My husband read a few of my stories that he'd missed. He reread some older ones too. He came across one that got his attention. I was glad because I was starting to wonder if he was doubted having a wife with a suped up sex drive was really worth it. But he seems fine now and really liked one of my old stories from college. He ended up asking me to tell him another one.

I had to think a for a while. Which one would work best? I decided to tell him one about the guy I fucked a lot, but never dated. When I told my husband that I had one picked out and told him enough to tease him, he got really excited. I told him I couldn't wait for him to fuck me while I told him the rest. He told me he wasn't going to fuck me. He wanted me to jack him off while I told him.

I hid my disappointment well. As always, I'm horny as hell. I was already looking forward to taking his dick, maybe asking him to do what that athlete did to me in his dorm room. I guess that wasn't going to happen.

Just last night, we had our chance. I'll write the story as close to the way I told it to him, and try to remember exactly what my husband asked, and when.

I'd called ahead. He was one of the few people I knew who didn't have a cell phone yet. His room had a phone. I told him I was coming over.

"Did he know you were coming?"

I told him when I saw him at the bar I'd go see him in his room soon. He knew why.

"Did he?"

Oh yeah. He knew. I made sure he knew.

"What'd you tell him?"

I didn't tell him anything. Well, I told him I was coming over. I leaned in close to tell him. The music was loud, but I got closer than I needed to. I made eye contact as I leaned back away from him. He knew.

[There was an odd silent stretch as I tried to figure out how to jump ahead a few days to when I actually was going up to this guy's room. I poured some lube on my husband's dick to buy myself some extra time. Finally, I said started again.]

I was a young stupid girl. I told him that I was going to wear the same heels I'd worn to the club. I was pissed when they kept me from being able to dance with him as much as I'd wanted. He'd rubbed really high on the inside of my leg a couple times while we were dancing. I wanted to keep going. I was thinking about leaving with him and not even telling my friends.

"You were getting that worked up on the dance floor?"

Oh yeah. My friends would have guessed what happened. They saw me backing my butt up to him and swirling my hips on him. Grinding on him, I guess. I was still figuring out all of that!

"Did he help you?"

What?

"Did he help you figure things out?"

Hahaha! Yes. Yes he did.

"How?"

His hand kept coming up the inside of my thigh. He'd pull pull it back at the very top to let it rest on my hip. He started working it down the outside some. Then backwards a little. He was trying to figure things out too. I let him move his hand back. Then back some more. He'd go back to the front, pulling it up over the inside of my leg again, getting it closer to my ass everytime.

"Did you like that?"

Hell yes I liked it. I don't think it was on purpose, but one time his finger lightly brushed my lips.

"Haha!"

Yes, those.

"Did you that too?"

Yes. What do you think? I think that's when I decided to sleep with him.

"Really?"

Yeah. My skirt was short and thin. My panties were thin too. Probably thinner. I'd only slept with two other people back then. That was one of the first times I'd ever been led on like that.

"Led on?"

Teased, I guess.

"But it wasn't on purpose?"

I don't think so. But it didn't matter. Until my legs and feet started hurting.

"Did you stop?"

I had too. But we sat and talked for a while. Well, yelled over the music for while, really.

"What you'd talk about?"

Nothing. Well, nothing that really remember. Not anything that would be interesting to you right now!

"Try me."

No, really. It was hard to talk it was so loud. I remember that more than anything. But I'll tell you that this guy was hot. His sport kept him in shape. I was so pissed that I just couldn't get out on the floor with him anymore. thought about it after a few minutes and some more drinks, but even as drunk as I was getting I knew it'd be a bad idea. I was afraid I'd fall down or something.

But what REALLY made me think about it was when he danced with another girl.

"OHHH...did she come ask him right there in your face?"

No. After a little bit, he went back over to talk to his friends for a second. That's when she caught him. Bitch.

"Were you mad?"

I was pissed.

"REALLY? YOU?"

Yes.

"That's not really like you."

Well, I was young and horny and this guy was fucking hot. I could feel his dick through my skirt AND his pants when were dancing. It was impressive. At least at the time! Haha!

"You've had bigger since I guess?"

Yes I have.

"I'm not fishing for a compliment."

That's probably good. You weren't going to get one.

"Wait. What?"

This guy was bigger than you. At least, that's what I remember. I'm sorry! That make you mad?

"No. I promise. Haha!"

He really was big. Or maybe I just remember that way. I could tell he could feel my ass with it pretty good too. He kept trying to keep it near my crack! Haha!

[My husband is getting pretty turned on at this point. His dick was getting really hard in my hands. I was catching fire too. His breathing and longer silences gave him away. I hid my condition better!]

Anyway, I eventually walked over to his table. He'd danced with that girl. For TWO FUCKING SONGS. Bitch. Then my friends said they wanted to get out of the noise and go to a bar a couple of blocks over. They could tell I was thinking about staying, but they didn't let me.

