Home Alone Liz

If you’ve followed my blog for a while you probably know that I’ve had fantasies about one of my neighbors, Mark. I’ve concocted in my mind all sorts of scenarios where I seduce him or he seduces me and we spend hours in bed together exploring each other’s bodies. For various reasons, though, not the least of which is that he is married to a very nice woman, I have never gone further than fantasizing about him.

In any event, spring had finally come and I was out in the yard doing some clean up when Mark and his wife, Jen, walked by. We were chit chatting about all of the usual things - how nice it was that the weather had finally turned warm, how beautiful the flowers looked, what a good mood it put us in, etc. - when Jen asked where my husband was. I told her that he had just left on one of his trips to Europe and that I was on my own for the next couple of weeks.

“You poor girl,” she said, “how lonely that must be. Listen, Mark is taking our kids to visit his parents this weekend. Why don’t you come over on Saturday and we can have a girl’s night?”

As much as I was disappointed that Mark wouldn’t be there, I was also thankful for the invitation as I really like Jen and I do get lonely when my husband is away.

“I’d love to,” I said.

When Saturday came, I dressed in a sleeveless pink dress and Jack Rogers sandals, grabbed a bottle of white wine and walked across the street. Jen greeted me cheerfully with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You look beautiful,” she said. “That dress looks great on you.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “You look beautiful as well. I don’t know how you can keep that figure of yours.” Jen is about 10 years younger than me and tall, blonde, and pretty in an all-American, girl next door sort of way. She was dressed in a short navy skirt and a low cut red silk blouse. It was an outfit that accentuated her long legs, small waist and shapely breasts. Indeed, I was envious of her in more ways than one.

“Good genes and a fair amount of time at the gym is the answer, but let’s not worry about our figures tonight. Thanks for the wine, but if it’s ok with you, I made a pitcher of Jen’s Famously Strong Margaritas. I created the recipe back in college. I’d like to say that there are lots of secret ingredients, but the main secret is lots of tequila,” she laughed. “In any event, they’re guaranteed to make your troubles go away.”

“Sounds like we have a fun evening ahead of us,” I chuckled. .

“Cheers,” she said as she handed me a margarita, “I am so glad that you could come tonight. It’s so much more fun drinking with somebody than alone.”

“Thanks so much for having me over,” I said, “and I agree. If it weren’t for you, I’d be sitting home alone drinking wine and feeling sorry for myself.”

We sat next to each on the sofa, our legs tucked under us. The margaritas were indeed strong and by the second one I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy. Jen was the perfect hostess, always keeping my glass filled and making me feel totally at home.

As usual, Jen was funny, friendly, and engaging. Our conversation ranged the gamut from neighborhood gossip to the current political situation to the NCAA basketball tournament, where both of our colleges were in the Sweet 16. I guess because of my added years she’s always looked up to me as sort of a mentor, and tonight she peppered me with questions about everything under the sun - children, gardening, cooking, vacation destinations, etc. She seemed genuinely thankful for my advice, frequently reaching over to touch me as if to accentuate how thankful she was. I, on the other hand, was really enjoying Jen’s company, not to mention the attention and flattery.

We had finished the pitcher of margaritas and were well into the bottle of wine I had brought when Jen’s questions took a turn and totally threw me for a loop.

“Liz, I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but I’m drunk and curious. If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine, but do you and your husband have a good sex life?”

Well this is getting interesting, I thought. I was drunk, too, so I answered and with more information than I normally would have. “We do,” I said, “when he’s at home, but unfortunately he travels all the time, so let’s just say that I’m forced to take matters into my own hands more often than not.”

“But you’re still attracted to him?”

“I don’t know if attracted is necessarily the right word, but we love each other very much and yes, at least when he’s home I think our sex life is as good as it’s ever been and when he’s not, well, I have a very good imagination. How about you and Mark?” Two can play this game, I thought, and anyway, Mark’s sex life was of huge interest to me.

“I have a good imagination as well, and it’s a good thing I do because...I mean...well...oh damn, I don’t know...for some reason I’m not attracted to Mark any more. I just can’t get into sex with him, so our sex life has become virtually nonexistent. I know he’s frustrated, and I know it’s my fault. I just don’t know what to do about it. C’est la vie I guess,” she sighed. “I do, though, have quite an extensive collection of toys, and I’m pretty good at taking care of myself, even if I’m not so good at taking care of my husband,” she laughed.

Now that is a really interesting piece of information, the devil on my shoulder was whispering in my ear. Mark, the object my fantasies, is not getting any sex from his wife. Lock that away and think about what you might be able to do with it in the future.

My thoughts were interrupted by her asking, “So what do you think about when you are taking matters into your own hands?”

