Oh my god, this past Friday afternoon I actually did it!!! I swear to you my husband and I have had sex probably 10 times since and it has been one of the best experiences of our marriage! I have posted the story below for anyone who wants to read it, and I'd be happy to answer any of your questions in the comments!!!

For virtually all of 2023, my husband and I have been talking about opening up our marriage. We are in an incredibly comfortable and stable part of our relationship. Not to say that there is NOTHING to fix (there's always something), but we're on incredibly solid ground, have a wonderful sex life, and we're incredibly comfortable with each other.

For months, its been a combination of little things, long conversations, and endless flirtation. Its our secret, I haven't told a single friend and neither has he. This is not some "fuck my husband's best friend" or a "hot coworker" type of deal. We have focused this on being people completely outside of our other wise vanilla suburban life.

During the last couple of weeks, we've been focused on actually making this a reality. I got onto the dating apps and met people that I vibed with. I've been with my husband for over 12 years, so honestly, this has been the first time I've ever even been on any of these apps, and I'm not afraid to admit it but it has been incredibly fun.

I've met a bunch of hot, fairly interesting guys. People who have proven to be respectful of me and my husbands interests without being judgmental or disrespectful to either of us. By last weekend there was a number of guys who I had been regularly chatting with, and I found myself spending my late nights sexting with another of them. I felt a confidence in myself growing that I didn't even know I could have necessarily. I loved taking hot pictures of myself, I loved knowing that these guys were getting hard for me and wanted to fuck me. I loved the dirty talk and flirtations. I loved that these men were treating me in completely different ways that the professional suburban mom that I was normally. I loved that it made my husband want to fuck me and pleasure me even more than he usually did.

By the middle of the week I was talking with two guys in particular who I was incredibly attracted to, one of which that I was supposed potentially spend the night at a hotel with on Saturday and another that for the most was just flirting with but lived much closer to me. On Friday morning my boss encouraged me to take a mental health afternoon and I jumped on the opportunity. My husband had been traveling for most of the week and was gone, and I was exhausted from working child care solo.

I had a gift card for a massage that I had gotten for my birthday a few months earlier and made a plan to go do that early in the afternoon. As I was telling this to my husband, he reminded me that the other guy that I was talking to lived right around the corner from there. He suggested that I tell him that I would be in his part of town, and all of a sudden my nice little Friday afternoon off got completely different legs.

The way things worked out, I had time for my massage and then I would have a little more than an hour to meet with this guy before I had to go pick up the kids from school. As a result, I couldn't necessarily dress as sexy as I would if this was a Saturday night. I packed a really sexy black bra and lace thong to wear under my otherwise cute-but not crazy date clothing. The bra is a balcony cut that kind of gives this appearance that I was pouring out of my bra. On top I wore a tight, but not scandalous top, and a pair of jeans.

I was in disbelief the entire time that I was driving to his apartment. Could I actually go through with this?? We were supposed to grab a drink first, but there wasn't even enough time for that-- I was completely sober in the middle of the afternoon driving to some hot guy's apartment before I had to pick my kids up from school-- Who was I??

I took a quick car selfie for me husband before telling him that I was going up stairs. I wasn't sure what I was actually going to do and I felt my hands shaking. Boy did I get lucky. First of all he was hot. Like I super tall, good energy, sweet. Second of all he wasn't particularly pushy or anything of the sort. Consent is definetely a love language in all of thise, particularly for someone who hasn't been with someone else in 12 years.

We stood at his counter top and exchanged pleasantries, but he knew exactly what to do. Within a few minutes his hand was brushing the hair away from my face and he was moving in for a kiss. My arms wrapped around him immediately. I felt an almost calm come over me as the wheels started to go into motion and I could finally move away from being nervously anticipatory.

Within a minute our tongues were dancing, my curvy body was pressed against his and he asked me if we could go to his room-- possibly the quickest "YES" I've ever given in my life. As we entered he pushed me with just the right amount of force against the wall as our making out intensified even more. Next he lifted up my shirt and as soon as it was off he began kissing down my neck and down the edges of my balcony cut bra. He couldn't resist pulling my big tits out of my bra and he started teasing and playing with my nipples as I moaned against the wall, reaching back and unstrapping myself as I encouraged him to enjoy me even more.

He then pulled me over to the bed and told me to take off my pants. As I stepped over, I immediately knew I was soaking wet. I looked at him as I stood in front of the bed, my jeans falling to the floor and told him "I'm so freaking wet for you" At that point he essentially tackled me, on to the bed and told me "I need to taste your pussy" to which I didn't even think of resisting. He lifted his finger up to my mouth as he started to pull my thong off, instructing me to suck his finger while he began to run his tongue up my soaking wet clit. My toes were curling my legs were wrapping around hin as he took his wet finger out of my mouth and began fingering me.

"Let me suck your dick" I begged out into his room to which he quickly popped up and took off his pants. I sucked his dick in a way that showed so much eager excitement that I can't even believe getting on my knees I wanted to get as much of his dick into my mouth as possible. He teased me with it knowing how insatiable I was, rubbing it against my lips, teasing my nipples with the soaking wet tip of his cock, asking me "Do you want to fuck me....' Already short of breath I moaned out "Yes" with his cock hardly out of my mouth.

From our conversations, he already knew what he wasnted. He grabbed a condom and got his back and kissed me telling me "I know you want to be on top don't you!" He said with a sexy confident smirk as I quickly started to mount him. As my hand found his cock and began angling it into my pussy I was overcome with happy emotion as I felt his dick pushing against my pussy. HIs hand moved to my swollen clit as I lowered my self. Desperate for affirmation I leaned down to him "Do you like fucking me " I asked as I started riding his dick. He began rubbing me harder as his mouth went to my tits and his other hand gently pressed against my neck as I began riding him harder.

I was shocked by how quickly I felt like I was going to orgasm. The combination of our taboo meeting, the feeling of his cock fucking me exactly the way I wanted, and the new feeling of his hand on my neck brought me past the edge as I began screaming "oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god" into his apartment in the middle of the afternoon. I was certain that I was going to make him cum from this as I rode him harder and faster, as I began sweating against his body, but he was determined to fuck me even harder.

As I came down from my orgasm, I felt him shifting our bodys as we changed position from cowgirl to missionary and he started fucking me hard into his bed. "Fuck me hard" I begged, as both of us really began to sweat and he started thrusting in to me, "You look so hot sweaty with your tits bouncing" he told me as I felt myself tightening against his cock a second time, digging my fingers into his shoulders and squeezing him with my thighs. And he still wasn't done!!

Knowing that time had to be short, I begged him "I want you to cum baby, I want you to come pleassse" I begged. Suddenly I was tossed on my belly, feeling a perfectly strengthed slap on my ass as he entered into me from behind. He started POUNDING my pussy in this prone-laying position as I started to feel the signs that I might have a third orgasm. "Beg me to cum" he said from behind me.

"Cum for me baby, please cum for me," I begged, "I need you to cum so bad, this fucking has been so good, I absolutely love it" With a few more big thrusts I felt him pulsating as he pushed his cock as far into my pussy as possible and filled his condom up.

There was limited time left by the time we were done. I kissed him and told him how hot I thought everything he did was. With a few minutes I was in the bathroom taking a mirror selfie of my sweaty, just fucked body for my husband. I got dressed, and I went about the rest of the evening waiting for my husband to get home from his work travel. We literally spent ever available minute fucking for the rest of the weekend.