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 I Was Shared By My Very Confident Man

   It was December.  My husband and I had been married only a couple of
months.  My husband was working overnight, and because it was Christmas
break, the children were with other family members.

   I had the house to myself.  Bored, I decided to go into Yahoo Messenger
to find someone to chat with.  That was back when you could go into
individual rooms based upon your interest.

   I decided to go to a chat room for locals in my area.  I had just
started talking with a guy named "Todd" when my husband called.  He asked
what I was doing.  I told him that I had just started chatting up a guy on
the Internet.  My husband, feeling rather frisky, and taking me quite by
surprise, told me I should flirt with Todd.

   Harmless enough I thought, so I did.  I took suggestions from my
husband, and the conversation quickly turned from casual to sexual.  It
started off innocently, as temporary excitement between just my husband and
me.  I had no idea my night was about to change.

   My husband and I had fantasized during lovemaking about what it would be
like for me to occasionally try outside lovers.  I had thought the idea was
crazy, but it gave me something to think about.  My dear (very confident)
husband assured me he would be fine with it if I should ever decide to have
sex with another guy.

   The conversation with Todd progressed.  I discovered he was quite a bit
younger (24...  I am 43), and lived not even an hour away.  When I told my
husband about that he told me to invite the guy over.  I hesitated, but
thought there was no way the guy was going to come over without having even
exchanging a picture with him.

   But Todd was excited, particularly knowing my husband was on the phone
with me as we chatted.  I guess that may have been the one thing that led
to our encounter.  My husband hurried me to seal the deal as he had to get
back to work, but he assured me he would call me later.  If I had not done
so while he was still on the phone, I probably would have chickened out. 
It was not my "style" to make quick decisions...  particularly decisions
like that.  But there I sat with my cell phone in my hand, and a stranger
coming to my house in less than an hour.

   I poured a glass of wine and sat by the fire in the living room, pacing
every so often.  Part of me hoped Todd would not show, and part of me was
filled with excitement...  mostly because of the role my husband had
played. I studied myself in the mirror, and decided what I was wearing
would have to make due (faded skinny jeans, black tank top, and black
boots).  Besides I had no time to change.

   I was reeling in anticipation, hoping Todd would not be a
disappointment...  nor that I would be to him.  I saw the headlights bounce
off the window, and a wave of excitement and nausea hit me all at the same
time.

   Our house was quiet and dark, except for a small light in the kitchen
and the crackling fireplace in the living room.  I opened the door and
watched a tall (6'5), slender-built young man approach me.  He was
clean-cut, fair-haired, and nice-looking.  He was also a LOT more nervous
than I was.

   I asked him to sit by the fire to warm up, and I offered him a drink. 
He quickly accepted both offers.  When I returned with his drink he downed
it in a matter of seconds.  I remember telling him to "take a breath,"
which broke the ice.

   He was fascinated by the idea that I was married, and by the role my
husband had played in our meeting.  He said he had never done anything like
this before.  We talked for a few more minutes, before I got up to refresh
both of our drinks.  He followed me into the kitchen, where we both got a
first look at each other in brighter light.

   I asked if he felt more relaxed.  He said he was beginning to, until he
saw "how gorgeous" I was.  I told him he was quite attractive as well... 
and TALL.  We looked at each other for a brief moment...  you know that
moment when you first realize there is obvious chemistry (or perhaps lust).


   He bent down to kiss me, and within minutes we were involved in a full
blown make-out session.  My top and bra quickly slipped off, onto the
kitchen counter, and his shirt to the floor.  I grabbed his hand and led
him to my bedroom.  We quickly took off our shoes, and continued to grope
each other.

   I felt his cock through his jeans, and was pleased at how thick and long
it felt.  Desiring to spring his manhood, I started to unfasten his pants
when he took over and took them off himself with one hand as he attempted
to unbutton my jeans with his other hand.  I helped him in a frenzied
hurry, removing my jeans and jumping into my bed, pulling him in with me.

   Our desires quickly escalated to a good hour of licking and sucking.  He
was very good at oral, but I wanted to feel him inside me so badly I ached.
I had prepared myself for him missionary-style when the phone rang.  It was
my husband, and to be honest the excitement I felt earlier for my husband's
involvement had been temporarily forgotten.  I didn't want to answer the
phone in the heat of that moment, but I also didn't want my husband to be
worried, knowing I had invited a stranger to the house.

   So with Todd on top of me, at the point of entry, I told him to hold one
second while I told my husband everything was okay.  But my husband did not
settle for that.  He wanted to know what we were doing at that moment.  I
told him we were in the middle of playing in our bed, and that Todd was
about to enter me.  I told him that I would call him later, only to be
surprised yet again.

   My husband told me he wanted me to stay on the phone while Todd
penetrated me.  At first Todd hesitated, as did I, but the excitement of my
husband's involvement, coupled with the building of our heat, quickly
dissipated any anxiety, and he thrust into me...  hard...  several times,
making me gasp.  I was caught between Todd's cock in me, and trying to hold
onto the phone while I was enjoying that exhilarating intense moment which
seemed to last forever.

   After about 15 minutes of thrusting I could feel the heat of Todd's cum,
and the wave of our passion faded enough that I could hear the breathing
sounds of my husband on the phone.  It was a bit of an awkward moment, so I
told my husband that I must go so that I could attend to my guest.

   I thought Todd would compose himself, and that would be the end of our
date.  I was dead wrong.  He told me he came too quickly because he was
nervous due to my husband's involvement, and wanted to fuck again.  He
stayed the night, and we continued to fuck several times during that night.


   My husband called a couple more times, but I didn't answer his calls.  I
figured he thought I had gone to sleep.  The next morning, I told Todd he
must go because my husband would be coming home.  He wanted another fucking
session, but my pussy could not handle anymore.

   That young stud wore me out, and that is not an easy task for this girl.
I was also eager to take a shower and get rid of the evidence of our scene
before my husband's arrival, for I knew he would want details.  I had
details alright...  details that extended beyond the time he was on the
phone and knew about.

   I have to admit, that night with Todd was HOT!  Todd and I still keep in
touch.  Although he has asked many times for a repeat session, I have
declined.  I figure it would never be the same with him.

   However, that experience has opened me to the possibility of doing
something like that again...  particularly since my loving (and very
confident) husband keeps encouraging me to do so.