Wow! Those margaritas really must have been strong! This was definitely not a conversation I was used to having! Sex is almost always top of mind for me, but it’s not something I ever talk about with others. With that said, if Jen wanted to talk about it, then I was more than game.

“Well, sometimes I imagine I am making love to a particular man - never my husband - and sometimes I imagine I’m fulfilling one of my fantasies.”

“Do tell! Anybody I know?”

Even in my drunken state, I wasn’t about to tell her how many times I had fucked Mark in my imagination, so I said, “I don’t think so. Lately it’s been a guy at the gym who really turns me on,” which was not at all a lie.

“And what are your fantasies?”

“This is embarrassing,” I said, although I was enjoying the conversation and even beginning to get a little turned on. “I’ll tell you mine if you’ll tell me yours.”

“Deal,” she said. “You first.”

I took a deep breath. “Ok. Here goes. I have lots of them, but there are two that are at the top of the list. The first is a threesome with two men.”

“Mmmm...that’s a big turn on for me as well. I love the idea of being the center of attention - so to speak! And what’s the second?”

I paused. This really was embarrassing, but, since I was feeling no pain, I plunged ahead.

“Don’t laugh, but the second is to be with another woman. I highly doubt that either will ever happen, though.”

Jen smiled and hesitated, as if thinking. When she finally spoke, I wasn’t prepared for what she said. “Would it surprise you if I told you I was bi?”

I was stunned. First off, I never in a million years would have guessed that about Jen, but secondly why was she telling me this?

“I haven’t been with a woman since I married Mark, but before that I was definitely equal opportunity. Frankly, I miss it. Especially lately...”

The room had gone silent for me. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding.

Jen reached over and took my hands in hers. “Have you ever kissed another woman?”

I couldn’t speak. I shook my head.

“Would you like to?”

I noddded.

Jen leaned in and softly kissed me. Nothing else touched between us except our lips. Oh my God! Her soft lips felt so good on mine, so different from the men I had kissed. She kissed me again. I felt her tongue against my lips, gently probing. I opened my mouth to accept it and the kiss became deeper, more intense, our tongues dancing with each other. I felt Jen’s arms on my back, her hands on my neck, in my hair, pulling me closer. My passion was building, and it was pretty clear that Jen’s was as well.

After a few minutes, she pulled back. “Are you okay?” she softly asked.

“Actually, I think I’m more than okay,” I smiled shyly. “I’m really liking this.”

“Would you like to do more?”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Oh yes,” I exhaled.

“Then let’s go upstairs to my bedroom.”

Jen stood up, took my hand, and led me up the stairs. I followed as if in a trance. When we got to her bedroom, she closed the door behind us. I was frozen in anticipation and excitement, not knowing what to do next but knowing I very much wanted it to happen. Jen must have sensed my nervousness. She gently kissed me again on the lips, then my neck, then my ears. I had goose bumps all over. “Just relax and leave it to me,” she whispered in my ear, “I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”

I stood there numbly, reveling in the electricity coursing through my body. Jen continued to gently kiss my neck and ears as she lightly, ever so lightly, traced her fingers over my back, my arms, my neck, and finally my breasts. My breathing was getting ragged. I felt her unzip my dress and then her fingers were on my bare back gently rubbing. Caressing. I felt her unhook my bra. More light kisses all over. More gentle caresses. I was on fire. And then in one motion she slipped my dress and bra off my shoulders and pushed them to the floor.

She stepped back to look. “I’ve always loved your tits,” she murmured as she now devoted herself to them, gently stroking them, tracing her fingers around them. My nipples were rock hard as she teased them, squeezed them, and finally taking them into her mouth, sucked on them, playing with them with her lips and her tongue. I could hardly breathe. I was tingling all over. Her hands continued to play with my breasts as she slowly kissed her way across my stomach and then knelt.

My panties were soaking wet by this time, but I was too turned on to care. Jen continued to tease me, kissing up and down my inner thighs while lightly tracing the outline of my pussy lips with her fingertips. She kissed my pussy, making me shiver as she caressed my lips through the material. I was lightly gyrating and gasping and moaning when she finally pulled my panties down and softly brushed her lips against my pussy. Jesus!

“Just beautiful,” she sighed.

And then she stood.

“Don’t stop!” I wanted to scream, but Jen clearly had a plan and continued to take charge.

“I think we should move this to the bed,” she said, “but I’m feeling a little overdressed, so first I want you to undress me.” Seriously?!?! This beautiful, younger woman was telling me to undress her?!?!

She took my hands and guided them to the top button of her blouse. I undid it. And then I undid the second. And the third. And then her blouse was hanging loosely, giving me a peak of her red bra underneath.

“Go ahead. Take it off.” I followed her orders, slipping the blouse off of her and dropping it to the floor. I now had a view of her breasts overflowing from the demi-cup bra.

