Brianna's Story

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He told me to do it - so I did.
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I was flattered to receive a request from Brianna to help tell the story of an interesting weekend she had not so long ago. Here it is.

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'Well, Bree?' he asked excitedly. 'What do you think?'

I didn't need to think. The answer was easy to give.

'I liked it,' I replied. 'Very sexy.'

David had brought me yet another erotic story to read. It was part of our efforts to add a little zing to our sex life and I had to admit, reading – in sometimes unnecessarily explicit detail – about men and women having sex in unusual or illicit circumstances went some way to turning me on.

But I couldn't help noticing that the stories David had been suggesting had a recurring theme: the involvement of others. More specifically, they involved the wife having sex with one – or more – other men. Sometimes, the husband was equally involved, more usually, it was just the wife. The more I read, the more I began to appreciate that it wasn't just one of David's fantasies, but those of a lot of other men, too.

If David had tried to sound me out about him having a fling I would have been worried. But he seemed genuinely excited about the idea of me having one and if the reasoning behind it was that I became a better lover I sort of understood.

Before him, I had had one serious relationship. But, although we had done almost everything a man and a woman could do, I was still a virgin when I met David.

I was no stranger to the delights of a man exploring my body with fingers and tongue. Indeed, I had enjoyed countless orgasms from purely oral sex. Equally, I knew my way around a man's body. I had experienced numerous ejaculations over my body as well as in my mouth. But David had been the first and only man to have full sex with me.

We had never told each other about our sexual histories, but he must have recognised my lack of experience – probably because I was not his first. That said, I like to think that when I'm in the mood, I can more than hold my own.

As well as the broadening of my experience that taking a lover would provide however, David seemed to get a weird kick out of imaging me with another man.

In one or two of my private fantasies, the idea of killing two birds with one stone – having, at the age of thirty-nine, only my second lover, as well as catering to my husband's perverted wish – had a definite appeal.

'How sexy?' he asked, breaking into my thoughts.

'Sexy enough to get you laid, if that's what you were hoping,' I grinned.

That stopped both of us talking for a while but once he'd recovered his breath he picked up the thread again.

On another occasion, he brought me to the edge of an orgasm with a disturbingly exciting dildo and then paused to smile wickedly.

'Are you enjoying this?'

'God, yes! Can't you tell?' I moaned, rolling my hips in the hope he would finish me off.

'Would it be better if it was a real dick?'

'I don't know. Maybe. Please David . . . '

He once asked me a more direct question.

'Do you ever think about what it would be like to fuck another man?'

'Of course I do. You see a good-looking guy in a film or on television . . . You see pictures in magazines . . . Hell, you occasionally see a guy on the street . . . Of course the thought crosses my mind that, if the circumstances were right and I found myself alone with any of them, it might be fun to find out if they were as good as they looked.'

'What if said I wanted you to take such an opportunity?'

'I'd think you were crazy. Or you'd stopped loving me. Or you wanted woman of your own and if I had a man, your way would be clear.'

'But what if it was none of those? What if I simply wanted you to sleep with another man and then come back to tell me about it? Wouldn't you get a kick out of that? I know I would. I think the sex we'd have afterwards would be amazing.'

'Like it is in those stories? You'd want me to come home, smelling of sex and maybe even leaking my lover's cum, to tell you about it?'

'Fuck, yes!' he groaned, sliding his hand between my thighs to where his own cum was leaking out.

It was a powerful image and, for a moment, I forgot it was David's cum and instead imagined his fingers were delving into what another man had left inside me. That meant it hadn't been David who had just fucked me, but my lover and now my husband was taking his turn with me.

The sex that followed was even better than before.

Over the weeks that followed, David told me on several occasions that he wanted me to take a lover. He would point out men – either strangers, or guys we knew – and asked me if I could see myself being fucked by them.

Whenever we brought out our toys, David would tease me to the point of orgasm and then, when I was desperate for release, ask if I could imagine it was another man who was about to bring me off.

