A Young Stud Screwed Me as My Hubby Listened on the Phone


My husband and I have a healthy sex life together.  We enjoy sharing fantasies, and he has set up a number of situations where I have been able to enjoy sex with other guys.  He always really gets turned-on when I do that.  Obviously, I enjoy those times too.

We had been married eight years when the following event happened.  It was December.  My husband was working overnight, and because it was Christmas break, our kids were with other family members.  

I had the house to myself, which at that time was extremely rare.  Bored, I decided to go into Yahoo Messenger to find someone to chat with.  That was back when you could go into individual rooms based upon your interest.  I decided to go to a chat room for locals in my area.  

I had just started talking with a guy named Martin, when my husband called.  He asked what I was doing.  I told him that I had just started chatting up this guy on the Internet.  My husband, feeling rather frisky, and taking me quite by surprise, asked me to flirt with Martin.  Harmless enough I thought, so I did.  

By phone, I took suggestions from my husband, and the conversation quickly turned from casual to sexual.  Starting off innocently as temporary excitement between just my husband and myself, I had no idea my night was about to change.  

As the conversation progressed, I discovered Martin was quite a bit younger than me (24), and lived not even an hour away.  When I told my husband that, he told me to invite him over.  

I hesitated, but thought there was no way the guy was going to come over without having even exchanged pictures.  Previous Internet contacts had always involved multiple "chats," and picture exchanges before any meeting took place.  But Martin was just as excited as I was, knowing my husband was on the phone, and that he was the one who was leading our encounter.  

My husband hurried me to seal the deal as he had to get back to work, but he assured me he would call me later.  If I had not done so while he was still on the phone, I probably would have chickened out.  It was not my style to move so quickly.  But I invited Martin to come over, and there I sat, with my cell phone in my hand, and a stranger coming to my house in less than an hour.

I poured a glass of wine and sat by the fire in the living room, pacing every so often.  Part of me hoped Martin would not show, and part of me was filled with excitement... mostly due to the role my husband was playing.  

I studied myself in the mirror, and decided what I was wearing would have to make due (faded skinny jeans, black tank top, and black boots).  I was reeling in anticipation, hoping Martin would not be a disappointment, nor that I would be to him.  

I saw headlights bounce off the window, and a wave of excitement and nausea hit me all at the same time.  The house was quiet and dark, except for a small light in the kitchen, and the crackling fireplace in the living room.  

I opened the door and watched a tall (6'5), slender-built young man approach me.  He was clean-cut, fair-haired, and nice-looking.  I  noticed that he was also a lot more nervous than I was.  

I asked him to sit by the fire to warm up, and offered him a drink.  He quickly accepted both offers.  When I returned with his drink he downed it in a matter of seconds.  I remember telling him to "take a breath," which broke the ice.  

He was fascinated by the idea that I was married (he was not), and by the role my husband had played in our earlier chatting.  He said he had never done anything like this before.  We talked for a few more minutes, before I got up to refresh both of our drinks.  

He followed me into the kitchen, where we both got a first look at each other in brighter light.  I asked if he felt more relaxed.  He said he was beginning to, until he saw "how gorgeous" I was.  I told him he was quite attractive as well, and tall.  

We looked at each other for a brief moment... you know, that moment when you first realize there is obvious chemistry, or perhaps lust.  He bent down to kiss me, and within minutes we were involved in a full-blown make-out session.  

My top and bra quickly slipped off, onto the kitchen counter, and his shirt to the floor.  I grabbed his hand and led him to our bedroom.  We quickly took off our shoes and continued to grope each other.  I felt his cock through his jeans, and was pleased at how thick and long it felt.  

Desiring to spring his manhood, I started to unfasten his pants, when he took over and took them off himself with one hand, as he attempted to unbutton my jeans with his other hand.  I helped him in a frenzied hurry, removing my jeans and jumping into bed, pulling him in with me.  

Our desires quickly escalated to a good hour of licking and sucking.  He was very good at oral, but I wanted to feel him inside me so badly I ached.  I prepared myself for him missionary-style, when my phone rang.  It was my husband.  To be honest, the excitement I felt earlier for my husband's involvement had been temporarily forgotten.  

I didn't want to answer the phone in the heat of that moment, but I also didn't want my husband to be worried, knowing I had invited a stranger to the house.  So with Martin on top of me, at the point of entry, I told him to hold one second while I told my husband everything was okay.  

But my husband did not settle for me telling him everything was okay.  He wanted to know what we were doing at that moment.  I told him we were in the middle of fucking, and that Martin was about to enter me.  I told him that I would call him later, only to be surprised yet again.  My husband told me he wanted me to stay on the phone while Martin penetrated me.  

At first Martin hesitated, as did I, but the excitement of my husband's involvement, coupled with the building of our heat, quickly dissipated our anxiety.  Martin thrust into me, hard, several times, making me gasp.  I was caught between the wonderful sensations of Martin's cock inside me, and trying to hold onto the phone.  I was enjoying the exhilarating intense moment, which seemed to last forever.  

After about 15 minutes of thrusting I could feel the heat of Martin's cum within me.  The wave of our passion faded enough that I could hear the breathing sounds of my husband on the phone.  It was a bit of an awkward moment.  I told my husband that I must go so that I could attend to my guest.  He reluctantly hung up.

I thought Martin would compose himself, and that would be the end of our "date."  I was dead wrong.  He told me he came too quickly because he was nervous, due to my husband's involvement, and wanted to fuck again.  

Well, he stayed the night.  We continued to fuck several times during that night.  My husband called a couple more times, but I didn't answer his calls.  I figured he would think I had gone to sleep.  

The next morning, I told Martin he must go, because my husband would be coming home.  He wanted another fuck session, but I demurred, saying that my pussy could not handle anymore.  

The young stud had worn me out, and that is not an easy task for this girl.  I was also eager to take a shower and rid myself of the evidence of our night of wild sexual play before my husband's arrival, for I knew he would want details.  

I had details alright... details that extended beyond the time he was on the phone and present to hear.  Telling him I wanted him to be inside me when I told him, I told him he would have to wait until that night, since my pussy was too sore for more play right then.  That night my hubby screwed me long and hard as I told him about my night with Martin.  It was a fun encounter!