“Now take off my bra.” It was like I was having an out of body experience, blindly following orders from this suddenly dominant woman. Like a robot, I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, removed it, and dropped it on top of her blouse on the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her breasts and the pink nipples which crowned them.

“Touch them,” she instructed. She took my hands and put one on each breast. I cupped her breasts in my hands and felt their weight. I ran my fingertips over them, circling each of her nipples. I delighted as they became erect and I heard her moan in pleasure.

Jen removed my hands. “That’s enough. Now take off my skirt,” she commanded. Who was I to argue? I unzipped her skirt, knelt and pulled it down. I was now face to face with her pussy, covered only by a sheer red thong. I could see her lips and that she was shaved through the material. “Go ahead. Finish the job,” Jen ordered. And I did, pulling her thong to the ground.

This was the first time I had ever been so close to another woman’s pussy and I stared, mesmerized. Before I could do anything else, though, Jen said, “Come here,” and she lifted me up and led me to the bed. I lay down and Jen knelt on top of me, straddling my waist and giving me an unobstructed view of her tits.

“Still okay?” she asked.

“Oh yes.”

“Well you’re about to be even better,” she said, and with that, Jen resumed her achingly slow ministrations. She leaned over, her breasts pressing into mine and kissed me deeply, our tongues plunging into each other’s mouths. She then moved to my ears, my neck, and finally my breasts. I was writhing around on the bed, never having experienced such pleasure. After patiently devoting herself to my tits she moved south, kissing my stomach, my navel, and at last her mouth was where I wanted it - no, needed it.

I needed it desperately, but Jen wasn’t ready to give it to me. She continued to tease me, lightly kissing me up and down both sides of my mound, up and down my inner thighs - everywhere but where I most wanted it. I was gyrating, thrusting, and whimpering, my hands grasping at the sheets.

And then, finally, finally... At the first touch of her tongue on my pussy, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I gasped as I felt it gently probing my lips. Now her tongue was inside me, tasting my wetness, running up and down the length of my slit, but still conscientiously avoiding my clit. I was in ecstasy. I was in agony.

“Please,” I begged, “Jen, please...”

Jen looked up at me and smiled. “What do you want, Liz?”

“My clit...Please.” It was all I could do to get the words out.

“All you had to do was ask, Liz,” and she proceeded to minister to my clit, circling it with her tongue, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it, flicking her tongue back and forth on it. At the same time, she inserted a finger into my pussy and began to fuck me with it.

I had been so close to cumming for so long that that was all it took. I held Jen’s head as I ground my pussy into her face. My head went back and my eyes clenched shut as waves and waves of pleasure shot through my body. I had never known anything could feel so good as this orgasm. I came and came for I don't know how long, clenching my pussy hard around the finger thrusting inside me, pushing hard against the tongue still running over my clit, letting out gasps and moans until finally I couldn’t take any more and pushed Jen’s head away.

She climbed back up to me and gently kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips.

“Still okay?”, she smiled.

“Oh my god! That was the most intense orgasm of my life!”

“I told you so.”

We lay there for awhile, cuddling, kissing and exploring each other when she took my hand and guided it to her pussy. “Feel how wet you’ve made me.” My finger penetrated her lips and entered her sodden pussy. What a turn on to know that I was having this effect on her! I began to probe her pussy with my finger.

“No. That’s not what I want right now. What I want is for you to take your finger out of me and suck on it.”

I complied. It felt so erotic sucking on my finger and tasting my pretty neighbor’s sex.

“Do you like the way I taste?”

“Mmmm...” was all I could say.

“Good, because now I want you to go down on me,” she commanded.

Until then I had been the recipient and beneficiary of Jen’s talented fingers and tongue, but now the roles were reversed. “I want to. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel, but I’ve never done this before. I’m worried that I’m going to disappoint you.”

“Sweetheart, don’t worry. Something tells me you’re going to be a natural.”

And with that, I tried to imitate what she had just done to me. Her moans and the gyrating and twisting of her body told me I was doing something right.

Emboldened, I finally reached my goal, licking up and down her slit, tasting her. My tongue found her clit and began to play with it. “Put a finger inside me,” she ordered. “That’s right. Fuck me with your finger, Liz. Harder! Harder!”

Jen held my head in place against her bucking hips and cried out, “Just like that, Liz! Right there! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” And then, “Oh God! I’m cummmming,”

Afterwards we cuddled and kissed some more, and Jen asked me if I wanted to spend the night. Sleeping with her was absolutely exquisite, being held, feeling the softness of her skin against mine, her soft breaths on my neck, her breasts pressed against my back...

I woke up with the sun streaming through the window and the wonderful sensation of Jen lightly kissing the back of my neck. “Mmmm that feels delicious,” I said sleepily as I rolled over to kiss her.

