Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. A Married Man Was My 8th Encounter It was a couple years ago that my hubby convinced me to explore sexual adventures with other guys. I know he loves me, so I decided to take him up on his proposal. The story I am about to report involved a married man. He was my eighth sexual encounter. I like the thrill of the chase. That is probably what attracted me the most to the idea of dating other guys as a married woman. Back in my single days, I did not do much barhopping or hooking-up. I was the quiet one, the good friend who looked out for my girlfriends, and made sure we got home safely. I was the modest sidekick, too shy to dance seductively with strangers, or bare much skin. I lacked the confidence to attract the attention of hormonally charged 20-something guys. But now, I have permission from my husband to do the things I was too timid to do years ago. I get to experience the thrill of the chase... * * * * * * * * * * * When looking for a potential lover on a dating site, the chase begins at a keyboard, rather than at a dimly lit bar over drinks. Perhaps that is why I had been unsuccessful. I missed the thrill of the chase too much. Yet, the messages from "The Married Man" intrigued me enough to agree to a face-to-face meeting to see if there would be any chemistry between us. We made plans to enjoy a glass of wine and chat at a nearby restaurant. So, Saturday afternoon I primped and preened, then headed out the door feeling a little nervous, yet curious. Would I recognize him? Would he find me attractive? Would I be attracted to him? And, would we have any chemistry? My first concern was easily put to rest, as I was able to find and recognize "The Married Man" seated at the bar, one of just a few patrons because it was early in the evening. My second concern faded because he did not recoil at the sight of me. Was I his type? That I could not say yet, but at least he did not seem repelled by my appearance. And, what about my third concern? Well, he was tall and had dark hair with strands that had faded into a distinguished shade of grey. I would summarize his appearance as better than average with a rough edge, punctuated by a neatly trimmed goatee. A verdict on the chemistry factor would have to wait, but it seemed as if the meeting would not be a loss based on those first impressions. I sat next to him at the deep cherry wood bar, and we exchanged introductions. He had already ordered a martini, and politely offered me a red wine from a list provided by the bartender. The conversation was a little slow, and I admitted my anxious feelings as my wine was served. I was relieved to have something to calm my nerves. I listened with intent as he talked about his passion for history (The Renaissance Period), and the two diverse careers he had had. The conversation then turned to why and how. He was looking for a friend with benefits to fill a void. He said he loves his spouse, and adores his family, but his needs are not being fulfilled on the home front. I learned that this was his first date, and his first venture into infidelity. I admitted to having waded into the infidelity waters before. I hinted that I had a unique marital arrangement. The guy was curious, but I was not quite ready to explain my lifestyle just yet. Small talk continued as we finished our drinks. He ordered a bottle of wine to enjoy with some food. I decided that it was a good time to spill the beans, and explained my situation. He was curious, and even jokingly asked if my husband was watching from afar! He asked questions, and I provided a little history. I am always worried that our situation will sound freakish to strangers, and turn men off. My fears were unfounded, as he seemed more intrigued as I confessed a few of my secrets. In fact, he commented that it must be nice to have the freedom to 'play,' and still have a loving husband to go home to. He quickly and easily surmised that my dates were foreplay for my romance at home. The date progressed well. We talked. We ate. We drank. It seemed as if there was at least the foundation for a friendship, if not romantic chemistry. We were both cautious about running into acquaintances, so there were only slight, accidental touches, primarily on my part. I realized that an attraction was beginning to build as I privately entertained the thought of discreetly sliding my hand along his thigh. I quickly dismissed the thought due to the risk factor involved for him. Our time spent talking provided the friendly and intelligent connection we were both hoping for. When the food was gone and the bottle of wine was empty, I acknowledged his need to get home sooner rather than later. My evening was wide open, but his alibi would not excuse his absence for too much longer. I had no idea if he was feeling any attraction toward me, but I asked if he'd walk me to my car as we gathered our coats. When we arrived at my car, I took a chance and asked if he wanted to sit inside and talk a little longer. He accepted my invitation, which indicated the chance of a good night kiss. Once inside, I fumbled with the volume on the stereo that had been blaring on my way to our rendezvous, and he asked, "So where do we go from here?" I honestly and coyly said that I wasn't sure, since I had no idea if he was feeling an attraction or not. He took the initiative and drew me close for a kiss... I love to kiss, and his kisses were wonderful. Our lips were locked as we sat in my car for several minutes. I enjoyed the feel of his hands touching my hair, my neck, and my chest while our lips connected and our tongues mingled. My fingers caressed his cheek and the nape of his neck as things heated up between us. I gently turned my head to catch my breath momentarily, affording him a chance to kiss a trail down my neck. His hand slid down to my thigh, and then his fingers traveled briefly to the apex between my legs, causing a flutter of excitement within my stomach. I, too let my hand explore his lap, and found a hard bulge within his jeans. Obviously the attraction was mutual and the chemistry was there, so I whispered into his ear, "Is your office private, and available?" He paused for a second, making me wonder if I had been too forward. He stammered for a second, and then said that yes, his office was available. We discussed the logistics about travel and destination quickly, and then I followed him eight miles from the restaurant to his office. Along the way I called my husband to update him. We had only exchanged two text messages