We were out to dinner, and I noticed that she kept glancing over at another table. I didn't really give it too much thought until she smiled and waved. I kind of looked over my shoulder and asked her who she was waving to, she said, "that guy sitting at that table over there. He was a friend of mine before we met". Ok, that's cool. A little while later, I her smile and wave, but she winked at this time. I didn't say anything until we were driving home. I said, "do you care to explain that?". She said, "not right now". Ok, I'll wait until I'm at work and I can text her.

On Monday, I was working and so was she. I sent her a text asking if she was ready to explain it now. I'm really not the jealous type, but I'm wondering why my wife was like that towards another man. And I was really hoping to another story.

After asking her if she felt like explaining, she said, "I guess I probably should explain that to you. Once I do, you'll understand why I couldn't talk about it on Saturday. I met that guy back during my single days, through some mutual friends. We were friendly, and I could tell there was some attraction there. One night, I'm out with some friends and I'd had a little bit to drink. I'm sitting at the bar with my friends, and he comes in. I turn my chair around, and put my arms out for a hug. He comes in, and I end up spreading my legs really wide to let him in. When I do, he kind of pulls me towards him. We're pressed against each other, and it's the biggest thing I've ever felt between my legs. I try to be on the conservative side, but all I could think was, "I want that inside of me".

"After a while, we were all leaving and of course he offered me a ride home. We're talking in the driveway, and he leans over and kisses me. I invited him inside, and we moved upstairs. I went into the bathroom and took my clothing off, I left my shirt on (she always does). We got into my bed and got right to it. I laid down and spread my legs for him. When he slid into me, I could feel him stretching me out. I was moaning as it went in. I’m usually pretty involved in bed (she is), but all I could do is lay there and moan. I had my arms up by my head, but every time I started cumming, I would grab the pillow and kind of pull on it”.

"It was the biggest dick I'd ever had, and by far the thickest. I hope that doesn't bother you (it doesn't). I've never been stretched out like that, but it felt so good. When I was cumming, he would slide all the way into me and my pussy would tighten around him. The sounds I made were kind of embarrassing, to be honest. I don't know how many times he made me cum, but eventually I couldn't take it anymore and I told him that he needed to get off if he was going to. He went a little longer, pushed my shirt up, pulled out of me and shot it on my stomach. Feeling his cum dripping on my skin felt so good. He fucked me so good".

I was rock hard reading that, but I had to ask, "did you ever do it again". She said, "I did. We fucked a few more times after that. They were a repeat of the first time: stretch out my pussy, make me cum, cum on my stomach. I won't say they weren't any good, they were. I've never been fucked like that. I was fine with them being repeats, he just knew how to fuck me. I'm sorry if any of this bothers you, but no one has ever fucked me that good. The feeling of him stretching me out as he slid in, the orgasms, and the feeling of him shooting a big load on my stomach is something I haven't forgotten. I don't think about it when we're doing it, but I have thought about it when I'm alone with my toy. It always does the trick".

So much for being the conservative girl, lol.