“Well I know something else that feels delicious, and it tastes delicious as well. And speaking from long ago experience, there’s no better way to start the day,” she laughed. And with that, Jen pushed me onto my back and proceeded to go down on me again.

I was no longer drunk, so everything was clearer and more real, and Jesus did it feel good. This was not at all like my husband or Patrick. It was softer, more subtle, and infinitely more pleasurable. I wanted it to last, but in no time at all I felt my body convulsing and ecstasy overtaking me.

Still naked, Jen went downstairs, fixed coffee, and brought it back up. We lay in bed drinking our coffee and talking. “I hope you don’t feel like I took advantage of you last night,” she said, “I was drunk and horny and, well, when you told me that you fantasized about being with another woman, I just decided to go for it.”

“Last night, no. This morning, however,” I laughed. “Seriously, though, you just gave me the best sexual experience of my life. I can’t tell you happy I am!”

“Well I’m happy, too, and since Mark and the kids won’t be back until late this afternoon, why don’t we spend the morning in bed together. There are a few other things I’d like to do with you.”

- - - - -

This happened a few months ago and since then Jen and I have had regular play dates while our husbands are at work and her children at school. She has definitely broadened my sexual horizons and brought me pleasure in ways I never could have imagined.

I didn’t think anyone out there could have the one track mind towards sex that I do, but in Jen I’ve met my match. We’ve become soul mates, and I’ve shared my deepest secrets with her, including my fantasies about Mark and the fact that I’ve been fucking Patrick with my husband’s full knowledge. She, in turn, has shared some revealing things about her marriage and about a secret life, one I never would have imagined my pretty suburban neighbor having.

Last night was one to remember!

Patrick and I met for dinner at his hotel, a Ritz Carlton which is not too far from our house. Although dinner was lovely and we were really enjoying each other’s company, we both knew why we were there. We skipped dessert and went upstairs to his room.

I was so horny! After a couple of minutes of passionate kissing, I couldn’t take it anymore. I freed Patrick’s hard cock, pulled down my panties, hiked up my dress, and bent over the desk. “Fuck me hard,” I demanded. Patrick was happy to accommodate my lust.

Falling asleep in Patrick’s arms was exquisite. Even more exquisite was being woken up by him gently nuzzling my neck and lightly caressing my breasts. The missionary style sex that ensued was slow and tender and wonderful.

I’ve already spoken with my husband, who was relentless in asking for more details and almost breathless in his excitement. I am confident that when he comes home this weekend he will be desperate to fuck me.

Procrastination really does pay! I’ve been stewing about what to do about tomorrow night - spend it with my husband, with Patrick, or with both?

Lo and behold, my husband just called to say that something had just come up with one of his clients and that he was going to need to be on a plane to Europe tomorrow night. He couldn’t have been more penitent and apologetic. I pretended to be devastated and rubbed it in about how much I’d been looking forward to it.

I plan on waiting until tomorrow to tell him that I just heard from Patrick about his last minute trip to town (a little white lie) and, that as sorry as I am not to be having a nice romantic evening with my husband, Patrick will be happy to keep me company.

My husband and I have been planning on going out for a nice romantic dinner on Valentines, but last night I got a message from Patrick that he’s going to be in town that night.

This is a dilemma. On the one hand, I love my husband and Valentines seems like one of those special occasions that are inviolable. On the other hand...well, let’s just say I have been missing Patrick’s cock.

One potential solution, assuming Patrick agrees, is that my husband might finally get his wish to watch me fuck another man. However, I am really nervous about this for all sorts of reasons, not the least of which is that I’m worried how my husband will react when he actually sees another man’s cock in my pussy as opposed to just fantasizing about it.

Today is my first day home alone in a few weeks. As much as I love having everyone home, it’s a real joy when they all leave. Believe me, after the holidays I am truly ready for some me time!

It’s been an eventful year. At this time last year, my New Year’s resolution was to fuck another man. While I can’t say the same about all of my resolutions, I am happy to say that I accomplished this one with flying colors.

Since I first met Patrick, he has become a steady fuck buddy. The two of us have loved our time together. He is a funny and kind man and an amazing lover. He has brought me to levels of pleasure I had never experienced before. He’s even kinkier than me, which is truly hard to believe, and we’ve done some things sexually I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined doing.

I’ve also loved what my affair with Patrick has done to my relationship with my husband. While we have always had a good relationship, since I started fucking Patrick he seems more attentive and in tune to my needs. Our sex life has also ratcheted up a notch. From time to time, I’ve felt guilty and at one point even asked him if he wanted to take a lover as well, but he said that he has no interest. The only thing he wants to change is that he desperately wants to watch me getting fucked.

