So my husband posted in r/wyoswingers looking specifically for a guy, but we are always open to couples. We were in Green River visiting friends, but found ourselves with a free evening, our kids were going with our friends' kids. Perfect, let's do something naughty! And this is how a wonderful night began to develop.

We had tons of response. Most were unproductive responses from people WAAAY outside our specific age range, or the dozens of obligatory "if you were in Cheyenne/Casper/Gillette/etc..." Like, what is that all about. If we were there, we would post there. I digress. We did meet some great couples and a couple of very polite gentlemen that we would like to play with later when scheduling allows.

One gentleman contacted us. We will use the name he initially gave me, Oliver. Oliver reached out to us and initially talked to my husband J. The conversation went really well so we exchanged kiks. We set up a 3-way group chat and away we went. J finally turned his notifications off because Oliver and I were chatting so much. It finally lead to some juicy sexting and we exchanged a few tasteful naughty photos. J finally got caught up on the messages later that night, and we set up some plans.

Oliver was coming into Pinedale Tuesday night. We were planning on sightseeing up there on Wednesday anyway, so it really worked out. We booked a room (which wasn't easy), and continued communication.

Oliver and I sexted the entire day. Wearing my white shorts was a mistake as I'm sure anyone standing behind me could see that I was dripping. Oliver was great, not too over the top but still racy enough to make me blush periodically. J and I got cleaned up and left Green River at around 5pm. I was nervous and anxious. My hands were super sweaty the whole way. The air conditioner in our car made my nipples show through my dress. J didn't seem to mind.

We met up at a popular bar downtown. Oliver was already there and had a table for us. I sat next to Oliver, my husband sat across from us. I could feel the heat radiating off of this man. He's a little older, well groomed, in shape, and he smelled wonderful. I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly he put me at ease. We talked over a round of drinks. We had some laughs and I flirted with Oliver. Oliver put his hand on my knee and slowly worked up my thigh the whole time. I swear I could feel my pussy dripping. He made my inner kitty pur, to say the least. Oliver made eye contact with J and whispered, "can I feel her?" J nodded. That's when it happened. Oliver touched my pussy under my dress. I had been regretting my decision to not wear panties until this moment. I was gushing...and blushing. The air left the room. J sat there staring at me. Almost completely astonished, a little confused. Oliver had my number and he knew it. He slid one finger inside me, and just held it there for a moment. Then he gently slid his finger in and out of me for a couple of minutes. It was almost unbearabe pleasure. Nobody said a single word. Later, J said that he could hear how wet I was. Oliver pulled his finger out of me slowly. Not giving any consideration for who might be watching, he put his finger to my face suggesting that I taste myself. I. Am. Delicious. J watched with that crooked little smile, then excused himself to the bathroom for a moment.

As soon as J was out of my view, Oliver leaned in and said, "I am going to murder that pussy." I just sat there. Petrified. Oh. My. Gawd. I'm leaving a wet spot at this point and wanted this man to have me right then and there. J returned to the table, only a few minutes later. He had paid our check and we were free to go to the room.

Oliver was on a motorcycle. J opened my door on our car, I jumped in, and Oliver followed us to the hotel. We got to the room, Oliver hung back. I could not wait. My heart raced. J handed me my bag, with a smile, and I made my way to the bathroom.

A faint knock later, and Oliver was in the room talking to J. I fumbled with my lingerie. Crotchless, red, white stockings...can't go wrong. Except I was too nervous to put it on. After I took a deep breath, I managed to calm my nerves. I got dressed, threw on my heels, adjusted my hair, and checked my make up. Fresh lipstick. A girl needs to leave her mark.

I left the bathroom and walked into the room. J was already sitting in the chair, Oliver stood from sitting on the bed. I made my way to him and he met me with his lips on mine. We made out while I fumbled with his belt. "I'm ready daddy" I said. Oliver smiled. I caught J out of the corner of my eye, he was already rubbing his cock through his pants.

Oliver freed the most beautiful penis I have ever seen. Not too long, probably average length. A little bit girth, curved up, with a shape that got thicker at the base, narrowed in the middle and thicker again just below the head. The perfect cock really. I needed it in my throat.

Although very slow and sensual at first, Oliver was very dominant. The reason I love older partners. He knew what he wanted and had no problem taking it. Before I knew it, my eyes were watering and Oliver was fucking my throat. I could hear J talking but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I pulled away to catch my breath and Oliver forced my head into J's cock. I didn't even realize he was standing right there. Oliver held my head, fucking J's cock with my face. It was the beginning of a wonderful night.

Oliver pulled me back over to his cock and thrust it down my throat some more. I was gagging, drooling, tears running down my face...it was bliss. My pussy was dripping on the floor, mixing with my drool. Oliver pulled me up and kissed me deeply. Hubby sat down in the chair and stroked his shining cock. Oliver and I made out as I stroked his cock. He reached down and slid two fingers into me. He began gently pulling upward with every stroke. He then slid a third finger in and my eyes wanted to roll back in my head. He held my throat, tilting my head back as he made a mess of me. I was literally running down my legs wet. Oliver then stepped back and put those three fingers in my mouth, while still holding my throat. I sucked them clean and made eye contact with him. "I'm going to fuck your married pussy" he said as he forced me onto the bed. I heard my husband moan. That turned him on.

I crawled up onto the bed, on all fours, with Oliver grabbing at my hips. He pulled me back with both hands, shoved his cock inside me and then took one hand to push down on my lower back. He pushed hard. I had no choice but to bury my face into the bed. Any semblance of gentleness was gone now. As J would say, he took me to pound town. As he pushed down on my back, I could feel his other hand wrapping up in my hair. Just then, he grabbed my hair and pounded me even harder. Forcing a curve in my back that made me feel like I was being ravaged in yoga class or something. That's when he grabbed my throat. Instant orgasm. That happened quicker than ever before. He fucked me through my orgasm and I began to squirt. I could feel it leaving my body like my soul was in it.

Oliver pulled his cock out of me and stepped back. Hubby was right there. Following Oliver's example, J shoved his cock in my pussy and grabbed my hair. Oliver cheered him on and coached him while he pounded me. They took turns with me like that until I couldn't take any more orgasms. I lost count and collapsed. Oliver told me to move up into the bed and roll over, I complied. I spread my legs and Oliver entered me while he put his weight on my body. Kissing on my neck he whispered, "I'm going to cum in your little hotwife pussy." The cadence changed and he was pounding me but kind of rocking his hips at the same time. I started squirting again, on the verge of another orgasm, when the thrusts got more powerful and he started to grunt a little bit. It was pushing me over the edge. Just then, my body tensed up in orgasm. Oliver fucked me through it and said, "I'm going to cum in your wife, man." To J. J said, "I want you to cum in my wife's pussy." A few seconds later, Oliver's cock was pulsing inside me. I could feel every pulse as he groaned. That deep gutteral groan that we ladies live for.

Oliver and I lied on the bed, both sweating and breathing hard. J grabbed me and pulled me to the edge of the bed by my feet. It was primal. It was beautiful. I was ready for him. My husband's instincts took over his body in this wild biological need to breed me. I cannot describe it but it was the best sex of my life. At some point Oliver left, while my fucked me. He pulled me into the floor of the room and fucked me into the carpet. I could feel Oliver's cum dripping off J's balls, as he sweated and tried to fuck me through the floor. He let out a groan that probably woke half the hotel up and released. It was magical.

This morning, Oliver messaged me and said he was on his way up through Montana. He is not sure if he is going to come back this way, but I hope he does. He thanked me and told me that he would love to cross paths someday again. "Oliver". If you're reading this, you're welcome back any time.