(This is my first post and first story, so comments would be appreciated. Negative feedback too ... so the next post can be better!)
My husband and I enjoy a great sex life. He is a fit and handsome 46 y.o. I am a fit, hot and busty 32 y.o. In addition to the fantastic time we have with each other, we are occasional swingers (threesomes and couples) and on special occasions I seek out and ride a juicy BBC (or two) for my hubby’s viewing pleasure.
A special part of our personal sex lives is my husband’s story telling. Vanilla sex can turn into jalapeno chocolate sundae surprise when he adds a dose of dirty scenario. I adore the creativity that allows him to turn an everyday event into a slutty submissive fantasy.
For example, a chance conversation about sex with a cab driver turns into a scenario where I am gang-banged on the filthy floor of a cab depot by a horde of cab drivers that call me obscene names in many languages. A simple visit to a pub with strip show, turns into a scene where I strip for the crowd, then kneel down on the piss-soaked floor of the men’s room to face-fuck pub patrons for $20 a throw. A visit from our local priest turns into a story where despite repeated confessions, I cannot curb my lust, so the priest uses my sluttiness to benefit the church (straight to hell for that one!). A magazine article about branding turns into an involved fantasy about enslavement.
(In case you hadn’t noticed, I have a strong submissive streak)
The level of subtlety employed to build believability and tension has me in awe. It also has me exploding with orgasm at the slightest touch. I have turned into a complete porn addict!
The only sad part of this story was my own inability to match his story telling ability. He loves me dearly and says nothing; but I knew he wished I could reciprocate.
My response might be called “cheating”, but I sought out a deputy storyteller (a bit like a ghost-writer) by placing an ad in the on-line adult classifieds. After speaking to two or three guys, (for some reason, no women!) I found Garry. He was easily a match for my husband in creativity. Not only was he happy to convert mundane daily events into raunchy stories, but he coached me in their delivery.
Now it was my husband’s turn to go into a sexual frenzy. Imagine a 46 y.o. firing off 8 to 10 rounds in a 24 hour period! He couldn’t function at work the next day and had to take the afternoon off. We spent the afternoon fucking some more.
I finally ‘fessed up and he was thrilled by my initiative. After a few weeks however, he was beginning to feel that we were “using” Garry. His response was to suggest that I offer Garry a reward for his hard work. Garry could “borrow” me for a weekend and I would do anything, dress any way and act any way that Garry asked.
It turned out that Garry (now in his late 50s) was divorced, and an MBA class reunion was coming up. He had no-one to take, was very down about it and was considering declining. It was agreed that I would attend with him and play the role of his much-younger girlfriend.
My husband was very helpful in giving Garry the full briefing about me (It was like an owner’s manual!) and I was completely wet and aroused by the idea of being “borrowed” for the weekend.
On the Friday in question, I took a commuter flight to Garry’s city and met him at his place of work. I made a point of looking very glamorous and left everyone in the office in no doubt that we were lovers, by kissing him passionately when he came out to meet me.
Having initiated a buzz of gossip at his work we went to drinks followed by a session at a lap-dancing club. This loosened us both up for a wild session of sex back at his apartment. Because it was a special occasion, I spiced the event up with a porn-star type sexual performance; including a couple of stories specially prepared by my husband for this weekend.
We did not stray too far from the bedroom the next day. I spent some time swimming in the condo pool (an excuse to parade in a brief bikini in front of his neighbours) and we went to breakfast at his favourite restaurant in the city (the brief top I was wearing ensured that the Italian waiters will now look at him with new eyes).
We also shopped for clothes (a chance for me to parade semi-naked in front of him) and I flirted with a female shop assistant to the point where she and I were kissing in the change room. Garry really liked that!
We aced the reunion. Fawning eye-candy on his arm, plus a very expensive suit, made him feel much better about himself. My discreet but abundant cleavage was also a hit with his fellow alumni and he walked out of that event a hero.
Over breakfast on the Sunday morning, he expressed his profound gratitude and wondered if he could ask me one more favour. He wanted to invite 5 or 6 of his beer buddies to a private party at a local bar venue and he wanted me to play the role of “hostess with benefits”. My reply was positive of course. Firstly, I had promised to do anything he asked and secondly, the idea of participating in my first gang-bang was very arousing.
The party was also a hit. Held in the back room of a sports bar, the environment was dark, smoky and relaxed. To begin, I wore the briefest possible bikini and greeted every guest with a kiss on the lips and a warm bosomy hug.
Arms around all the boys; Beer and pool eventually turned into tit-sucking and blowjobs. Eventually I just positioned myself in a bent over posture, supported by a small table, while Garry, his six buddies and the negro barman rammed their eager cocks into one or another hole.
The spit-roast party went on for some time till each had expended two or three loads. Not bad for fifty-somethings! (even if it was with the assistance of little blue pills). Party over, Garry took me home for a shower and dropped me off at the airport.
Back in my own home, (even though my pussy and ass were very sore!), I was still horny and welcomed my husband’s repeated fucking as I detailed the weekend to him.
It was agreed all around that Garry would need follow up visits, firstly to maintain the image of an older guy with the younger, hot girlfriend and secondly to reward him for his on-going contribution to our sex life.
I hope you enjoyed my story. The part about my husband’s storytelling and my inability to reciprocate is true. Unfortunately, there is no ghost writer; that is another of my husband’s stories.
