't with a passed out wife. I jokingly said "well maybe someone around here can help you out with that"
Not meaning me, but it quickly backfired when he asked if I was offering. I said no as I shook my head, but that was enough to get me thinking about it. He commented that his blinds would open and he would be awake if I changed my mind; then he stepped back inside.
A little while later after the game had ended and my husband and I were making out in the bed. I asked him to talk dirty to me. Normally my husband gets kinky when he talks dirty and starts talking about his fantasy. He was getting into it this night asking me if I was a dirty girl and how I wanted to be fucked. By this time we were ready, he was between my legs, his dick hard. He pushes inside me and then brings up his fantasy. It was at that moment I asked if he really wanted me to fuck another man in front of him. I'm sure it was him being horny, but exclaimed that was his fantasy and would love to see it.
I'm not sure why but in that moment I told him I would fuck another man if that is truly what he wanted. For years I had told him no, not even in pillow talk did I indulge his fantasies. So you can imagine the shock when I finally agreed. He stopped fucking me and asked if I was for real. I said I was so long as he was for real and there was no jealous. He quickly agreed there would be none and then asked if I wanted to have sex with his friend. I told him no, and said I wanted it to be someone we didn't know on our vacation. Puzzled he asked who we could get. I mentioned the guy next door and told him about the comments. I told him I had refused, but if he was serious, I could go get him right then. We thought about for a minute and then both agreed to proceed.
I got out of bed and put on my housecoat. I explained to my husband that I would probably flash him to get his attention. He agreed that was a good idea. I paused at the slider and asked one last time if he was sure. To tell you the truth, I was nervous and was asking myself the same question. He shook his head yes, so I stepped outside. I again paused before stepping in front of his door. I had two voices in my head saying conflicting things. One saying you only live once, go for it. The other saying I was a happily married woman with 2 grow children, what would they think if they knew what I was about to do. I took a deep breath, looked around, and stepped in front of his door. He was watching TV but quickly noticed me. I opened my housecoat exposing my entire naked body to him. His eyes became very large and he bolted from the couch to the door in a single step.
I closed my housecoat as he stepped out side and asked if I had changed my mind. I stopped him right there and asked if he would be willing to have sex with me in front of my husband. He naturally asked if my husband was gay, I assured him he was not. After a few more questions, he accepted and we returned to my room. Luckily he had condoms, XXL was on the side and I remember thinking OH MY GOD. He Introduced himself to my husband and asked if he was fine with what was about to happen. Then he stripped off his boxers. I had already shed my housecoat and turned to see exactly how big he was. OMG, he was big. I would say a good 9 or 10 inches I'm guessing, and fat. Fatter than any I had ever seen before. Not massive, but just fatter than I had ever been with.
He walked over to me as I sat on the bed. His dick was getting hard as I reached out and took him in my hands. He was definitely a shower as he didn't grow any bigger, only standing to attention. I stroked him a few times and attempted to suck him but he was just too big for that. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs. He rubbed my already wet vagina with his fingers and then rubbed his dick on me. I stopped him and asked him to put a condom on, to which he did very quickly. Returning to my vagina he put the head of his dick against me. I was extremely wet from having already been fucked by my husband. I should have been ready to receive him, but when he pushed, it was so big he couldn't get in me. I asked my husband for some of the lubrication from out bag. I rubbed quite a bit on myself and his big dick. He once again tried to push inside me but it was too big. It took several minutes of working before he finally got most of it inside me. I was full and couldn't take anymore.
He slowly started fucking me, making sure to ask if I was alright. It was like nothing I had ever felt. I swear he was inside my stomach every time he pushed in. I feared how painful it would be if he actually pushed it all in me and was thankful he was going slow. He cupped my breast in one hand while lifting my leg with the other. His arms were well defined and his chest muscles built. I could only rub his chest and take in the beauty of his body while he slowly penetrated me. Although it was exciting I couldn't help but think I was missing something. He had the body and he definitely had the package, but the spark was missing. I knew in that moment that now matter how much I wanted, I would not be getting off with this man. He continued penetrating me for awhile; each thrust driving a little deeper to point where it was no longer comfortable. I pulled him down close to me and whispered in his ear with the most sex voice I have. I simply said "cum baby". This was enough (as it is with most men) to send him over the edge.
After we finished I sent him on his way. I was still horny for my husband and drug him back to the bed. He on the other hand had already finished while watching me, leaving his rifle without any ammunition. I didn't care, and I made it clear to him that he would still be performing, even if he had to use his tongue. The night ended with me finally being satisfied. My husband got his fantasy, albeit we neither really had fun, but none the less we can now cross his fantasy off our bucket list.