So… it’s a new year with hopefully lots of new and fun adventures ahead. Patrick and I have discussed letting my husband watch or perhaps even participate in some way. A threesome with two men is high on my list, and I know my husband would be a willing participant. I also fantasize about making my husband suck Patrick’s cock until it is hard and then making him put it in my pussy. Resistant at first, Patrick may be coming around to the idea. I haven’t told my husband what I’m thinking.

We’ve also discussed adding another woman to the mix. I’ve never been with a woman, but it’s one of my fantasies. I also have to say that I’m excited by the idea of watching Patrick with another woman. Needless to say, Patrick likes this idea as well.

Lastly, since Patrick only comes to town every few weeks, I’ve thought about potentially taking another lover. Patrick is supportive of the idea and, judging by how turned on my husband is every time I fuck Patrick, I’m assuming he will be too. I’ve identified one particular man, a neighbor, but haven’t fully decided yet whether to move forward as he is married and, even if I do, am not totally certain how I can make it happen.

A little while ago I posted a recap of my second time with Patrick. It was also the the first time my husband knew in advance what I was about to do. This was an amazing experience for all three of us. I wrote it while my husband and kids were watching football, and I got so turned on by the memories that I had to disappear to my bedroom and make myself cum!

Those of you who have been following my blog know that my husband’s fantasy - which over time became my fantasy as well - was for me to fuck another man. After I resolved to turn our fantasies into a reality, I questioned how - and with whom - I was actually going to make this happen. Then, while my husband was away in Europe, I met Patrick on an airplane, accepted his invitation to dinner, and spent an amazing night with him at his hotel.

I then had to work up the courage to tell my husband - all the while worrying what his reaction would be. Was this really what he wanted? Had I just screwed up our marriage? Needless to say, when I saw how excited and turned on my husband became when I told him, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I also breathed a huge sigh of relief because I wanted to fuck Patrick again.

Since the night we spent together, Patrick and I had regularly texted/sexted, and I was eagerly awaiting his next trip to town. A few weeks went by when he told me that he would be in town the following Wednesday and would be staying at a Ritz Carlton not too far from our house. He asked if I could spend the evening with him. That was not a hard question to answer!

The only thing that was a little hard was telling my husband, but I managed to get my nerve up and informed him of my plans. To tell you that he was excited would be an understatement. His first response was to ask if he could watch. “No!”, I told him, “absolutely not!” but assured him that I would share all the details with him.

He then told me that he wasn’t traveling that night and asked if I would come home to him afterwards rather than spending the night in Patrick’s room. Hmmm… As much as I craved the idea of sleeping in Patrick’s arms and some sleepy morning sex (and, I have to admit, spending more time with his delicious cock), that did not seem an unreasonable request in return for him allowing me to fuck another man, so I told him I would tell Patrick.

The days leading up to Wednesday were a blur. All I could think about was fucking Patrick and feeling his massive cock filling my pussy. At the same time, I made a point of frequently telling my husband how much I loved him and how much I cared about him. Poor guy. I could only imagine what he was feeling, but if he had any misgivings he certainly didn’t let on. Rather, on Wednesday he told me he would be coming home early from work as he wanted to watch me get ready.

I was in the bathtub when he got home. I had shaved my legs and was in the middle of shaving my pussy. He was staring, so I couldn’t resist teasing him. “You do know I’m doing this for another man, not you,” and “I can’t wait for another couple of hours when another man’s cock will be sliding between these pussy lips…of course, it might have to spend a little time in my mouth first ” - at which point my alpha male successful business man husband literally moaned. This was fun! I was tempted to gloat on the size of Patrick’s cock relative to his, but I thought it might be too cruel, so instead I asked, “Honey, how do you feel about another man’s sperm in your wife’s pussy? You do know that that’s going to happen, don’t you?” His answer was another moan.

I already knew what I was going to wear (believe me, I had decided days ago!), but I pretended to let my husband have an input. “Which pair of panties do you like best?” “Which bra?” “This one or this one?” “Do you like how this dress makes my boobs look?” At the end of the day, I slipped on a black lace thong, a black lace bra, and a simple navy dress. A pearl necklace and pearl earrings completed the look. A few squirts of my favorite perfume and I was ready to go. With my husband watching, I texted Patrick to tell him I was on my way and looking forward to seeing him. I then kissed my husband on the cheek and told him I loved him and that if he was good and didn’t make himself cum I might take care of him after I took care of Patrick.

Patrick and I had agreed to meet at the bar at the Ritz Carlton, and when I got there he greeted me with a big smile, a huge hug, and a gin and tonic he had already ordered for me. He looked fantastic. Dressed in gray flannel pants, a navy blazer, and a blue and white striped button down, he was even more gorgeous than I remembered. The conversation flowed easily and seemingly before any time at all had elapsed, Patrick was asking me if I wanted another gin and tonic. Aware that I had promised my husband that I would return home that evening and not wanting to waste any time, I said, “Actually, I’d just like to go to your room.”

