I never wanted another man other than my husband, but he's long had the fantasy of me being a little slut. It started as role playing at home and while we were fucking I'd make up stories about pretend encounters, both singular and gang bangs and what we found is we both got off on it. I never realized it until the day he pointed out that when I was talking about fucking other men, I came often and I came hard... and I mean HARD. I never failed to have 3 or 4 multiples with my husband, but these were intense like I've never known.
My husband started the process of finding someone for me. I was still very uneasy about it but he assured me we'd be clean and safe about it. He fielded many emails for months looking for even a guy to go meet for a cocktail - he was looking for a very fit, educated, successful and hung man for me. One that was a busy career guy who just wanted a little fun a few times a month - we wanted safety and consistency. It's one thing to talk dirty about random men from bars and gang bangs but it's another one all together to do it.
Finally, he went to go meet Ryan for a drink. They actually hung out twice over cocktails before I even met him. That night we went to a hip spot in DTLA for drinks and my husband dressed me as he always does. I wore a black, collared satin halter, tight red vinyl skinny jeans and black heels (you can see a pic or two on here from before we went out that night). We showed up first and got a booth. When Ryan got there, I was impressed! My husband had done well. Ryan is about 6'2", 190 lbs of muscle, broad shoulders, strong thick arms and V shaped torso. He was wearing a nice sports coat, t-shirt and designer jeans along with boots. Short, but not too short of brown hair, early 30's and piercing blue eyes.
We had 3 or 4 cocktails at the bar, conversation flowed well, Ryan and I had good chemistry. There was nothing too serious at the bar but I put my hand on his chest several times to feel his rock hard abs and chest and after a few I slid my hand into his lap and although it was soft at the time, he had a pretty good sized cock it seemed, so I thought I might enjoy myself here after all.
After drink #4 my husband decided we should go back to our place - Ryan followed us over there. When we got there he instructed Ryan and I to sit on the couch as he made us all drinks. Ryan sat right next to me and had his hand on my knee. When my husband returned he sat in the chair opposite us and handed us our drinks. We chatted a little why and then my husband said, "Ryan, if you'd like to kiss her, it's okay. I want her to be comfortable with you before I let her meet you alone."
Ryan turned to me and said, "Nikki, you okay with that?"
I nodded. I was nervous but excited. He leaned over and kissed me passionately. It was like a bolt of lightning went through my body from my head to my toes and I felt my pussy getting wet and tingly. He was running his hands up and down the inside of my thigh and then reaching up and cupping my tits over my top (I wasn't wearing a bra). I reached down and started rubbing his cock through his jeans and it sprang to life fast. I liked the way I could feel it grow in my hand. I wasn't real sure yet how big it was but it was nice and thick.
I pulled back from our embrace but kept rubbing his cock. I looked over at my husband who was watching us very closely and rubbing his cock through his jeans. He was obviously still okay with this - this was new to the both of us and I was worried if we actually did it, he would get freaked out but he seemed to be enjoying this as much as he thought he would. I asked him, "John baby, may I pull it out and see what he's got?"