Well, what can I say after a night like that? I'm hooked! I'm ready for more! That and more go through my head as I reflect back on the night.
We each got a hotel room in the same hotel and had dinner/bar plans to start the night. That helped ease my nerves greatly. You could have strum me like a guitar with how tense I was in the beginning. My hands were shaking as I carefully applied my makeup. I trembled slightly as I put on my sexiest bra/panty set. I had lingerie to change into, but I wanted to feel sexy while we were out, too.
JD was so calming and strong for me. He said he was nervous, but you'd never know it by the strong facade he planted in front. He knows me like the back of his hand, so I'm sure he was being strong to ensure I didn't fall apart. I wasn't nervous about opening up our marriage. Quite the opposite, actually. I was at peace with that decision. We talked about it so much over the last year that I had no doubts that this is the road we want to traverse. What I was nervous about centered on that insecure person that lives in my brain. What if he's not attracted to me? What if he loses his interest when I get naked? What if I don't do things he likes? What if I don't please him? What if JD struggles? What do I do if this doesn't feel right after all? Then, of course, JD as he's reading my mind tells me that either one of us can pull the plug at any point and it'll all be ok. I took a deep breath and told that bitch in my head to shut up. That was hard. She's quite mouthy. She likes to slip in self-doubt as much as she can, so she didn't take kindly to me telling her to shut the hell up. But as the night went on, she quieted down nicely.
We ate at Cheesecake Factory but all of us were too concerned about feeling too full to partake in the amazing cheesecake. No one wanted to end the night because of an upset tummy. We enjoyed a good meal and good conversation with what are proving to be friends on top of play friends. We all get along so well and laugh the entire dinner.
After dinner, we went back to our rooms to get ready for the night. JD and B, like so many men, are ready way before the women are. They decide to go down to the bar and have a drink together to talk about the night and set the rules. It was a good move because it made both men comfortable that their wives are going to be taken care of. At the end of the day, we are their wives and their number one concern. Of course, you want to please the person you're with in the moment, but you're beholden to the one you love. Their safety and security are as important as their fun.
We crawl into the Uber to take us to the bar. To set the stage, B is tall and I'm not short. JD is average and N is short. So, for whatever reason, B and I decide to get in the very back of the SUV...dumb move. My knees were by my chin, and he just looked miserable. We finagled our way to a comfortable position where my legs were stretched across his, which made for a sexy ride. I began to regret the decision less and less as the ride continued. I could tell that B was trying to be extremely respectful, so I figured I would have to make the first move. I leaned in to kiss him...which if you know me, you know it's a risky move because I get so car sick. Somehow, kissing takes my mind off the moving car enough to not be car sick, even though the driver was shitty. He veered in and out of traffic, slinging us all around the back. We kissed and kissed mostly to keep the fear of dying to a minimum.
We went to a bar called Marfreless. It's swinger-friendly, but not a sex club nor does it have true play areas. It has a cool goth vibe to it and the drinks were stout. You get your money's worth in the drinks for damn sure. The upstairs had rows and rows of couches that faced each other in little pod-like set ups. The atmosphere was dark, barely any lighting from the goth chandeliers that hung over each pod. The very back was a curtained off area. The curtain was pulled back, but I have to assume you can close it if you want more privacy. We sat on two different couches, B with me and JD with N. It felt strange and yet comfortable at the same time. B put his arm behind me and rubbed the slight piece of skin between my shirt and pants. He left a trail of blazing heat with every pass. That single move made me so hot and bothered. I could feel myself growing more and more turned on to where that was all I could concentrate on.
We talked and talked while he rubbed any and all of my exposed skin. He ran his fingers along my cleavage. My breath hitched every time he dipped his fingers into my cleavage. I look over at JD to be sure he's comfortable with what he's seeing and all I can see is N on top of him, straddling him. I guess he's ok. That's all the permission I needed. We dove into kissing with a fever. He pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. He kept running his fingers through my hair and pulling me closer to him. We were already fused together, but he pulled me to him like he couldn't get enough. It was hot and naughty all at the same time. We absorbed each other's moans as I grind atop his lap.
