Little background - My husband and I have discussed swinging/ sharing me in the past 9 months. Finally happened for the first time on a last minute vacation and couple months ago.

Last week went to a random suburban bar for a couple drinks. Wednesday night, so not a “scene” or anything like that. Somewhat a dive but a fun place. It wasn’t crowded or anything being a Wednesday. We sat at the bar and my husband got into a football discussion with some other guys at the bar and bartender. After a bit I zoned out, but I’m a grown up and I had alcohol and my phone so I was fine. There was a guy to my left. We had some random small talk that was in no way notable and ended quickly.

Probably 10 minutes after small talk ended, I felt a sudden jerking of my left thigh. I glanced to my left but the guy had zero expression on his face but had quite obviously jerked my legs open. To be sadly honest, I was in no way shape or form dressed sexy or slutty. Like I said random suburban Wednesday night. I was wearing a rather shapeless T-shirt dress, though if you want to count that as sexy (live in a warm climate). I glanced at the guy and his face was completely blank despite the fact I knew it was him. I decided to play along while hubby was still engrossed in the football talk.

He’d jerked my legs open and his hand didn’t stop there. He grabbed my thigh hard enough to bruise. Then started trailing his hand up towards my pussy. So I very very rarely wear panties. Something slightly wrong or dirty about this just does it for me and I havent worn them unless forced to by circumstance in the past 7/8 years. This night was no different. His exploring hand quickly discovered this fact. He whispered towards me, what a stupid slut. And that may have been my kryptonite. His fingers found my pussy and made themselves at home. Being on barstools and next to my husband wasn’t easy but spent a few minutes of subtle finger grazing and penetration and slightly degrading things being said in my ear.

I got up and told my husband I was moving to a booth. He glanced over, nodded and kept talking. Stranger on my left followed me. Hubby watched him follow me but said and did nothing. He slid in directly next to me and told me to spread my legs. Told me what kind of married slut goes commando to a bar on a random weeknight with her husband. He told me I was the worst kind of slut. All it did was get me wetter and wetter. He told me I was too dirty for his hand so beer bottles shoved up my cunt we’re all I deserved. He took his beer bottle, not quite empty and pushed it up against my pussy lips and asked me “you going to take it you nasty whore?” I didn’t say anything and he subtly slapped me. So I finally spread my legs wider. He took the bottle and started fucking me with it. My pussy took it so easily he started laughing and mocking me. Only made me wetter. He pulled it out and drank what was left in the bottle and then grabbed it by the neck. Then he put the larger end up against my cunt and started it pushing it in. That was a little harder to take, but I did it.

He went on a tear of telling me how disgusting and dirty I was. I have no idea if he knew how much this turned me on or not. But fuck I was ready to blow him there in the middle of the bar. I came quietly once. I was on the verge of what I knew would be a wet messy orgasm when I stopped. I’m more than a bit of a squirter and we were reaching that point. I looked over at my husband and he was still engrossed in his conversation but I wasn’t sure that he wasn’t paying attention to what was going on over with using the booth.

After stopping the bottle fucking, his hand made its way to my pussy. I couldn’t play pretend, I was wet and open as fuck. Four fingers went in easy. He played around for a bit and then started spreading my mess to my asshole. That didn’t last long until he grabbed my arm and started pulling me to the back. After making eye contact with my hubby and getting no stop signal, I went.

He forced me down to my knees and immediately ground my face into his crotch. We were in the hallway just past the restrooms but still in relatively plain sight. His cock came out and somehow found its way into my mouth. Full disclosure, I’m not a big blowiob girl. I’m decent at it but not high on my list. But this degrading blowjob of a stranger was getting me off. It didn’t last long and he wanted to come on my face, but I convinced him to shoot it on my tits.

So my dilemma… was this cheating? Hubby semi knew what was going on and didn’t stop it. And side note, he’s a big guy, former football player and can definitely “defend my honor” type big. We didn’t discuss it at all but did come home and fucked twice before bed time