I played along with him because it was an exciting idea, but I was convinced it would never happen.

We decided to take a break and have a holiday in Lincoln City, on the Oregon coast. On the Friday evening we strolled to a nearby pub and, the pool table being unused, decided to have a game or two.

I'm pretty useless at pool but we were having fun nevertheless when a group of three men and two women wandered in, sat at another table and started watching us. One of the men, Adam, challenged us to a game. Knowing how bad I was, I offered them the table but they wouldn't hear of it.

I think the main reason I agreed was because Adam was a charmer. He was around six-two and built to match his height. He had blond hair, blue eyes and killer dimples when he smiled – which was often. I felt immediately attracted to him. He either sensed it, or the attraction was mutual, because he started flirting immediately.

Predictably, David and I were beaten but, instead of leaving it there, Adam suggested we ought to play with me and him against a mix from the others. Possibly David began thinking something might happen, either way, he raised no objection to Adam partnering me and the flirting continued.

As did the fun. The six of us were getting along really well. Tom, one of the other guys, wasn't bad looking either. Like Adam he was a year or two younger than me and he was more David's height – a shade under six foot – and probably heavier than either of them.

But it was Adam I really fancied and, when most of our new friends slipped outside to smoke some weed, I went with them. David had been invited, too and I didn't want to leave him but he reminded me we were on holiday so if I wanted a smoke, I should go for it.

The weed had the desired effect. The games became a little silly but much more fun. Adam started trying to coach me, helping me line up my shots and moving around the table to face me, supposedly offering advice as to how and where to hit a ball. In fact, as I learned later, it was so he could look down the front of my top. I was wearing jeans, which hugged my butt nicely – especially when I was leaning over the table to take a shot – and a v-necked top over a sheer bra.

I don't have overly large breasts – 34b, in fact – but I have a good body and I keep it in shape, running or walking pretty much every day. The clothes I was wearing made the most of what I have.

After a couple more games, Adam invited me out for another smoke and we both knew by then that it wouldn't take much for something to happen.

Going back inside, it did start to happen. David had received a work-related phone call and had left to find somewhere quieter to deal with it. I wasn't too concerned. He is co-owner of an engineering company and his clients like to be able to reach him when necessary. Plus I was nicely stoned by then. So we racked up the balls again for another game.

But when David returned, it was with worrying news. There was a problem and it was almost certain he would need to leave to visit the site and deal with it. He was waiting for confirmation of this and, if he did indeed need to go, his subsequent travel arrangements.

As soon as he received the call, he left us to find another quiet place. Shortly after that, Adam and I won another game and I forgot all about David's problem. We whooped and high-fived and I found myself being half dragged outside by Adam.

I was on a high both from the weed and also from winning the game in the company of a man I found charming and attractive. We smiled at each other and then he pulled me into his arms. I never thought twice and the next moment we were kissing hard.

It was a good kiss, a long kiss, and when one of Adam's hands drifted down to my ass I simply pressed myself more firmly against him. He cupped a breast and, greatly daring, I let one of my hands start fondling his butt.

Then we kind of came to our senses. David was still on his call somewhere when we went back to the table which allowed me some time to sort out my thoughts.

I was aware of several things. I had enjoyed the kiss and the too-brief touching. I was as horny as hell. I didn't feel particularly guilty because we really hadn't done all that much and, besides, David had more or less given his permission.

As well as allowing me to flirt with Adam, he had encouraged me to go outside with him to smoke the joints. Now it looked as though he was going to leave me to my own devices. If ever the signs were there that I should have sex with another man, it was then.

Nothing happened to alter that. David was going to catch a flight first thing the next morning. I would drive him to the airport after that, it would be up to me. I could return home, or make use of our booking to finish the holiday.

I really hoped David would want sex when we got back to our room. As I said, I was horny as hell and, right then, I just wanted to be fucked.

But David was already in work-mode, packing automatically as he thought about what he would need to do to fix the problem. This sort of thing had happened several times before, with David having to stay on the job until everyone was happy, so it wasn't so unusual. It was annoying that it happened while we were on holiday, but that's just how it was.

