My Taking a Lover Sparked Greater Sex with My Husband

This happened to me in early December, 2010.

"I met this cute guy today in Walmart," I told my husband, with a proud smile and twinkle in my eye.  "He's young," I said, teasingly.  I went on to describe the guy to him, and how he flirted with me as we talked.  

After work that day I decided to stop by Walmart to pick up some toys as Christmas gifts for our younger relatives.  I had some time before when I planned to meet my husband for a few drinks and dinner before we both went home.

Admittedly, I was dressed rather provocatively.  I had worn a rather short skirt to work that day, along with a very sheer blouse over a lacy bra.  After leaving work I had removed my bra, letting my B-size boobs show through the sheer blouse.  I knew my husband would like that.  He always loves it when I show off my body while we are out.

I had a small jacket on as I entered Walmart, but it was not buttoned.  A few yards into the store I was pushing a cart, and nearly ran into a young guy who was pushing a cart that contained some cardboard point-of-purchase promo displays.  He flashed a broad smile at me as I passed.

I looked down and noticed that my jacket was wide open, displaying my barely covered breasts.  "Absolutely lovely," he said, as he passed me.  I blushed and pulled the jacket over my sheer blouse as I continued on into the store.

After pick up a few things I decided to have a cup of coffee before checking out.  I had just sat down when the same young man spotted me.  He too was carrying a cup of coffee.  He walked toward me.  I noticed that's he was dressed nicely in a tasteful sweater with the collar of his sport shirt sticking out the top.

"May I sit down with you," he asked.  Before I could answer, he was sitting in the chair next to me.  My jacket was again gaping open.  He took a sip of his coffee as he studied my nearly exposed breasts.  "You certainly can be proud of what you have there," he said.  I blushed again, but made no move to cover my chest.

We talked for a while.  I learned that he was a merchandise manager for some products that were on sale at Walmart.  He had just set up a marketing display.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white card.  He said, "Here, take this.  It is my card.  I'd love to have you call me some time."

To my surprises, I just reached out and took it from him.   As I did so, he put his hand on mine and said, "You are one truly sexy woman.  I would cherish the opportunity to play with that body of yours sometime."  That time I really did blush, but I still took his card as I withdrew my hand.

An hour later I met my hubby at our favorite sports bar.  We were having our first drink prior to ordering some food.  That's when I put my hand in his lap and told him about my encounter with the young guy.  

"Is he fuckable?" he asked with a grin.  "He could be," I flippantly said in return.  Of course my husband was elated that I had related my story.  

Ever since we married four years earlier, my husband had been repeatedly telling me I was "his only love, best buddy, and great lover."  He always followed that with, "I hope I am always your only love, best buddy, and your #1 lover."  I had often asked him why he said he hoped he was my "#1 lover," rather than "great lover" as he described me.

He typically replied that he felt women needed more than one lover to keep them fully happy and fulfilled... but (unlike I read of other husbands) he never pushed the idea of me having sex with other men.  He would just say things like, "some strange stuff" would do me good, and that a little boost of self-confidence is always a good thing.  

That night at the bar he went a bit further.  "You really should take advantage of the guy's offer.  You should go out and get yourself laid," he said.  I just smiled and told him he was crazy, but I did notice that a bulge had formed at his crotch where my hand lay.

After we ate we drove home in our separate cars.  Once home, we immediately got rid of our clothes and flopped back on our bed.  As he caressed my body and fingered me, he used my Walmart report as fuel for our shared sex play that night... and continued to do that for a couple of weeks.  The thoughts that passed between us were HOT, and caused me to have some intense orgasms throughout our play.

My husband asked me daily if I had called "the Walmart guy."  He was like a kid at Christmas.  He just couldn't wait to see if I would play the seductress and go fuck the guy.  One day I surprised him, telling him that I had called the guy (Mark), and had made arrangements to meet him at his downtown loft condo the following Saturday afternoon.

To be honest, I still can't believe I made that call, that I actually went, and what happened that day.  When I got to the address he had given me I rang the bell, heard the door lock buzz, and entered.  There was a long flight of stairs ahead of me, and I heard Mark's voice from the top saying, "Come on up."

I was nervous as I made my way to the top of the stairs.  Mark flashed that warm smile of his at me.  Seeing that, I began to relax.  He gave me a gentle welcoming kiss and led me on a tour of his condo.  

It was very nice.  The last part of the tour was one more flight of stairs up to his bedroom loft.  Ah yes, there we were in his bedroom.  Once we were in his bedroom he put his arms around me, pulled me tight against him, and gave me a VERY passionate kiss.  I admit it... I melted in his arms.  I knew why I was there.

As we broke the kiss he looked directly into my eyes and asked, "Did you come here because you were interested in having sex with me."  I couldn't avoid his direct question.  I replied that I was indeed interested in having sex with him, and assured him that my husband was perfectly all right with it... that in fact he had even encouraged me to come.