As if I could sense we weren't alone anymore, I break the connection and look up. Not only is someone sitting awkwardly next to JD and N while they make out, but what do you think is next to us? On the same couch... I could have reached out and touched them they were so close. Two completely naked girls and one was going down on the other. Did I mention on the same couch? If they were just in the room and not on our couch, I wouldn't have cared. But it really threw a wet towel on the moment. We turned to JD and N, who have now noticed their visitor and shooed him away. Collectively, we decided to end the night and head to the hotel. It's on now. My nerves spike to my throat. But I swallow it down and follow everyone out.
We decide to go to our room for the rest of the night. They separate from us and will meet us in our room in a few minutes. That gives me time to change into some sexy black lingerie. It's crotchless and very strappy. Beautiful piece. I throw my clothes back on over it because I don't want to awkwardly be the only one in lingerie when they knock. Obviously, she wouldn't be only in lingerie since she has to walk the halls.
Then the knock on the door...my heart rate spikes, and my palms go clammy. We're really about to do this. It's one thing to kiss someone; it's a whole 'nother level to do other intimate acts with someone other than your spouse. My mind is racing wondering if I will be able to actually go through with it. Will I chicken out? Will I be what he wants? Will he be disappointed? Shut up, you damn bitchy voice! It's all I can do to make that voice shut up in the short time it takes JD to open the door.
It's awkward at first and I'm not really sure who said what, but next thing I know we're all peeling our clothes off. Personally, I like to undress a guy. I was denied that pleasure because he was naked by the time I got my clothes off. I love to see a hard dick bob up and down when the pants come off. It's like it springs forward looking for its mark. So hot! In a blur of kissing, we end up on the bed. And holy shit! It was everything I was hoping it would be. We had a great time pleasing each other. I looked over at JD a few times and they seemed to be having an amazing time, too. We 69'd for a bit then came apart and went down on each other one at a time.
JD suddenly mentions this fantasy that he and I have had. It's a risky move because you don't know if it's going to ruin the moment or if they're going to be game. They were game! Yay! His fantasy is two women giving him a blow job at the same time. My fantasy is me giving two guys a blow job at the same time. Mind you, not their dicks touching. Me going between the two. So, that's what we did. I got on my knees, and they stood on each side of me. I alternated sucking them, stroking the one I wasn't sucking. N came off the bed and went over to JD, sucking him. I turned my attention back to B for a minute before turning to JD to give him his fantasy. N and I alternated sucking him, then N turned to B. We alternated again back and forth, sucking each guy before switching again. The two guys had amazing orgasms, B on my tits and JD in N's mouth. Perfect ending to a perfect night.
Afterward, JD and I had reconnection sex that was mind-blowing while B and N did the same on the other bed. JD pounded me and pounded me like he's never done before. There was a fierce possessiveness that was such a turn-on. It was hot, hot, hot. Even after they left our room, we went back at it. I had the most incredible mind-blowing, body shaking, breath holding orgasm of my life.
The whole night was hot from start to finish, minus the oral sex on the same couch. I could have done without that intrusion. It ended with JD and I cuddling until we fell into blissful sleep. The next morning, we talked a lot about the night. There were no regrets, no bad feelings, no jealousy. And I was surprised about that. I was fearful that I would be insanely jealous, but I wasn't. I enjoyed the whole night and enjoyed watching JD in pleasure every time I looked over.
It's such a strange feeling to watch the person you love more than anything in the world given and receive pleasure that doesn't come from you. Logically, it seems like that should create jealousy. Instead, it created a sense of pleasure for me to know that he's over there having a great time, and I gave him that gift. We have talked and talked since and still feel the same. We can't wait for the next experience. Our sex since that has been out of this world, and we've become even closer to each other somehow. I had heard that but never believed it. It's true, people! Let me tell you this whole thing brings you so much closer because of how much you have to communicate during all of it. Not only are you telling each other your deep fantasies that probably have never been spoken of out of fear. The fear is real...you fear that you'll be looked at differently by your spouse because you have this fantasy that's out of the norm of regular vanilla marriages. But when you start to open up every corner of your mind and communicate intentionally, you grow so much closer to each other. I can't wait for more experiences as well as more closeness with my husband. My love for him has grown even more if that was possible.
Next week, we're going to a hotel takeover. B and N will be there, too, so I'm hoping we'll get to play again. If not, that's ok because there will be a ton of people to play with. And if that doesn't work out, I can have mind-blowing sex with my husband all weekend in a sexy atmosphere. Maybe we'll even do some exhibitionism, which is one of our fantasies that we discovered we had in common once we started talking....stay tuned!
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