My first time having sex with another man in front of my husband

Gosh, where do I even begin?

We book a gorgeous suite in a 5-star hotel. We're SO excited—elated, even. My husband's been horny since last night, and me... I'm a little nervous. Are we really ready for this? Am I really ready for this?
I put on my favourite dress—the sexiest one I own—a red floral number that keeps blowing up in the wind as we walk to the bar. M. is already there, waiting for us. We order some Prosecco and start chatting about little things. I am so nervous! I keep thinking, "God, what do we talk about? When should we head to the hotel?" Yet somehow, the conversation flows more easily than I expect. I keep looking at M., thinking, "Gosh, you're so handsome", and finally I gather my courage and let my hand slide under the table to stroke his knee. He doesn't react—or is he only pretending not to?

  An hour later, I suggest we get going. When we get to the hotel, my husband pours us more Prosecco, and we settle in to play a question game I've prepared beforehand—I've been worried there might be awkward silences. I've written two sets of questions, easy and hard, and placed them into separate piles. We have to draw a card and answer honestly, right there in front of everyone. We discuss all sorts of things: sex, positions, sexy clothes, erogenous zones, our fantasies and erotic dreams... My husband and I are sitting together on the couch while M. takes the chair right beside us. As we play, we start touching each other's legs with our feet... RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HUSBAND.

  Well, the questions really heat us up! When we run out of them, my husband says he's going to go downstairs to grab a d r i n k. I'm still feeling quite nervous despite the amount of Prosecco I've had, so I slip away to the bathroom. I think to myself, "We'll chat a bit more and then I'll see how it goes... probably I'll have to take the first step." But when I come back into the room and walk toward M., he turns to me in his chair with a wide smile on his face, suddenly wraps his arms around my hips, and pulls me down onto his lap. He whispers, "Before he comes," and impatiently kisses me.

   Everything starts happening so fast. I'm holding him around the neck, and we're kissing intensely. He moves to my neck, his tongue sliding lower toward the cleavage of my dress. I can't wrap my head around what's happening—my heart is racing. Is this really happening?

   Then we move to the couch, and I sit on top of him as we keep kissing. He grabs my hips, quickly unbuttons my dress, and starts kissing and licking my breast. For some reason, I have to stop myself to look at him and take in what's going on. I touch his smooth back, shyly lifting his T-shirt and running my hand over his firm stomach.
  Then he gets up from the couch with my legs wrapped around his waist, sets me down on the floor, takes off my dress, and tells me to lie on the bed. He wants to give me a massage, huh. 

I do as he says. I can't help but wonder—how many times has he done this with other women? He covers my butt and legs with a towel, pulls out some oil, and takes off his T-shirt. And I think, "Hey, wait, I wanted to do this myself!"

   God. His body is gorgeous. I don't see a six-pack on his stomach, but he is toned and fit. I take a quick glance at his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and slightly narrower waist, then lie on my belly to let him pour oil on me. He starts massaging my back, and I'm so nervous. Jesus, when will I stop overthinking everything?? 
When he moves to my legs, he slips off my panties. Yep, that's how quickly I end up naked with a guy I barely know but have wanted for so long. I'm trying to make a joke, "I'm so oily he could fry me right here." He says quietly, "Yep, I can fry you." Did I mention he's a cook? 

His hand slides between my thighs and starts touching me down there. I can feel my cheeks burning as I glance over my shoulder, silently asking him with my eyes to come closer. I see he's getting hard... and that drives me crazy. I passionately wrap my arms around his waist, and we melt into another hungry kiss. Has he wanted this for as long as I have? Then I quickly grab my phone to text my husband to come in 20 minutes. 
   Then we lie on the bed and have a little chat about nothing, our eyes fixed on each other's bodies, my hand wanders across his belly. At one point, I unzip his jeans and then pause. He asks, "Don't you want to know what's there?" and I reply, "Oh, I do, but I'm just savouring the moment." 

To be honest, I feel so shy right now. I haven't done this with anyone besides my husband in eight years, and everything feels a bit surreal. Then I peel off his jeans, he stands up and his boxers disappear somehow, and I see his delicious ass. I think to myself, "You've been working out, alright." A moment later he turns toward me and I see his hard dick. I'm surprised—he's big. I stroke him, but just a little. He pulls out a condom, and I keep blushing...

   He lies on top of me and continues teasing me between my thighs. All I want is for him to enter me, but I decide not to rush and wait for my husband. My head is spinning with thoughts, "What is this madness? Is this REALLY okay??" The t o r t u r e of feeling his dick rubbing against my clit is unbearable, so when he asks if we're still waiting for my husband, I whisper, "No... let's do it."

  Oh gosh, this sweet moment of him sliding into me... His movements are slow and sensual. I press my hands against his back as I feel his gentle thrusts. He feels so strong when he slips his arm under my back, lifting me and pressing me deeper beneath him. Then I hear the door open and see my husband step into the room. I look at him, a little worried, and ask if everything is okay. He nods and sits on the couch facing the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him touching himself. Yeah, I bet it's hard to resist. 

Then M. decides to change position and I end up on top of him. We kiss non-stop the whole time I'm riding him. I have to admit, it feels so deep—sometimes even too deep for my liking—but I don't care. Not as long as I can see his smouldering, hazy, aroused gaze. It makes me feel so powerful right now. He touches my breasts, licks my nipples, and somehow still manages to keep stroking my clit while fucking me, and I can't help wondering, "How the hell are you so skilful?" 

  Then his hands wander over my ass, then to my breasts, and finally to my neck, gripping it firmly. Our pace starts to quicken, and I catch a glimpse of how turned on my husband is—his eyes almost black with desire!
Moments later, we are lying there, breathless and trembling. I have to save up some energy because I know my husband is still horny as hell. I kiss M. goodbye, and then my husband and I are alone in the room. He's almost going crazy as he pushes into me. The thought of another dick being inside me just a few minutes ago drives him wild. By now, my mind is completely switched off—I'm just drifting somewhere, simply existing.

He came six times that night—that's the effect of a long-awaited desire finally fulfilled. And me? Oh, I'm far from done, still hungry for more. By now I know this won't be the last time.
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