The first time my husband saw me with another man.

After spotting this handsome 30ish guy sitting there alone with a drink in his hand, I walked up to the bar next to him and started talking to him. His name was Frank. After a couple minutes of small talk I told him, “My husband and I are here because he wants to watch me get fucked by another man. Can I interest you in helping me put on a really good show for him?” A big smile came over his good looking face, “I’ll fuck you so good that he will never forget watching us and will wish he could do you half as good. Reach down there and feel the big cock that is about to give you the best fucking you have ever had.” I put my hand between his legs. It was big and really hard. I licked my lips.

My name is Sue. I’m 28, 5’6″ and weigh 118 pounds. I’ve got firm C-cup tits, a trim body, pale skin and shoulder length brown hair. I’ve been married to Jim for almost three years. I was not a virgin when we married. I lost my virginity up at our lake house, to my uncle who was fifteen years older than me, when I was 16. I had been with several boyfriends before getting married to Jim and had enjoyed good sex with each of them, but I had decided that I would be happy to settle down and be the loving wife and be only with my husband after our wedding. Jim is a good husband and very good in bed.

Within months after the wedding, Jim started talking to me in bed about swinging and being with other men and couples. It was usually in a joking tone but sometimes he sounded serious. He liked to play sex games where he pretended to be someone else. Sometimes he would be the plumber who came to fix a leak in the kitchen but wound up fixing my leaking cunt too. Sometimes he was my doctor who inspected my female parts with his male parts. That was quite a tongue depressor. We both enjoyed these games but I was not sure if he was serious about me doing it with another guy or not. Finally, one day I said OK and that is how we got where we were that night. We had rented a room in the hotel and then gone down to the bar. I was about to find out if he would really go thru with it or stop the game before it went to completion.

I took Frank by the arm and led him to our table. “Frank, this is my husband Jim. Jim, this is Frank. He’s going to our room and fuck the shit out of me while you watch.” I wondered if this would be the end of our game, but Jim reached into his pocket and took out the room key. “I’ll follow you.” I put my arm around Frank’s waist and he put his hand on my ass as we walked to the elevator.