Forbidden Encounters

I remember the first time I saw you, Dave. It was at that little pub, the one with the sticky floors and the bartender who always poured a heavy drink. You were sitting at the bar, your blond hair catching the light just so, and I couldn't help but notice the way your eyes lingered on me. When you moved my hand under the table to feel your hard cock, I knew I was in trouble. I was a married woman, for god's sake, but there was something about you that made me throw caution to the wind. Russ, my husband, knew about my little indiscretion, of course. He was the one who encouraged it, who whispered dirty fantasies in my ear late at night when we were tangled in the sheets. He wanted to see me with another man, to watch as I unraveled under someone else's touch. And not just any man—it had to be you, Dave, with your thick 8-inch cock that I could already imagine stretching me out, making me feel things I hadn't felt in years. The lead-up to our meeting at the hotel was a whirlwind of anticipation. I walked around with a perpetual wetness between my legs, thinking about how it would feel to have you inside me while Russ watched. I felt like a cat in heat, my body primed and ready for the taking. "Fuck, I can't wait to feel your big dick inside me," I'd whisper to myself in the mirror, my hand slipping between my thighs to ease the ache, if only for a moment. Russ and I had spoken about it seriously, our decision to invite you into our bed. We were both hot and excited around the clock, thinking about how it could be. I'd never been with anyone but Russ, and the thought of experiencing another man's cock was both terrifying and exhilarating. I probably came a hundred times that week leading into our meeting, each orgasm a prelude to the main event. When the day finally arrived, I felt a mixture of nerves and unbridled lust. I slipped into a little black dress that hugged my curves and accentuated my nice ass, knowing it would drive both you and Russ wild. The ride to the hotel was a blur of heavy breathing and silent fantasies, my mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come. Those first few minutes in your room were a dance of tension and release. My nervousness finally began to wane, helped along by a long island iced tea and your gentle, understanding demeanor. You greeted me with a kiss that set my body on fire, your hands roaming over my hips as you pulled me close. I could feel your hard cock pressing against me, and I knew there was no turning back. "I want to see if another kiss will get my body reacting," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. And it did—oh, how it did. Your lips on mine were electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I was surprised at the speed of us moving to the bed, but it felt right. I was very excited and ready to explore this fantasy that had been building inside me for so long. You were very good with your tongue and mouth, licking and sucking my pussy until I was a writhing mess on the bed. Russ watched, his eyes dark with desire as he touched me, his fingers teasing my hard, throbbing nipples. I was lost in a sea of sensation, my body responding to every flick of your tongue, every stroke of your fingers. When you moved up my body and asked me what I wanted, I didn't hesitate. "I want you to fuck me with your big thick cock while my husband watches us," I said, my voice needy and desperate. The moment you entered me, I nearly exploded. You filled me completely, your cock stretching me in the most delicious way. I came hard, my pussy squeezing and throbbing around you as you slowed for a moment before starting to fuck me harder and faster. "Do you want to ride me?" you asked, and I eagerly replied, "Yes." I straddled you, sinking down onto your thick cock, feeling every inch of you as I began to move. Russ watched, his hand stroking his average cock as he filmed the action, telling you to fuck me hard, to give me what I wanted. And you did, Dave. You fucked me like no one ever had before, your hands gripping my hips as I rode you, my orgasms crashing over me in waves. Afterward, as we all lay there spent and satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning. Russ and I had found something new and exciting in our marriage, a way to explore our desires without limits. And you, Dave, had given me a night to remember, a night where I felt like the beautiful, desired hot wife I had always fantasized about being. As we said our goodbyes, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of our next encounter. "Thank you," I said, my eyes locked with yours. "This was everything I hoped it would be and more." And with a wink, I left you with a promise hanging in the air: "Until next time." Because there would be a next time, and a time after that. Our little trio had only just begun to explore the depths of our shared lust, and I, for one, couldn't wait to see where it would lead us.