By mid-morning the next day, Saturday, I had to decide: return to the hotel to check out, or go to the glass-blowing session I'd signed up for earlier, grab some beach time and leave on Sunday rather than Monday as originally planned.

I was still in two minds when I got back to the hotel. One of the girls from the night before, Sandy, worked the hotel's reception desk. She commiserated about David having to leave and I nodded and said I probably would, too.

Sandy raised an eyebrow and told me there was a really good band playing in one of the pubs and that everyone from last night would be there if I fancied going.

'Adam will be there,' she said, casually, her sly smile making it obvious she knew of my attraction to him.

I told her again that I'd probably just go but when I got to my room I considered carefully.

I knew I should really shrug off the temptation, but I knew David would want me to make the most of the unexpected opportunity. I guessed – hoped – Adam wanted me to stay, which left me. What did I want?

Last night, with my head full of marijuana fumes, my lips tingling from Adam's kiss and my pussy hot, wet and aching to be filled, I definitely wanted to be fucked. Now, I wasn't so sure.

Then the phone rang, making me jump as it cut across my thoughts. It could hardly be David. It wasn't; it was Adam. Sandy must have let him know I was thinking of leaving.

The sound of his voice brought everything back and, as he started trying to convince me to stay, I felt a sudden rush of heat to my pussy, followed almost immediately by the dampening of my panties.

I pretended to let him talk me into staying, but my mind had been made up the moment I answered the call and heard his voice.

We agreed he would pick me up and take me to a barbeque, before going onto the pub.

I struggled to make the most of my glass-blowing class as my thoughts were never far from Adam and how likely it was looking that David was going to get his wish. The wetness between my thighs would have been annoying if it hadn't been so exciting.

That said, the evening did not start well. All the others from the previous evening were there and I was a little self-conscious of the fact that my husband was miles away and I was out with a man I'd only just met. There were one or two jokes made about it and it made me wonder what they thought about me.

But, mainly thanks to Adam's attentions, I survived and we went on to the pub where we formed part of a much larger group. People came and went but the majority remained and, pretty soon, some of us girls started dancing, leaving the guys to their drinking. Apart from Adam, that was. He was sticking to just soda water and I couldn't help wondering if that's because he didn't want to risk impairing his ability to perform. That thought alone, sent a frisson of excitement to my pussy.

After a number of up-beat numbers, the band started playing a slow one. Apparently, this was what Adam had been waiting for as he asked me to dance.

I surprised us both by initiating some dirty dancing. I trapped one of his legs between both of mine and rubbed my pussy suggestively along his thigh. He began kissing my neck and nibbling my ear.

I remember thinking that this was the second evening in a row that this man was managing to arouse me and if I didn't get some relief by the end of it I was going to have to stand on the patio outside my room and scream my frustration at the moon.

But the ice was definitely broken. My husband was no longer around to reign me in – had he wanted to – and everyone in the group knew I had only stayed of because of Adam. Hanging a sign around my neck saying, "Fuck me," would hardly have been more obvious.

All too soon the song ended and we went outside for some fresh air – and for some more weed. Back inside, we sat on one of the benches around the table and Adam promptly put his hand on my knee.

Slowly but surely, his hand slid higher up my thigh, pushing my dress up with it. I pretended to object but really, I wanted his hand to keep going. Finally, I felt his fingertips brushing my pussy through my panties. He couldn't help but notice how wet they were and if he didn't already know, it was now patently obvious I was his for the taking.

Another slow song started and, before Adam could react, Tom asked me to dance. I'd pretty much forgotten about him being mentally and physically under Adam's spell, but his hands on my butt and his hard-on jammed against my belly told me Adam wasn't the only man attracted to me.

At any other time I might have been more responsive, but I offered him no encouragement, even turning my head at the last moment so his end-of-dance kiss found my cheek rather than my mouth.

