I was now almost 25 years old, married with 3 kids, a conservative and sheltered past, and two men besides my husband under my belt so to speak. I had discovered the power of my sexuality. My husband Tom had discovered his strong passion for hearing about me being sexually involved with another man. I still wrestled with the complications this caused for me in resolving this new me with the old fashioned girl I used to be. In the eight years since my high school cheerleader days, my body had actually gotten better as I filled out a little in the right spots. My hair was long and flowing and I was very comfortable with my body and looks. I now knew that I could sway and control others with my self-confidence and sexuality. This was all still new to me and for a while I wavered between confidence and unsureness at times. But I knew that my life was changing!
Tom returned from his summer school camp for the weekend before finishing his second week away from home. I had slept with Herb, our neighbor, while Tom had been away during the week. Herb was the second man other than Tom. Tom was horny when he got home and as we made love, he wanted me to fantasize about being with another man. Because I had just been with Herb, I was hesitant to do this. Tom was really worked up and wanted it really bad. I was afraid to tell him that I had slept with Herb for real. I knew he said he wanted me to do it, but I wasn't sure how he would handle it. To change the subject, I asked him if his horny nature had anything to do with what happened while he had been away. He confessed that he had spent time with a girl who taught at another school.
They hadn't fucked, but they had played with each other and reached orgasms together. She was also married. This made me a little angry, because I thought he was using my body to replace this woman in his fantasies. Later that night in bed, Tom asked again if I would fantasize about fucking somebody else. I said, Who?" He answered he didn't care, he just wanted to hear what I'd do. I said I couldn't think of anybody, which was a lie, because I was already thinking about Herb. He actually told me I should use Herb, as he knew that we were friends. Herb and Tom only said "Hello" once in a while. Not really friends or anything. I said OK, and started.
As I thought about it, telling Tom how Herb and I had talked across the driveway, I decided to tell him what had actually happened as if it was a fantasy. I told him how Herb came over and we talked while lying on the pillows on the floor. I told him how I knew I was going to fuck him when he kissed me. Tom started moaning. I knew he was cumming soon so I quickly finished the story, telling him how Herb pushed my bra and tee shirt up over my breasts. I told him how excited Herb was with my tits and how he started to move down on me. As I told him how I grabbed Herb's cock and pulled him onto and into me, Tom started to cum. He was still thrusting into me as I finished the story about Herb cumming so quickly because it had been such a long time since his wife had left him. As we lay in bed, Tom started to ask me for more details. I told him it was just a fantasy. He said he didn't care, make them up! He wanted to do it again. I tried to give him more details, but I knew I was giving myself away.