“Liz,” he replied, “you and I are on the exact same page. Let me pay, and we’ll get out of here.”

I was so excited I could hardly stand it. While Patrick was paying I pulled out my phone and texted my husband, “I just wanted to let you know that Patrick and I are going upstairs to his room now.💋💋💋”

He immediately texted back, “Oh God, I don’t think I can take it.”

By that time Patrick had returned, so I didn’t answer.

There was none of the awkward tentativeness of the first time. We both knew exactly why we were there, and, since I had my husband’s blessing, I was supremely comfortable in what I was about to do. We were all over each other in the elevator. As we kissed, I could feel his hands squeezing my tits…fondling my ass. I could feel his semi hard cock against my leg. I was so horny, and clearly he was as well! Somehow we made it to his room. As he was fumbling with the key, I was fumbling with his belt.

Once the door closed, we frantically undressed each other, leaving our clothes in a pile on the floor. I pushed him back on the bed and immediately went to work on his cock, first caressing it with my hands, then gently licking and kissing up and down the shaft until a drop of precum appeared, and finally taking it in my mouth. I was rewarded with a series of moans from Patrick, who held my head in place as I feasted on his delicious, throbbing organ.

This was not the end game, though. Just as I had already decided what I was going wear, I had also decided how I wanted to fuck him. So, when I didn’t think it could get any bigger or harder I pulled his cock from my mouth, sat up, and impaled myself on it.

I like this position because I can control the tempo. I like it because I like showing off my tits. I like it because I like watching my lover’s face as he cums. Mainly though, I like it because it’s the one position where I can consistently cum myself. In this instance I knew that cumming wasn’t going to require a lot of effort, and I was in no mood for subtlety. I rode Patrick’s cock like I had never ridden a cock in my life. I don’t know whether it was the length or the girth of his cock - both significantly larger than my husband’s - or the fact that Patrick was playing with my tits as I rode him, but Jesus it felt good, and in no time at all I felt my orgasm coming on. At the same time, Patrick’s breath quickened and his eyes rolled back in his head. He gasped, “Oh God!” just as his warm cum erupted into my pussy.

A few minutes later, lying in each other’s arms, both of us still a little breathless, he said, “Liz, I am not just saying this. That was honestly the most extraordinary sexual experience I have had in my entire life.” Wow! Good looking. Gorgeous cock. And he tells me I’m good in bed. I could get used to this! I also happened to agree with him. That was the best sexual experience of my life as well.

And then he asked if I’d like to order room service. Talk about a man who knows his way to a woman’s heart!

“Absolutely! I’m ravenous! Go ahead and order me whatever you’re having. I’m going to send a quick text to my husband and tell him what I just did.”

He laughed. “No problem. Say hi to him for me.”

While Patrick was ordering (club sandwiches, french fries, and a bottle of wine), I wrote my husband, “Fyi, Patrick just shot a huge load of cum into your wife’s pussy. Happy? Oh, and btw, he says hi and wants you to know how much he appreciates you letting him fuck your wife.”

“I can’t stand it anymore,” he responded, “Come home!”

“Sorry. We just ordered room service, and then I’m hoping for round 2. I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Please!!!!!!

I didn’t respond.

I read the texts to Patrick as we ate and we both had a good chuckle. As they say, be careful what you wish for…

The sandwiches and wine hit the spot, and it was really fun just chatting and learning more about each other. Pretty soon, though, the conversation turned to sex. Patrick told me what a turn on it was for him to fuck not just an older woman but also another man’s wife, and I responded with what a turn on it was for me to cheat on my husband with a younger man with a huge cock. I also told him of my fantasy to experience a woman at some point and that I also fantasized about threesomes with either two men or two women. Big surprise, Patrick said he wouldn’t mind making the last one happen for me!

In any event, in between the talk of sex and some light stroking from me while we talked, Patrick‘s cock was showing signs of life again. I focused my attention down there, and when I judged him ready, pulled him over on top of me and wrapped my legs around his back. The second time was slower, less urgent, and more tender than the first but no less enjoyable. I normally can’t cum like this and wasn’t expecting to, but there was something magic about Patrick’s cock and the way he used it, and once again I felt a wave of pleasure roll over me as I began to orgasm. “I’m cumming,” I moaned. At this point, Patrick’s pace picked up and his cock pounded my pussy harder until he cried out, stiffened, and deposited another load of cum inside me.

