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 My Date Night - Set Up By My Hubby

   My name is Beth.  I'm 30-years-old.  My husband Jim and I had been
discussing the possibility of me sleeping with other men.  We'd been
discussing it for months (and incidentally I was getting a lot of really
hot sex from my husband just by talking about it) when I finally agreed to
go out with a guy he had selected.

   He talked me into dressing up in a thigh high black mini skirt that I
had never worn before, and he even talked me into no underwear.  The white
top wasn't see-through, but so thin that goose bumps showed.  The final
touch was a pair of 4-inch black heels.

   Just putting that slutty outfit on, and knowing that I was going to wear
it in a public place in front of dozens of horny guys, got both of us so
excited that Jim took me into the bedroom fucked me like a mad man before
my "Date" arrived.

   After cleaning up, the doorbell rang, and Jim let my date in.  His name
was Ned, and I had met him several times before during office functions at
Jim's work.  He had also come over on several occasions to hang out with
Jim.

   We exchanged greetings, and I felt a bit self-conscious as I noticed Ned
staring at me in my skimpy outfit.  Jim said I should get the date started,
and told me to greet Ned with a nice kiss.

   I walked over to Ned, planning to give him a light kiss on the lips, but
Ned pulled me toward himself and proceeded to give me a deep wet kiss as
his hand explored my body.  He already knew my husband wanted it to be a
hot night for me.

   After fixing myself again, we all got into Ned's van and drove to the
chosen club, a rather sleazy pick-up place.  Ned parked the van at the edge
of the parking lot, with woods beyond.  My husband then got out and went
into the club.  He returned shortly and said, "Third table from the corner,
facing the bar, if you can get it."

   Almost in a daze I walked into the place with Ned.  The music was loud,
with a beat, but because this was a pick-up place, they were mostly slow
numbers.  I was so nervous when I walked in, but really excited too.

   I saw my husband at the bar, but pretended not to know him.  The table
he'd mentioned was empty so Ned and I sat at it.

   The waitress had just taken our order for drinks when the music started.
It was a slow number.  Ned asked me to dance.  We started to dance, and
after a short time we were pressed against each other, and I felt his cock
rising.  It gave me a sexy wanton feeling to rub against Ned's erection
while my husband watched us.

   The next dance I had with Jim.  I asked him, "Why that particular table
Hon?" He answered, "At that table I can see what's going on below the
table, but no one else in the bar can, unless they're sitting right beside
me.  You can get as nasty as you want, and Ned and I are the only ones
who'll know." I knew my husband was enjoying my "date night," just as I was
beginning to also.

   During the next dance I got bolder.  I put my hands on Ned's butt and
pulled him tight to me.  I pressed my breasts to his chest, and rubbed
against him.  In another place that would have been tacky, but there, it
was just a little wilder than the action going on around us.

   By the time the dance was finished I was wet and sticky, and my nipples
were hard sensitive knobs.

   Back at the table, we started to talk.  I tried to make some small talk,
when he stopped me and said, looking directly into my eyes, "I'm not very
talkative.  I'm just the guy Jim asked to go out with you.  I know we are
going to fuck before the night is over...  and I expect that we are going
to fuck each other silly before the night is over.  We don'y need any small
talk."

   My eyes opened wide, and my jaw dropped open, but didn't say anything. I
picked up my drink and emptied the glass.  Then I turned toward my 'Date',
and brushed my chest against his bare arm.

   With the top I was wearing, it was as if I had brushed my bare nipple
against his skin.  He recognized that as a go ahead, and dropped his hand
to caress my thigh.  I let his hand stay a moment before I put my hand on
his, pushing the palm of his hand firmly against the skin of my leg.

   He moved his hand up my thigh to my pussy.  When he felt my bald slit
instead of panties, he started to stroke it.  Ned told me to spread my
thighs, and his hand moved over my slit.  God I loved it when his fingers
started exploring, it was so exciting to not know what was going to happen
next.

   I glanced over at my husband to see how he was taking the action.  He
was acting like he didn't notice us.  But I could tell he was excited by
the expression on his face.  I also noticed a rather large bulge in his
pants as he sat there at the bar.  Thinking of bulges, I moved my hand to
my date's pants, caressing his big erection gently before unzipping him and
moving my hand down inside his pants to clasp his hot prick.  In the
meantime his fingers worked up and down my slit, sending surges of pleasure
through me.

   He dutifully kept up his finger action on my slit, forcing wonderful
waves of forbidden pleasure through my pussy.  My fingers moved to his
cockhead, and I felt the dribble of his pre-cum.  His fingers were
massaging my clit.  A little more action like that and we'd both cum.

   We had to leave.  "Let's go somewhere more private," Ned moaned.  So we
got up to leave.  I saw my husband just ahead of us.

