(Follow up to this post from a few weeks ago and this post last week)

Well, it happened. Friday night my wife (43F) was naked with a man other than me for the first time in her life. She absolutely loved every second of it, and she says she never wants to do it again.

First, the details. Results after the second divider.

She was so wracked with nervousness on Thursday that she barely slept and actually messaged the guy Friday morning that she didn't think she could do it. He was supportive either way which helped ease her mind and around noon she said "okay, let's do it." I've never seen her so fidgety. She was so horny all afternoon that she tried to jump me, but I held her off--never easy to do, but it was worth it.

Watching her get ready was surprisingly erotic for me. I was hard pretty much the whole time. She was so nervous her hand was shaking and she had trouble with her makeup. She wore a dress she bought last summer but has only worn once because she's uncomfortable with how much cleavage it shows, with a deep v-neck. She looked sexy. Even if the guy didn't show up we were going to have a memorable night.

The meet was set for 6:30, so we arrived to check into the hotel a little before 6:00. I playfully fingered her over her panties in the car on the way there, just to keep her attention on the horniness more than the nervousness, but couldn't do much--she was getting wet enough to feel it through the panties just from the slightest touch. She begged me to keep going but I smiled and said "Soon."

We got settled into our room and went to the hotel bar at 6:15. To our surprise and delight, he was already there and greeted us (okay, her) with a big smile. Right off the bat she blurted "wow, you're even better looking than your pictures" and he looked right in her eyes and said "So are you" and she turned fire engine red and visibly quivered, I knew it was on.

We'd agreed beforehand that she and I would go to our room first while he hung back in the bar for 15 minutes before joining us. As soon as the door closed behind us I passionately kissed her and asked if she was ready. She said "are you really sure you're okay with this?" I said I definitely am. I had the pleasure of undressing her and she lay down prone on one side of the bed, ready to be massaged.

What followed was incredible, for both of us. He was even better with his hands than we'd dared to hope, and he was really into it (his erection was visible through his shorts the whole time) but still respectful. He gave her a proper massage for a good 20-25 minutes before it began to turn erotic. Sitting nearby on the other side of the bed, I instantly knew when he brushed her pussy with his fingertips the first time: she shuddered and moaned, and he said "Wow, you're really wet." She had a screaming orgasm about 30 seconds later, the first of many.

Things progressed from there until she was on her back and screaming into a pillow as he worked over her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. She was holding my hand with her right hand and began stroking his cock through his shorts with her left. When she started doing that (moaning and thrashing all the while) I suddenly felt like my heart was in my throat and choking me--the thought she's going to let him fuck her struck me at that moment. She had specifically said beforehand that sex was off the table, but I know her, and shew as going to beg for it, I could tell.

And that was before he started eating her out.

Oral is her favorite thing in the world. He hadn't had his tongue in her for 5 seconds before she had her loudest, strongest orgasm yet. It hadn't been 30 seconds before he pulled his mouth back long enough to say "DAMN girl do you squirt," which only made her moan louder. Meanwhile she yanked on my hand and slapped it against her breast. I understood perfectly what she meant by that, and began working over her tits with my hands and mouth while he was licking her clit and she was going crazy.

That's when I heard it: "IwantyouinmeIwantyouinmeIwantyouinme."

I whispered in her ear, "Him, or me?" I didn't even know what I wanted to hear.

"You," she said. I admit, I've never felt more thrilled and more anticlimactic at the same moment as I did just then. But I said to him "Hey, I'm going to fuck her now," and to his credit he pulled his face out from between her legs right away. He then went to work on her tits while I entered her and started fucking her, and after a few minutes started pressing my thumb on her clit while fucking her, which always drives her wild. Along the way she got his cock out and was stroking it like crazy. I came at the same moment as what must have been her 9th or 10th orgasm of the night. It was beautiful.

She finished the handjob and let him cum on her tits before it was all over. All she would manage as the sexual energy drained away was a whispered "Thank you" and she was half asleep before he was dressed. I can't say enough about how unreasonably great he was through the whole experience, concluding with a quick and graceful exit.

It was about 9:00 when he left and we were both asleep within minutes. I woke up around 12:30 and found her awake and sobbing. She didn't want to talk much at that time but she did want to have sex again, which we did then and again sometime later in the wee hours. She actually wanted to fuck again when we got up in the morning but for nearly the first time in my life, I couldn't get up again.

We finally did talk, that next day and several times since. She said it was absolutely the greatest, most thrilling, most beautiful night of her life. She thanked me over and over for "being okay with it." She said she's glad it happened but she doesn't want to do it again. Naturally I was curious why she felt that way. It took a couple days before she finally said, yesterday, "I can't even describe how much I wanted him. I know I said I didn't want it, and I'm glad I didn't do it, but at that moment I didn't care, I just wanted his dick inside me so bad." She's afraid of what it could do for our marriage if she starts having sex with other men and decides she likes it better than sex with me.

So, for now at least, that's the anticlimax to the story. I certainly am not going to pressure her to do anything more if it's not what she wants. I just encouraged her that she can always tell me what she's feeling and I'll always listen with an open mind.

Has anyone else had an experience like this when you were first getting into the lifestyle?