during the date, so up until then he only knew that "The Married Man" had in fact shown up, and that things seemed to be going well. I told him that we had left the bar, and that I was following the guy's car to his office. He asked for a few more details, and then he made a special request. "Call and let me listen if you can." "I'll try. Love you." "Love you, too." I parked next to the guy at his place of business in the dark of the night... He quickly unarmed the alarm and led me through the lobby toward his office. He created ambient light in the solitude of darkness by turning on the computer monitor. I removed my coat and dropped it along with my purse on a chair across from his desk, then sat in the other, empty chair. He lamented the fact that he did not have a couch for us, but in my mind it did not matter. He knelt before me and we resumed kissing, with more passion and vigor. My hands slid through his hair and trailed down his shoulders, while his started on my hips but quickly slipped under my blouse to find my breasts. Before I knew it, my bra was uncomfortably askew, so I reached behind my back to release the hooks. Together we removed my blouse and bra. What followed was a lengthy and tender worship by him on my ample, natural bosom. His tongue swirled around each nipple while his hands gently kneaded and supported my breasts. It was driving me wild! He stood up, and I immediately unfastened his belt buckle and jeans. Now it was my turn to kneel and return some oral worship! Once his stiff cock was free from all clothing, my tongue teased his head, and my right hand cupped his balls. I used my left hand to guide his dick into my mouth, starting with just the head. I looked up to see his face, but it was too dark. His moans encouraged me to continue, and his fingers became tangled in my hair. I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking and licking down his length. After a while his hips began to thrust and his hand pushed my head and mouth further down his shaft. I knew that I wanted to fuck him, so I stopped before he came. Without words, he seemed to understand, so he lowered himself to the floor by my side. He removed my jeans and black thong. He pleasured my clit with his tongue, and slid a finger into my very wet naughty bits. "God you are so wet," he whispered with delight. "How do you want it?" I asked, shocked by how whorish I sounded. We both kind of laughed. Then he told me that he'd like me on my hands and knees. I felt him easily, yet firmly enter me from behind with skillful thrusts. I moaned and squealed with pleasure as his hips gained speed and depth. It did not take long for him to cum, and we collapsed into a seated spooning position. He hugged me from behind and reached around my front to fondle my breasts and rub my clit, bringing me close to an orgasm. "Is there something you'd like me to do for you?" he whispered. I paused, thinking about my husband's request. I really wasn't sure how the guy would react, so I almost did not ask. "What...?" he asked again, sensing I was holding back. "Can I eat your pussy?" "Would you mind if my husband listened while you did?" I asked. "Dial away!" So I did. I found my phone in my purse and pressed the speed dial button. I set the open phone on the chair beside us, and lay back on the floor. My new lover was waiting as I opened my legs, inviting him to taste my juices. I writhed as his tongue and fingers masterfully pleasured me. I purred with delight, and called out his name, knowing that we had an audience. The guy was truly talented! He made me twist and squirm until I bucked and cried out with an orgasm. I had to show my appreciation, and wanted to keep the show going for a little longer, so I crawled to him and once again took his cock into my mouth. I felt him grow hard again while I licked and sucked. I turned over and asked him to shoot his load onto my ass. He used one hand on himself and the other on me. He made me gasp and moan when he slid his fingers between my wet walls. We both came again, and were weak in the knees. I closed the phone. The show was over, and my new friend had to get home soon. I am sure that he had not planned on such a naughty field trip when he created his alibi. While we dressed and gathered our coats and belongings, he said that he'd like to repeat our rendezvous. Just before we walked out the door, I stood very close to him, gently caressed his jaw line, and told him that I respected his situation, and that I would leave it up to him to contact me. Then we kissed one last time. He set the alarm and locked up. We quickly said our final goodbyes and went to our separate cars and drove away. I texted my hubby to let him know I was on my way home. When I got home, I found him waiting for me in our bedroom. I was excited to relay all the sexy details about my date, and of course, ask him about listening in via the phone. We always enjoy excitement, heat, and passion when I get home from a date. I climbed on top of my hubby to straddle him as I began to weave my sexy story amid deep tongue kisses and groping. Given that I had called him to tell him where I was going, along with the phone call, I was certain he knew that I had been fucked, but I enjoyed detailing exactly what my new lover and I had done with each other. He was particularly curious to hear the play-by-play of the phone portion of the night. Then he asked me, "Do you want your pussy eaten for a second time, by another man?" I willingly laid back and opened my legs for him. My husband has amazing oral talents. His skill, coupled with my heightened arousal and extreme moisture, made my orgasm that much stronger, and more satisfying than usual. Now it was time for my hubby's pleasure. I was eager to take him into my mouth and perform my second blowjob of the night. Thoughts of my hubby listening while I had done the same to my new lover added to my enjoyment as I licked, sucked, teased, and coaxed the man that I love to an orgasm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My husband and I began our journey into this lifestyle a couple years ago. I have to say that this particular experience was ideal in my mind for many reasons: * There was chemistry and respect between "The Married Man" and me. * I was able to fulfill my husband's fantasy of listening in. * I was treated to stellar sexual passion and pleasure by not one, but TWO men. * I can honestly say, "I had my cake and ate it, too!" My hubby loves me, and allows me to explore a sexual awakening, which brings pleasure to both of us.