   As soon as we got to the side of the van away from the bar, Ned and I
started kissing passionately.  When the kiss ended, Ned pulled my top open,
freeing my breasts.  His hand moved to the hard nubs of my nipples.  He
squeezed them, hard, sending shocks of pleasure down to my pussy.  My
husband was standing several feet away...  intently watching us.

   Then Ned's lips covered one nipple and his tongue flicked the tip.  His
free hand went down to my hem, and lifted my skirt up past my hips.  Then
his hand moved down again, to the sopping flesh between my pussy lips.  I
moved my legs wider, giving him easier access.

   I was intensely aware of the lewd scene we must have made.  In a place
where anyone could be watching, my breasts were exposed, my dress lifted
up, and Ned's fingers were pleasuring me between my legs.  In fact, I knew
that my husband was watching everything.  But, the very slutiness of my
actions only excited me more.

   My hand went to his waist, I undid his belt and tugged at his pants,
pulling them down, first his pants, then his underpants fell to his ankles.
His stiff cock sprang free, and my fingers wrapped around it.  I hadn't
actually seen it yet, but it felt big, and rigid.

   At the same time, his fingers moved lower, and pushed into my cunt until
finally he had three fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing my clit.  As
my fingers moved from base to tip of his cock, I looked down, and was
startled.  He had a real monster between his legs.  A quick glance caused
me to judge that he had to be at least 6 inches round and conservatively 9
inches long.  I thought of what it would be like to take it all inside me.

   Then Ned moved closer.  Even though I was wearing 4" heels, his cock
still reached to my belly button.  He crouched down until his cock-head
nudged my hole.  Leaning against the van, I spread my legs a bit further
apart to open my pussy lips.

   I knew that he was going to fuck me there and then, and I helped him
position that big dark monster.  Slowly he straightened up and pressed
forward.  His thick cock stretched me wide as he pushed into me, deeper and
deeper, pressing me back against the van.  At last his pubic bone mashed
against my clit.  "Oh god, I'm stuffed, and it feels so fucking good!" I
gasped.

   Slowly he withdrew until only the head was in me.  Then he slammed his
cock into me, hard.  "Yessss!" I hissed.  "That's how I like it.  Give it
to me hard!" A few savage strokes later, I stiffened.  "Jesus, I'm
cumming," I moaned.  "OH GOD YES!, FUCK YES!"

   Even after I exploded in orgasm he continued to fuck away at me.  My
orgasm was ebbing when he rammed his cock into me a final time.  I felt his
body stiffen.  New waves of orgasmic pleasure broke over me as I realized
that a strange man was blasting load after load of his cream deep into me.

   Finally, his cock slipped out of me.  He pulled on his pants.  Then he
told me he was going to take me home and fuck me all weekend.

   As he fixed himself, I remained leaning against the van, his come
drooling from my cunt.  I watched my husband step closer.  Even though this
was all his idea, I was nervous.  How would he react to my slutty
performance?

   He opened the side door of the van and abruptly pulled me in with him.
He pushed me down onto the carpeted floor of the van, and dropped his
pants, his cock jutted out stiffly.  I wrapped my fingers around it, and
watched the pre-cum drool from the head.

   "That was so slutty." he said.  "I loved it!  Now, I want you to be just
as slutty with me."

   "Oh yes!" I said, "I want you to pound your big beautiful cock into me
until you shoot your come deep into my cunt.  I want two men's come in me
tonight baby." Incredibly I was horny again, even hornier than I had been
when my cunt was full of Ned's cock.

   Before I'd finished speaking, Jim's cock was inside me.  He pounded
savagely into me.  Just what I needed.  In a bit, I was moaning and
squirming under him.  He kept pounding me, and he reached down to tug at my
clit.  That did it!  My cunt spasmed around his cock.  I gasped, "I'm
cummming!  Spray me with your hot cream honey.  Do it now!  I want your cum
in with my lover's."

   That set him off!  His hot juice filled my already sloppy tunnel.  His
fingers pinched my clit again.  Together, the sensations intensified my
climax.  For a bit, the pleasure was so overwhelming it was almost painful.

   Ned spoke with Jim for a few minutes before the both of them approached
me.  Jim then told me it was going to be Ned's weekend date.  He gave me a
deep kiss and then kinda pushed me toward Ned.

   Jim waved and walked away, saying he would take a cab home, Before he
left he told me to be a good date for Ned, and that he couldn't wait to
hear about the remainder of the weekend when Ned brought me home.

   That weekend Ned screwed me over and over, in every conceivable
position. By the time he took me home I was thoroughly drained (as was
he... I made sure of it).  I had lots to tell my dear hubby.