“Honey…Honey,” my wife says while running her hand across my crotch underneath the bar top. I look over at her and she whispers in my ear, “That bartender looks like Don Draper.”
I grin with delight knowing that’s “her guy.” I think you all probably know what I mean when I say that. (Kate Beckinsale is definitely mine.)
Everytime he walks over and asks us if we need anything, she blushes and smiles. As he walks away, she can’t hardly remove her eyes from his body. Simultaneously, her hand finds my dick under the bar top as she whispers in my ear how wet she’s getting thinking about him.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick. Let me know if you see him staring at my ass.”
“Funny, what are you gonna do in there?”
She reaches in her purse and shows me her little Vesper Crave vibrator/necklace that she keeps with her all the time. It’s virtually silent. “I’m gonna pull down my panties, think about him and, you know, play. Does that turn you on?”
I nod approval, glancing over at the bartender.
“Are you going to lick my pussy after I finish fantasizing about fucking him?”
“I’d love to be sucking on your clit while he fucks you.”
“Both of you at the same time…sexy. I definitely want to look down and see your tongue caressing my clit while his dick slides in and out of my soaking wet pussy.”
“I’m getting way too hard..” I snicker. She ups the ante.
“I want him to pull his dick out of my wet pussy, lay down next to me and have you lick the cum off of both of us while he and I make out.”
“Whatever little flirty drink you had, we need another one:)”
“I’m definitely going to be naming one of my dildos after him.” She whispers as she bites her bottom lip while staring at his face. “Just look at him…I want to fuck him every night.”
We’re both so turned on at this little verbal escapade, we can hardly keep our hands off each other. If there were fewer people in the bar, they would have seen my wife all but giving me a handjob. I can feel the precum moving out of my dick and know it’s only a matter of seconds before it shows through my shorts. She moves her hand from me, grabs her purse and heads to the bathroom.
I look down and just what I thought, small bit of moisture from precum showing on the outside of my shorts. After a minute, my phone starts to vibrate. I read the text.
“My pussy is so wet for him right now. Ask what his name is for me.”
To the bartender, “What’s your name?”
“Trey,” he says as he walks quickly past.
“Trey,” I text to her.
“I want Trey’s dick.”
(Smile face) texted back to her. “What else do you want?”
“I want you to hold Trey’s dick in your hand while I suck on it. Then after I finish sucking his dick, I want to kiss you so you can taste his cum on my lips. ”
“I’m gonna cum here at the bar.”
“I think you should get down on your knees and suck his dick with me. (LOL…Never thought I would say that.)”
“I want to feel him shoot cum all over both of us. I wanna kiss you deeply while another man cums all over our faces.”
Silence…don’t even have to touch myself. Just the mental image alone feeds my dick just the material it needs to cause an orgasm in my shorts. I pull the napkin over myself and wait for the wife to come out. I figured she would look a little more frazzled at her sexual escapade, but she’s so damn hot, I can’t even focus on details. She grins as she looks down to see the napkin raised up on my crotch just a hare. As she sits, she reaches her hand over to my shorts to find a semi aroused dick pressing into the shorts and some awfully slick substance on the outside.
“Seriously?” she says to me with a smile.
“SERIOUSLY” I quip back. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to ejaculate without anyone noticing?” I say as under my breath as possible.
She laughed, “I wasn’t too bad for me. Bathroom door had a lock.”
“No, but felt really good. Bathrooms are dirty. I want to finish at home. You ready to go…oops, spill something on yourself?”
I pretend to spill something on myself and jump up from the bar. The rest of the people in the restaurant glance over, but no one is the wiser. We make it out of the bar and into the car….
I’ve stated this before in another post and in comments that sexual feelings are more or less uncontrollable. Whether we admit it to another or only to ourselves, they still happen. I can’t tell you how many times through the course of a day, week or month that I see something or someone which makes me aroused. Sexual feelings are just like any other feeling…happy, sad, anger, joy etc. Each one of those has an outlet and sexual feelings have their own outlet.
I enjoy knowing that my wife still allows herself the freedom to have sexual feelings. We don’t live in an overly sexualized world, the world has always been sexualized. Repressing natural emotions and shying away from honesty about sexual feelings causes so much strife. I’d much rather have brutal honesty than a shred of jealousy.
As one previous writer on this blog said, “We’re married, not dead.”
We don’t have a particular way we handle things like this. If we’re together, sometimes the fantasy scenario or thoughts will be expressed in our sexual encounter. If we’re apart, we frequently masturbate to move those sexual feelings through the cycle. By cycle I mean “see the sexual stimlus, let it fill you up, find a safe way to release.”
The cycle doesn’t always work like this, but last night my wife saw a visually stimulating man, she let the feelings fill her up and when we got home, she went straight to the bedroom, pulled out her favorite dildo and vibrator and set them on the nightstand. I stood there for a brief second and watched as she slid down her shorts and got under the covers. She smiled at me and asked, “Can you take the dogs on a walk? Me and Trey need some time…”
I started laughing as I left the room and the house. Fantasizing is the greatest relief valve in a marriage. It gives you and your spouse the ability to live out and do things that neither of you ever would do in real life and have some really great orgasms.
Did she fuck the bartender in her head last night? No. She had a fantasy about visual stimulus which she controlled in a way to bring her the greatest possible sexual pleasure.
When I got back home from walking the dogs, the door to the bedroom was open. I walked in to find her still under the covers, grinning at me, her dildo sitting on the nightstand glistening from use. I shut the door behind me and sat down on the bed next to her, leaning against the headboard. She laid her head in my lap, looking up at me.
“Well, how was it?” I ask.
She throws the cover back, spreads her legs and grabs the glistening dildo off the nightstand. “We need to be cleaned up.” I grab the dildo and am about to start sucking on it when she says, “Get on your knees and suction it to the bed post.”
I do as I’m told and get on my knees and start sucking on it, lapping up all of my wife’s cum.
“I love watching you suck my cum off of Trey’s dick.” She then gets down on her knees next to me and we share the dildo between us. She sucks and licks on it, then passes it to me. “I want you to lick his cum out of my pussy. Lay down.”
I lay down beneath her and she places her pussy right over my mouth and starts to grind herself into me.
“I want to let his cum fall all over your face while I suck his dick, tasting my own pussy on his cock.”
“You like that don’t you?”
“Fuck yes. I love the taste of my pussy.”
“You want to lick another woman’s pussy, don’t you.”
“Oh yes, yes I do.”
She really starts going to town on my face, her pussy juices covering me from my forehead down. I feel her legs start to quiver as an uncontested moan escapes her lips. “I want Trey’s dick…I want Trey’s cock inside me so bad.”
A rocket of cum launches from cock and hits my wife in the back with enough force to push her forward.
“Oh that’s so fucking hott,” my wife says as she looks back. “Pretend it’s Trey’s and lick it off my back.”
She lays down on the bed as I lick her back completely clean.