With that assurance, Mark reached out with both hands and began to play with my breasts through my thin blouse (again, I hadn't worn a bra).  "Yes," he said, "these are the little puppies I so admired at Walmart."  He fumbled with the buttons on my blouse while saying, "Let me get those wonderful melons out so I can lick and suck on them."

We were still standing when he did that, but it was just moments later when he had me laying on his bed.  He was wearing shorts.  I reached into them and found his cock.  I could tell it was large, even though it was only half hard.

He continued kissing my lips and down my neck as he fondled my breasts, pinching my nipples gently.  I tugged at his shirt, and he moved back so I could lift it over his head.  Then I rubbed my hands down his chest.

He stripped the rest of my clothes off, then his own.  By then I noticed that he was rock hard.  My god his cock was thick, and long!  "Mmmmmmm... nice," I told him.

I reach out for his cock as I leaned forward.  I looked up at his young smiling face as I attempted to suck his cock into my mouth.  I began licking and stoking the throbbing head.  I stretched my mouth wide and commenced engulfing his huge member little by little as I toyed with his balls.  I guess my ministrations were too much for him.  He shot a powerful wad into my mouth.

"Sorry about that," he sheepishly said.  As I swallowed his nectar I hear him say, "I'll recover again in a few minutes.  But, in the meantime, let me feast on your lovely pussy."  He moved down between my legs and ate me to a delightful orgasm.

When he had me really hot, I asked him to lay on his back.  I then mounted him, began kissing him, and grinding into him, feeling his cock tease my opening.  I rose up on one knee, grasped his thick shaft, and lowered myself onto his massive rod.  I was really wet, but it still took some time before I could work all of his member inside me.  Wow did I feel full!  

He fondled my breasts and nipples as I started plunging up and down on his cock, almost painfully stretching me as he disappeared inside me.  I sat up with arched back, hands on his chest, and wriggled my ass as she pressed against him, assuring that I had every inch of his thick cock inside me.

I felt his cock swell even bigger inside me as he readied to deliver his load.  I reached back and squeezed his balls, coaxing him to come as he grunted his load out deep inside me.

Needless to say, over the next two hours Mark screwed me in a variety of positions with that thick cock of his.  I loved every minute of it, and had several orgasms.

When I got home several hours later my husband was waiting for me... wanting to know all about my afternoon.  I quickly led him into our bedroom and gave him a deep tongue kiss, letting him taste the residue of Mark's cum in my mouth.  My husband stripped my slacks off and slid his hand between my legs.  I knew he was feeling how wet I was.

I pulled his pants down and began to play with his cock.  He was already hard and fully rigid.  "Was he big," he asked.  I couldn't lie.  I made a circular motion with my hands about the circumference of a Coke can and said, "He was this big!"

As my husband held me he began to chant, "Cutie got a big one, cutie got a big one."  As we cuddled on the bed my husband fingered my dripping cunt, and I gave him a full report about my afternoon.  He moved down and nibbled at my swollen clit.  Even though I had already had an afternoon of hot sex, I got my husband to turn around, and I pulled his hard cock toward my pussy.

He was so turned on by the report of what I did that afternoon that he pumped me hard and fast, and we both came together.  Over the next two weeks as we lay in bed at night my husband insisted that I repeat my report about the sex I had with Mark.  He seemed to get more turned-on every time I told him.  I guess I did too.

About three weeks after that Saturday afternoon with Mark I asked my husband if he would mind my going to see him again.  Believe it or not, my husband was actually overjoyed at the idea, enthusiastically encouraging me to see him again.

I called Mark and asked him if he would like a visitor the following Friday evening.  Dah!  He too seemed overjoyed at the prospect of a rematch.

Friday night I decided to dress very casual.  I had on my blue jean cut offs, and my barely-there top.  There were no preliminaries that night.  We were in his bed moments after I arrived.  Yes, once again the sex was great!

I called my husband around 10 that night.  I told him I was fine, but that I wanted to spend the night with Mark.  He told me he loved me and said I should stay and have fun.  I called him again at around 7 AM.  I assured my husband that I was okay, and told him that I would be a while yet, as I needed to get some rest before I drove home.  The truth is that Mark screwed me over and over again all night.  I really was tired... but truly satisfied.

Ever since that night my husband has asked me to repeat all the details of my second encounter with Mark.  As I repeat my story my husband never fails to get really turned-on, and we have some really hot sex.

I have talked with Mark on the phone a few times since that second encounter, but we haven't gotten together a third time... yet.

I am sure I will be seeing him again.  It seems that my openly having an outside lover has really sparked the romance and hot sex my husband and I share.  When my husband offered his opinion that "women needed more than one lover to keep them fully happy and fulfilled," he was right.  Little did I know that my having an extra lover would provide so much pleasure for my husband too.  