We are however interested in recruiting a good storyteller, so if you know of anybody …
My husband and I enjoy a great sex life. He is a fit and handsome 46 y.o. I am a fit, hot and busty 32 y.o. In addition to the fantastic time we have with each other, we are occasional swingers (threesomes and couples) and on special occasions I seek out and ride a juicy BBC (or two) for my hubby’s viewing pleasure.
A special part of our personal sex lives is my husband’s story telling. Vanilla sex can turn into jalapeno chocolate sundae surprise when he adds a dose of dirty scenario. I adore the creativity that allows him to turn an everyday event into a slutty submissive fantasy.
For example, a chance conversation about sex with a cab driver turns into a scenario where I am gang-banged on the filthy floor of a cab depot by a horde of cab drivers that call me obscene names in many languages. A simple visit to a pub with strip show, turns into a scene where I strip for the crowd, then kneel down on the piss-soaked floor of the men’s room to face-fuck pub patrons for $20 a throw. A visit from our local priest turns into a story where despite repeated confessions, I cannot curb my lust, so the priest uses my sluttiness to benefit the church (straight to hell for that one!). A magazine article about branding turns into an involved fantasy about enslavement.
(In case you hadn’t noticed, I have a strong submissive streak)
The level of subtlety employed to build believability and tension has me in awe. It also has me exploding with orgasm at the slightest touch. I have turned into a complete porn addict!
The only sad part of this story was my own inability to match his story telling ability. He loves me dearly and says nothing; but I knew he wished I could reciprocate.
My response might be called “cheating”, but I sought out a deputy storyteller (a bit like a ghost-writer) by placing an ad in the on-line adult classifieds. After speaking to two or three guys, (for some reason, no women!) I found Garry. He was easily a match for my husband in creativity. Not only was he happy to convert mundane daily events into raunchy stories, but he coached me in their delivery.
Now it was my husband’s turn to go into a sexual frenzy. Imagine a 46 y.o. firing off 8 to 10 rounds in a 24 hour period! He couldn’t function at work the next day and had to take the afternoon off. We spent the afternoon fucking some more.
I finally ‘fessed up and he was thrilled by my initiative. After a few weeks however, he was beginning to feel that we were “using” Garry. His response was to suggest that I offer Garry a reward for his hard work. Garry could “borrow” me for a weekend and I would do anything, dress any way and act any way that Garry asked.
It turned out that Garry (now in his late 50s) was divorced, and an MBA class reunion was coming up. He had no-one to take, was very down about it and was considering declining. It was agreed that I would attend with him and play the role of his much-younger girlfriend.
My husband was very helpful in giving Garry the full briefing about me (It was like an owner’s manual!) and I was completely wet and aroused by the idea of being “borrowed” for the weekend.
On the Friday in question, I took a commuter flight to Garry’s city and met him at his place of work. I made a point of looking very glamorous and left everyone in the office in no doubt that we were lovers, by kissing him passionately when he came out to meet me.
Having initiated a buzz of gossip at his work we went to drinks followed by a session at a lap-dancing club. This loosened us both up for a wild session of sex back at his apartment. Because it was a special occasion, I spiced the event up with a porn-star type sexual performance; including a couple of stories specially prepared by my husband for this weekend.
We did not stray too far from the bedroom the next day. I spent some time swimming in the condo pool (an excuse to parade in a brief bikini in front of his neighbours) and we went to breakfast at his favourite restaurant in the city (the brief top I was wearing ensured that the Italian waiters will now look at him with new eyes).
We also shopped for clothes (a chance for me to parade semi-naked in front of him) and I flirted with a female shop assistant to the point where she and I were kissing in the change room. Garry really liked that!
We aced the reunion. Fawning eye-candy on his arm, plus a very expensive suit, made him feel much better about himself. My discreet but abundant cleavage was also a hit with his fellow alumni and he walked out of that event a hero.
Over breakfast on the Sunday morning, he expressed his profound gratitude and wondered if he could ask me one more favour. He wanted to invite 5 or 6 of his beer buddies to a private party at a local bar venue and he wanted me to play the role of “hostess with benefits”. My reply was positive of course. Firstly, I had promised to do anything he asked and secondly, the idea of participating in my first gang-bang was very arousing.
The party was also a hit. Held in the back room of a sports bar, the environment was dark, smoky and relaxed. To begin, I wore the briefest possible bikini and greeted every guest with a kiss on the lips and a warm bosomy hug.
Arms around all the boys; Beer and pool eventually turned into tit-sucking and blowjobs. Eventually I just positioned myself in a bent over posture, supported by a small table, while Garry, his six buddies and the negro barman rammed their eager cocks into one or another hole.
The spit-roast party went on for some time till each had expended two or three loads. Not bad for fifty-somethings! (even if it was with the assistance of little blue pills). Party over, Garry took me home for a shower and dropped me off at the airport.
Back in my own home, (even though my pussy and ass were very sore!), I was still horny and welcomed my husband’s repeated fucking as I detailed the weekend to him.
It was agreed all around that Garry would need follow up visits, firstly to maintain the image of an older guy with the younger, hot girlfriend and secondly to reward him for his on-going contribution to our sex life.
I hope you enjoyed my story. The part about my husband’s storytelling and my inability to reciprocate is true. Unfortunately, there is no ghost writer; that is another of my husband’s stories.
We are however interested in recruiting a good storyteller, so if you know of anybody …
My creative (and other) juices are flowing 