I was a little nervous on the way home as I had no idea what state I would find my husband in. In addition, I had to admit that I hadn’t exactly been loving and tender to him. As it turned out, there was no need to worry. He greeted me at the door with a long, heartfelt hug. “I can’t tell you how turned on I’ve been all night,” he said as he pulled my hand down to feel his cock. “It’s been excruciating thinking of you with another man and wondering what you were doing at any given moment.”

“I love you so much,” I said, “but I have to tell you that I’ve been turned on all night as well. Here, let me let you feel something.” I took his hand, lifted up my dress, and put it inside my panties. “Do you feel how wet my pussy is? That’s Patrick’s cum you’re feeling. He came twice inside me.”

I then proceeded to give him a play by play of the evening until, as I was describing Patrick cumming inside me for the second time, he interrupted me. “Please stop! I can’t take it anymore! I just want to fuck you right now!”

To tell the truth, I was basking in Patrick’s afterglow and not really in the mood to fuck my husband. However, I felt sorry for him, and I had sort of made him a promise so I said, “Oh honey, I would really love that. How do you want me?”

For those who have followed my blog for some time, you know that - thanks to my husband putting the idea in my head - I have fantasized about fucking another man for some time. You also know that my New Year’s Resolution was to turn that fantasy into a reality. However, through some combination of nervousness, pickiness, and indecisiveness, I found that fulfilling this fantasy was easier said than done. Even though while I masturbated I pictured my gorgeous neighbor or the young guy at the gym fucking me, even though I was determined to make it happen, I couldn’t seem to get over the hump. Well, I am happy to report that the monkey is now off my back!

My husband has been on an extended business trip in Europe, so I decided to go visit my daughter at her college for the weekend. On the way home, I was lucky enough to get upgraded to first class. Even better was that seated next to me was a very attractive man. He said hello when I sat down, and that was the beginning of a non-stop conversation, punctuated only by the ordering of more gin and tonics. Patrick was 15 years younger than me, divorced, and coming in the night before for a meeting the next morning. Perhaps it was the gin, perhaps it was his self deprecating humor, perhaps it was his gorgeous face, but I felt an instant bond. When he invited me to join him for dinner at the airport hotel where he was staying I happily accepted, knowing that the alternative was going home to an empty house and pulling something out of the freezer. I have to admit, though, that in the back of my mind I was thinking, maybe, just maybe, this could be the one.

Dinner was great. The conversation and the laughter flowed easily, as did the wine. When it was time for dessert, Patrick asked if I wouldn’t like to skip it and instead have a nightcap in his room. This was it. If I accepted, I was pretty certain what might happen. If I declined, I would go home, frustrated with myself for chickening out, and likely masturbate while picturing the sexy Patrick’s cock inside me. I told him I would love to.

I was a nervous wreck on the way to his room - awkward and self conscious at the same time. What was this handsome younger man doing with a middle aged housewife like myself? Nonetheless, I managed to keep talking - actually I felt like I was babbling - until we reached his room, the door closed behind us, and he lifted my face up and slowly, tentatively kissed me. This really was the point of no return. Even though my husband had told me that he fantasized about me fucking another man, even though I had resolved to do so, I was crossing a line that I had vowed never to cross. Are some fantasies better left unfulfilled?

In any event, I kissed him back, softly at first, and then the kiss grew in intensity. I felt his hands exploring my back, my ass, my breasts. I felt his cock against my leg. His cock. This is what I had fantasized about - another man’s cock. Playing with it. Feeling it in my hand, my mouth, my pussy. I reached down and rubbbed it through his pants. At the same time, Patrick was unbuttoning my blouse, unhooking my bra, sucking on my tits. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. I sank to my knees and took it all in with my eyes. This was the first cock I’d seen other than my husband’s in the last 25 years. It was bigger than my husband’s, both longer and thicker. I put my lips around the head and tasted a drop of precum. I heard Patrick moan. I took more of it into my mouth. God, what a turn on to be sucking on this gorgeous younger man’s cock! Patrick, though, apparently had other ideas. He lifted me up and said, “No, Liz. You first.”

He finished undressing me, then himself, and then he led me to the bed and gently pushed me onto my back. As my hands played with his cock, he kissed me - my lips, my neck, my breasts…and then his mouth was on my pussy, his tongue on my clit. I can’t describe the intensity of the feelings. To say that I didn’t last long would be an understatement! I came faster and harder than I have ever cum in my entire life.

My heart racing and my body feeling a little like jello, I pulled Patrick back up to me. We kissed, and I could taste my juices on his lips. I could feel his cock hard between my legs. I reached down and guided it into my soaking wet pussy. Oh God! Maybe it was the size, maybe it was the illicitness of the whole thing, but it felt so good, so intense, as he began to pump - slowly at first and then harder, hungrier. “Fuck me, Patrick! Fuck me harder!”, I couldn't help from yelling as he continued to pound me. I can never cum like this, but this whole experience was clearly pushing my boundaries. I felt myself starting to cum again and, at the same time, Patrick stiffened, moaned, and his warm cum filled my pussy.

