(3rd TRUE story of our first experiences in the lifestyle. If you haven't seen those already, get caught up on my profile and then come back for more. 😘)

It was hard to start real life again. My husband and I both worked during the week. Everything happened so fast over a wild 2 days, and this week things would be back to normal. However, we were still on the tail-end of that euphoric high over the weekend. Even though we couldn’t do anything fun on Sunday, my husband had other plans for Monday night.

He wasn’t finished and wanted one last loop for this roller coaster. I’d mentioned to him about the fact that in both of trysts, neither one had cum inside me and neither has my husband. I understood that there would be some warming up and nerves to taking these first few leaps, but it was something I felt like I was missing and needed desperately. Thankfully, it seemed my husband was of the same mind.

As we laid in bed trying to sleep on Sunday night again my husband was insatiable. We had sex again for the 12th time in the past week and even as we tried sleeping he wouldn’t leave me alone. Finally he said, “I want to do it one more time before things settle back down to ‘normal.’ I know we have to return to our jobs and normal lives, but I want to do one more thing to you.”

“Oh ya? What’s that?” I teased.

“I want to creampie you with another guy,” he admitted, “That sounds so hot! I want you to find one more guy that we can meet tomorrow night again, late.” After not putting up much of a fight, I relented and opened up my search again for another man for Monday night. Both on Saturday and Monday we’d reached back out to Mike (the man from our first night), but he was busy installing kitchen stove somewhere. That’s why his hands are so rough I thought to myself. With Mike being unavailable we looked for another new match. Again there were all variety of men who were reaching out to me. It almost began to feel overwhelming, but deep down I loved the attention. We found another muscular man, this one with a bald head. He had some photos of him clubbing in a suit somewhere, so my husband and I dubbed him ‘Mr. World Wide.” I sent him some messages and went to sleep, waiting to see his response in the morning.

I woke up to pleasant messages about his high interest and availability. Another important detail was that he had to be able to host and he was fortunately much closer to home. My husband and I teased each other all day through texts. Salacious and flirtatious texts. We hadn’t communicated like this to this extent since before our marriage. We’ve always had a pretty good sex life. He was happy to use toys, give or receive oral, and we typically incorporated multiple positions whenever we had sex. Dirty talk was something both of us were admittedly not very good at. Well, come to find we just didn’t really want to say the nasty things each other wanted to hear. I was always nervous about it myself, but found myself extremely comfortable and turned on when texting my husband. I also began to enjoy doing the same with the other men from the app. Sometimes I even had to ask my husband for help in what to say. He was always eager to encourage me to send the right message.

That evening again was like the days before. My husband and I kept exchanging glances while making dinner or sitting around the house. We were both excitedly looking forward to that night. We’d left our primary vehicle outside this time to make it easier to sneak off in a heated car. I was nervous again, just like the first night. Traveling to a stranger’s house so he can fuck me with my husband? It’s still a feeling I’m not entirely familiar with, but we’re getting there.

When we arrive there is a little funny situation where we’re unsure if we were to meet him on the side of the house or at the front door. Meanwhile, he’d messaged me asking us to give him a couple minutes. My husband and I had parked down the street a little and we were outside in the dark standing in front of a stranger’s house. There was another couple loudly playing and talking across the street as they walked to their car. My husband and I were about to walk back to our car to wait when we heard the front door open. Alexi came running out to greet us. He was a little shorter than what I typically preferred, but he was attractive and very fit. He shook our hands and led us inside.

He lived in a house with apparently another open couple who lived upstairs. He escorted us down to his space in the renovated basement. He had the T.V. playing, the lights dimmed, and a couple bottles of water on the ottoman. He graciously welcomed us into his space and was trying to help us feel relaxed. My husband and I were still very new to this and not quite sure if we have our cadence down quite yet. Alexi began making small talk, I honestly can’t even remember the topic of conversation he was trying to start. My husband and I kept exchanging knowing glances of, “Let’s get to it.”

Eventually my husband interjected, “We typically move a little fast if that’s alright with you. Babe, why don’t you go and start kissing him.” As I got up from next to my husband and sat next to Alexi he responded to my husband’s direction, “You guys are amazing!” I began kissing Alexi while my husband pulled down his pants and briefs, sitting down on the couch. After kissing Alexi for a few moments he took off his clothes revealing his abs and fairly large dick. “All the men we’ve been with have had fat cocks,” I thought to myself. As I got down on my knees both Alexi and my husband stood above me shaking their dicks in their hands, wanting me to take it from them. I felt so wet, I moaned as I sucked on Alexi and grabbed my husbands dick. Switching back and forth, hand and then mouth.

Alexi went over to the couch and sat down and said, here, come here. My husband sat next to him and again I took turns blowing them both. Eventually, Alexi laid down on the floor propping himself up asking me to come sit on him. While I rode him my husband came and put his dick in my mouth. I felt so fucking good. Alexi sat back on the floor as my husband came to fuck me doggy from behind. This time he better cum inside me. It didn’t take long as I was being fucked by my husband, sucking Alexis dick, that my husband throbbed inside of me. I was so turned on and satisfied that I paused for a moment. My husband stood up and I began sucking his cum off him. Alexi whispered in my ear as he began to fuck me from behind, “I’ve been holding myself all day for this.” My husband sat back on the couch while Alexi rammed me. I gave my husband a deep, seductive stare. My husband groaned and leaned his head back again, his cock was getting hard again. A few more thrusts and Alexi came inside me too. This was just what I wanted, both men to cum inside.

Alexi offered for me to cleanup in his bathroom, which I gratefully accepted. Half in a daze from the time of night and what had just happened, I took a few minutes gathering myself. My husband was waiting for me in the living room and he and Alexi were catching up after the fact. “Thanks for having us over,” I said, “we had a great time.” Alexi replied, “Of course, anytime! This was great.” As my husband and I walked to our car again we felt the electricity in our fingers while holding hands. “Thanks for indulging me one last time,” my husband said, “that was just what I wanted.”

“Me too,” I thought, “me too.”