I thought about that guy all week. I called him a few days later and told him I was coming over. Like I told him I would. I joked with him that I'd be in the same heels that made me have to stop dancing with him. He didn't laugh, but I'm glad I did.

"Why?"

Well, because it made it so he could hear me coming down the hall in the dorms. They have one of those fake marble floors and those heels made a LOT of noise on them. He opened the door as soon as I walked up to it.

"Then what?"

[I hesitated. I had to figure out for a second time how to continue the story.]

"What happened?"

He made some comment about how he could hear me coming all the way down the hall. I apologized as I looked around his room. His roommate wasn't there.

"Oh."

Yeah. Yeah. So.

"So, you fucked him?"

Well, yes! But not right away. I uh. I. Well, I closed the door and dropped to my knees.

"You sucked him at the door?"

It was shut, but yeah.

"Oh.......oh fuck. That's hot...so hot. Keep going."

That floor was hard.

"I bet his dick was too!"

Yes. Dammit. Yes, but let me tell the story.

"Ok...keep going."

He was hard. He had on those polyester 90s shorts that athletes wore. Basketball shorts, I guess.

"Is that what he played?"

No, but it was those type of shorts. I didn't pay much attention to them. I had them down to his knees and that was the last I touch them. I had my hands on his hips and bare ass cheeks under his shirt. I didn't know what I as doing. That shirt kept getting in the way. I didn't use my hands much, except to grab his ass.

"You didn't play with his balls? Stroke him?"

I think I stroked him a little, but I wasn't good at sucking dick back then.

"You are now.' [A soft quick moan and a really deep, long breath. Both from him, but my pussy was on fire too. I needed a release.]

My knees started hurting on that floor. I wasn't going to admit this time, but I wasn't not going to fuck this guy. This was my chance. That bitch at the club wouldn't even know.

"Was that good thing?"

Not really, no!

"You wanted her know."

Dammit, yeah, I guess. Fuck. I'm going to cum just telling this story!

"Good memories then? He fucked you good?"

Yes. Yes, he fucked me really good.

"How? Tell me."

Take care of yourself and I will.

"What?"

Finish yourself off while I tell you the story.

"Uh. OK, but..." [I'd already taken my hand off his dick. He stopped talking when he saw me shove it under the covers. When I took my first long soft breath, he knew how this was going to wrap up.]

"Ok, just keep going."

OK. OK. [I was already breathing hard from just a couple flicks of my fingers. God, I loved thinking about that guy fucking me again.]

"Hey now, keep going. Don't hang me out to dry."

OK. OK! I got up and walked over to the window. I started to take off my shirt. I realized peopel might be able to see me through it. I turned the blinds shut and then pulled my pants down. I stepped over to the end of the bed and bent over. My ass in the air.

"You put it up there for him?"

Yes.

"You wanted him to take it?"

Yes. [I'm barely getting the yeses out because I'd started to breathe so heavily. I was rubbing my clit hard.]

"Did he? Did he take it?"

Yes! Yes. Yes, he...he did. He took it.

"He fucked you?"

Yes. He fucked me. He walked right up behind me and put it in me. He fucked me. Yes.

[My husband grunts. I'm not paying attention to him.]

I left it up there for him. He knew why I was there. He fuuuuuuuuUUUUCKKKEEEDDDD MMMEEEEE! OHHHHHH GOOOODDDDD! [I was cumming. Hard. All I could think of was his balls hitting my ass as he pounded me. He squeezed my hips hard and pulled me back on himself even harder. The sound! I remember the slapping noises. I remember him groaning, more and more. I remember me sometimes not being able to help yelping every so often when got really deep. I remember being afraid someone would hear us. I wasn't wrong. When I went back for another round of cock from this, then, muscular young man, we heard some people down the hall going at it as we walked by their door. The hard floors made everything echo. I remember being timid and worried, right in the middle of getting hammered from behind, in a way I'm not anymore. I didn't cum in the dorm room that night. I was too anxious about the noise. But my fuckbuddy filled me up. When he came, he came a lot. I stood up, not remembering to think about what would happen to all of it. It went all over one my legs and his floor. Looking down, I did notice that I'd left the heels on while he fucked me. My pants were bunched up around the ankle on the leg that was spared. I felt so bad that I cleaned it up when brought back paper towels. I wish I were kidding, but I'm not! Paper towels! That's college, I guess.]

"Uh, I'm going to need some help getting cleaned up and I can't move." [My husband had a warm mess of his own making on his stomach. I ended up cleaning up that mess too. That's marriage, I guess. Some things never change.]

I'm glad my husband asked me to remember some of the good times I had before we were married. I enjoyned getting an orgasm out that experience, even if I had to wait a while. And had to do it myself! I'll probably relive that memory again soon. I think I'll wait until I'm by myself. Even though I didn't cum, I got the shit fucked out of me that day. And it felt too good for there to be a walk of shame when I left about an hour later.