Adam had been watching and sounded amused when he asked how my dance had been. I told him I had been taken aback with how forward Tom had been but Adam laughed it off, assuring me Tom was harmless, jealous of the fact I preferred Adam and still grieving over the loss of his long-term girlfriend who had been killed in a car accident.

That put a different reflection on things and, when Tom asked me to dance with him for a second time, I did – and this time I let him kiss me. Who knows, if I hadn't met Adam, maybe I would have given Tom more encouragement?

Around half-eleven, Adam asked if I was ready to go and leaving his car at the pub, we took a cab back to my hotel.

The plan was to go for a walk along the beach – for which I needed a change of shoes at the least. Instead I offered him some wine and he offered me some more weed.

We stood looking up at the stars, with Adam identifying the various constellations. It was all very romantic but I wanted more.

He'd kissed me and touched me where only two men in nearly forty years had ever touched me. I was on a slow burn. If he wasn't going to start thing moving, then I was.

David had urged me on more than one occasions to go for it if the circumstances were right and my present circumstances seemed about as right as they could ever be. Just as I had initiated things on the dance floor, so I initiated things now.

I turned, pressed myself hard against him, grabbed his head and pulled it down, my mouth meeting his as soon as it came within reach. My kiss left him in no doubt that I had nowhere near cooled off. I didn't need to tell him that I was ready, able and willing.

He responded exactly as I hoped. His mouth would leave mine to nuzzle my neck, or nibble my ears, before returning again. The touch of his lips and the movements of his tongue acted like a fan to the flames of my arousal.

Sadly, it had been quite some time since David and I started making love with such urgency and the feeling of being so obviously desired was making me dizzy.

David had been right. I was letting myself go with another man and it felt amazing. I started edging him back inside, towards the bed and we only stopped moving – and kissing – to start the delicious process of undressing each other.

I tried to help him with my dress and he grabbed my hands and put them behind my back so he could work on his own. That didn't work to well so he tried to trap them between our bodies. I slid my hands lower and that ended the game.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and teased him as he tried to remove my dress, kissing him and grabbing his ass, but eventually it was off and, above the waist at least, we were hot skin to hot skin.

He stepped back to look at my breasts and I shyly asked if he liked them. His answer was to take first a nipple into his mouth and suck really hard.

The poor things had been straining against my dress for most of the evening, since we started playing pool the previous evening, in fact.

I moaned as I felt a surge of heat bursting out of my pussy. If there had been any doubt about it being wet before, there was none now – as his questing fingers soon discovered.

When I felt his hands gently pressing down on my shoulders it was obvious what he wanted. I wanted it too and I dropped to my knees.

Undoing his pants the wet spot on the front of his shorts told me he was as turned on as I was.

Pulling down his shorts I found his dick was about the same length as David's but not as thick.

'Taste it, B,' he said, his voice thick with his lust for me.

Just before I did, he wrapped his hand around his shaft leaving only the head for me to take into my mouth. He squeezed and a large drop of pre-cum appeared. He waited until I licked it away before telling me that was all I getting.

We found our way to the bed where he really went to work on my nipples. Sometimes gently, other times more forcefully, even using his teeth at times.

I was in heaven. The more so when he finally abandoned my breasts and headed further south. Then he was between my thighs, teasing my pussy by rubbing his dick along my slit and over my clit.

I couldn't stand it any longer as positioned his dick between my lips. I was soaking wet and my labia were swollen and pouting invitingly. I'd never been more ready to be taken.

'Ask me to put it in,' he breathed.

No need to think. I was rapidly becoming desperate.

'Put it in!' I wailed. 'Fuck me for God's sake.'

He managed to get about half of it in before I started cumming. It had been a long time since I came so hard. Every nerve ending felt as though they were burning .

Adam paused, delighted at the effect he had had on me. He said something with a smile that I didn't catch because of the pounding of my heart.

Once I'd stopped shuddering, he slid the rest of the way in, giving me another orgasm.

'Hot,' he groaned. 'Very hot.'

I wasn't sure if he meant me in general, or my pussy in particular. It didn't matter.

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