Afterwards we lay there and talked. I told him of my husband’s fantasy, which became my fantasy as well, for me to fuck another man. I told him about my resolution to do just that but also of all the self-doubt and indecision I had experienced since then. Patrick laughingly said that he was flattered and honored to be chosen to be the lucky man to deflower my married pussy. He told me that he comes to town every month or so and would love to see me again. At some point we fell asleep.

When I awoke, Patrick’s arms were around me, and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. Sleepily I rolled over and without either of us saying a word guided him into me. As opposed to the night before, this was slow, gentle, and tender and when it was over we lay entwined softly caressing each other.

I’ve had several questions from followers recently regarding my fantasies (favorite, hottest, kinkiest, etc.). To put it mildly, I have a VERY active imagination and, since my husband is always away, a lot of time on my hands - so to speak - to indulge myself in the many fantasies my imagination has afforded me. Whether it’s being gang raped by a group of strangers, filled by a big black cock, tied up and dominated, or 69ing with another woman, I have experienced it all in my mind - and I like it all.

For some time now, though, my favorite fantasy, and the one I most frequently masturbate to, is a simple one - to fuck another man. I have been married for more than 25 years now and have been totally faithful but, thanks to my husband this idea has grown to be all-consuming for me. Below I have re-posted something I wrote a while ago, “It’s All My Husband’s Fault”, about how this all came about. In short, my husband told me that his favorite fantasy was for me to fuck another man, something I had never considered doing, and thus a fantasy was born.

Even though my husband told me he wants it, however, I’ve worried about the impact this would have on our relationship and have thought seriously about doing it behind his back - cheating on him. Ultimately, though, I decided to be open with him. I still don’t understand how me fucking another man can be a turn on for my husband, but hey, if he wants it…

This year at New Year’s I resolved to actually turn this fantasy into a reality and shortly thereafter I shared my resolution with my husband (you can read about this in a couple of earlier posts). Well, for a variety of reasons- not the least of which is my own nervousness- I have yet to make it happen. Despite my weak kneed hesitation, though, thoughts of it have dominated my masturbation sessions. More specifically, I am fixated on how I will actually make it happen.

There are a number of scenarios I have considered and fantasized about. In one, while my husband is out of town I find some pretence to invite my gorgeous neighbor over. He tells me he has been very stressed at work. I offer him a glass of wine and rub his shoulders. One thing leads to another, and I lead him upstairs and let him fuck me on the bed I share with my husband. In another, I accept the long standing invitation from the younger guy at the gym for a tour of the house he has just finished renovating. In the bedroom he puts his arms around me and kisses me. After suitable protestations (“I’m a married woman!” “I’m old enough to be your mother!”), I allow him to undress me and to fuck me.

I’ve played both of these scenarios out in my mind as I have rubbed my pussy and also considered the pros and cons of each. It certainly would be convenient to have a fuck friend just across the street and fucking a younger guy…well, that’s a huge turn on. On the other hand, I worry about the potential awkwardness and, in the case of my neighbor, enabling him to cheat on his wife. She’s a real bitch so part of me relishes the thought of fucking her husband behind her back, but still.

This leads me to a third scenario, and one which I like for its anonymity. There’s a Ritz Carlton not too far from my house. It’s frequented by visiting businessmen and has a super nice, dimly lit bar. In my fantasy, my husband is home, and I tell him that I am leaving him there and going to the Ritz Carlton with the specific intent of meeting a stranger at the bar to fuck. While there’s a second iteration where I let my husband accompany me and watch from afar, I particularly like the idea of him watching me get ready -shaving my pussy…putting on my fuck me bra and panties and a sheer blouse which shows just the right amount of cleavage…removing my wedding rings. I like the idea of kissing him goodbye, telling him to wish me luck, and then him sitting home alone squirming…knowing what I’m doing…picturing me kissing another man…picturing another man’s cock in my pussy.

As I flirt with the attractive, well dressed younger man who is sitting next to me and whose invitation to share a nightcap in his room I shyly accept, I keep thinking of my husband home alone and it makes me extraordinarily horny. I’m not certain whether it’s this, the fact that it’s my first sexual experience with another man since I’ve been married, or the feel of a different, larger cock, but this stranger fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. Literally, I’ve never cum so hard. However, when he asks me to spend the night with him, I decline - not because I don’t want morning sex with this hunk, but because I like the idea of coming home to my husband after the fact.

When I get home my husband is asleep, or at least he’s pretending to be. I take his hand and place it on my moist pussy. With my other hand, I caress his cock until it is hard and then guide him into my already cum filled pussy…