Another man
We introduced another man into our marriage 25 years ago. I remember the date because the first time was on September 8th 2001. The Saturday before the towers fell. My husband had a fantasy of watching me having sex with another man. I really never imagined that I would actually do it. But I was shopping at the mall and my car would not start. A nice black man helped me and jumpstarted my car. He gave me his number and told me to call him if I ever needed anything. I told my husband about the experience and that I found the man kind and attractive. We immediately started using him as the focus of our play. In the midst of an intense sexual frenzy, my husband got me to actually make the call and arrange a lunch date. Three days later, I had lunch with Keith. On our second lunch date, I confessed why I was meeting with him. Of course he agreed and only a week later we had our first encounter. Honestly, I had gone into this expecting that we would only do this one time. But having sex with Keith was way more enjoyable than I could have ever imagined. Keith obviously enjoyed it and my husband was absolutely enthralled. So over the next six months we repeated that experience several times. Unintentionally at first, I got to hook up with Keith without my husband present because our babysitter canceled at the last minute, My husband enjoyed me meeting Keith alone almost as much as he did watching. Eventually, what Keith and I were doing would be better described as dating, dinner then sex. I was enjoying that way too much. I had a family at home but was still able to date like I was single. Then guilt overtook me and I cut it off. Honestly, I was struggling with having two men in my life. I had fallen in love with Keith.
Over the next almost 20 years, I still had feelings for Keith and would fantasize about him. Frankly he was always present in my orgasms. For a few years, every once in a while Keith and I would email just to maintain contact. He was a perfect gentleman and would not press me to meet up again although we both desired to. Eventually, his email bounced. I tried his work email. But it bounced as well. We had lost contact.
Last year, in a discussion with my husband, I confided that I had tried to maintain contact and explained what had happened. My husband is a bit of a sleuth and gave me Keith's address and phone number. I texted and Keith immediately responded. Over the next couple weeks we rekindled our friendship, met for lunch twice and arranged a date fully knowing what that entailed. Now I was in my 30's and Keith was 50 when we last connected . He was now 69. He only agreed to meet if my husband was not present. He wasn't sure he could perform with an audience. Bob was ok with that since he was getting his 'hot wife' back after her being gone for almost 20 years. What I didn't expect was that Keith would have trouble maintaining an erection. What worked was removing the condom. That felt better for him and he had no trouble after that. I'm post menopausal so I can't get pregnant. Now we had never really talked about the interracial aspect of our relationship before, But, the thought of him fucking a white woman bareback and ejaculating inside me really turned him on. I've never been one to talk dirty in bed, but Keith and I have hooked up four times now and I know just what to say to get him excited. Needless to say, telling my husband about that aspect only turned him on as well.
I now have a small stash of queen of spades clothing and jewelry that I wear before my dates with Keith. It turns them both on. I enjoy making them happy, but would be absolutely mortified if I were discovered.
Over the next almost 20 years, I still had feelings for Keith and would fantasize about him. Frankly he was always present in my orgasms. For a few years, every once in a while Keith and I would email just to maintain contact. He was a perfect gentleman and would not press me to meet up again although we both desired to. Eventually, his email bounced. I tried his work email. But it bounced as well. We had lost contact.
Last year, in a discussion with my husband, I confided that I had tried to maintain contact and explained what had happened. My husband is a bit of a sleuth and gave me Keith's address and phone number. I texted and Keith immediately responded. Over the next couple weeks we rekindled our friendship, met for lunch twice and arranged a date fully knowing what that entailed. Now I was in my 30's and Keith was 50 when we last connected . He was now 69. He only agreed to meet if my husband was not present. He wasn't sure he could perform with an audience. Bob was ok with that since he was getting his 'hot wife' back after her being gone for almost 20 years. What I didn't expect was that Keith would have trouble maintaining an erection. What worked was removing the condom. That felt better for him and he had no trouble after that. I'm post menopausal so I can't get pregnant. Now we had never really talked about the interracial aspect of our relationship before, But, the thought of him fucking a white woman bareback and ejaculating inside me really turned him on. I've never been one to talk dirty in bed, but Keith and I have hooked up four times now and I know just what to say to get him excited. Needless to say, telling my husband about that aspect only turned him on as well.
I now have a small stash of queen of spades clothing and jewelry that I wear before my dates with Keith. It turns them both on. I enjoy making them happy, but would be absolutely mortified if I were discovered.
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