One dark and crisp autumn evening, after my husband and I had just made sweet love, we were discussing our sex life and desires.

I informed him he was a fantastic lover. He was sweet, endearing, kind, and aware of my overall needs. He, however, lacked the ability to just fuck me.

There are times when lovemaking is essential, and there are times when one just wants to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked without emotions attached. Without the exchange of names or simple pleasantries, to just feel the pleasure associated with banging.

I asked him how he would feel if I wanted to fuck a stranger and he were to watch. I was initially met with some deep reservations on his end.

I explained to him I liked being submissive and treated like a rag doll. There was something erotic in the thought of someone ordering and throwing me around while using me for their sexual benefit. The thought of this really, really excited me. Having my husband there made me feel safe enough to act on this strong impulse.

He agreed he couldn’t give me this as it was not in his comfort zone to do so, and after further discussion, the potential of this aroused us both.

I reminded him he always enjoyed other men’s wondering eyes focused on me. How he felt superior when he knew I was committed to him and not the men that lusted over me.

Once he agreed, I told him he could choose the candidate. I could tell this lit a fire deep inside of him. After many online conversations with willing solicitors, we found a perfect participant who lived about five miles away.

Before we sealed the deal, we set some ground rules. My husband would watch but not touch us while we were fucking. He was allowed to beat off and could choose to be in the same room as us if he wanted to be. Neither our stranger nor I wanted much in the way of conversation unless it was in regard to sexual orders.

He agreed to pick us up, and we would go back to his house for the evening. He would arrive that evening around 8 pm.

I could hardly contain myself. I took a shower in hopes of making the time go quicker until he would arrive. I let the water run down my body. I watched it drip down my breasts, down my torso, hips, and thighs until it ran down my legs, then into the drain.

I lathered myself with soap. The loofah brushing over the top of my nipples made them erect. I brushed my palms up and down over the top of them, and I felt a twinge between my legs. I turned the shower water down so it was a little cooler, as I was starting to feel the heat from excitement flush over me. With one hand playing with my boobs, the other found my clit. I rubbed and fingered myself until I felt the climax rain over me. I finished washing up and shaved. I wanted my new suitor to enjoy my smooth skin. I oiled myself up and got dressed.

I opted to wear a short floral sundress with nothing underneath. My perky round boobs looked great. My hard nipples showed through the thin fabric covering them. I debated wearing a lacy thong but then thought why bother—I'm going to end up naked anyway.

My husband entered our bedroom and smiled. He told me the dress I was wearing was his favorite. It showcased my long legs and round ass. He came up behind me and pulled my dress up to grab my ass. He pulled me in tight and kissed my neck. His warm breath comforted me. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my backside. I asked him if he wanted some pleasure before our night started. He declined, telling me this was my night. He wanted my anticipation to be at its height and my sexual desire to be at its peak.

He held me for a moment more before he left the room for me to finish getting ready. I tucked my loose curls behind my ears and put on some lip gloss and perfume. I was ready.

Before long, it was 8 pm and a large SUV pulled up to collect us. My heart skipped a beat. The moment had come! My sexual fantasy was about to become a reality!

Then I opened the door to the passenger seat of his vehicle, trying to flash him a little preview of my bare pussy. We made eye contact, and he licked his lips.

My husband opened the back door and got in.

As I got in, I saw him eyeing me up. I could tell he was pleased with what he saw. I too thought

My stranger was an attractive guy. He had dark hair, light eyes, and scruffy facial hair. He was tall with broad shoulders and sharp cheekbones. He had a gorgeous smile.

As we were making our way to his place, he started rubbing my thigh. He would tease me by getting close, but never touching my pussy. His soft fingertips made me so wet I could hardly contain my eagerness. I had a horny sensation wash over me that I knew only he could fulfill.

When we first arrived at his house, we made our way to the living room. He had my husband sit on the opposite side of the couch from him.

He had me show myself off. I was standing in front of him for inspection. He took my hand and began to spin me. My short dress lifted and flowed out, exposing my naked lower half. He stood up, placing his hands around my neck, pulling me in to kiss him. We started making out while my husband watched. I glanced over to him and saw the smirk on his face. I knew it was ok to go further.

I pushed him onto the couch and hopped on top of my stranger's lap, straddling him. I started grinding my hips on his groin. I could feel him get excited by my movement. He pulled my tits out and started groping and sucking them, leaving marks all over me. His large hands and mouth felt divine. He slid his hands up my dress and grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks a bit. I wanted him to explore every inch of my body.

He picked me up—tits still out—and moved me to his chair, spreading my legs open wide so he could see my pussy up close while he was kneeling between my legs. He took his index and middle fingers to spread my lips apart some more and began playing with my clit and fingering me. This made me moan with pleasure. He licked my clit commenting on how wet I was. I smiled and giggled, telling him I was so turned on. I asked what he was going to do to me next.

He looked at me and winked and then turned to my husband and told him he could get his cock out but he needed to stay across from us. He happily nodded in agreement and did just that.

My stranger looked back at me and told me I was his now. He had marked me, and my pussy was his. I eagerly agreed. He made me tell my husband I belonged to him. I looked at my sweet husband and told him I wasn’t his for the moment, that I belonged to my stranger and my pussy was his. My husband smiled at me, agreed, and just kept stroking his cock.

It was then the stranger ordered me back to the couch—and my husband to the chair—he wanted me to take his cock out and prove I was his. I happily took his thick, long, hard cock out of his jeans, placing it as deep in my mouth and throat as I could. I sucked hard and fast. Licking the head from time to time before I would take him balls-deep back into my mouth. I felt him hit my tonsils. I gazed into his blue eyes as he had his hand on the back of my head pulling my hair. He then had me position myself so he could finger me as I blew him. I sucked and licked his cock all the while I was being finger-fucked.

All of these sensations were driving me wild. I felt like I would climax soon.

My stranger must have realized this. He stopped me and grabbed me by the hand, leading me to the bedroom, telling my husband he could sit where he was and listen or he could join us in the bedroom to watch. My husband was ordered not to cum. He got up and followed us to the bedroom.

My stranger ripped my dress off. I heard it hit the floor as he undressed himself. He threw me onto the bed on my back and started fiercely licking my pussy. My legs were spread wide open for him. I started rubbing my swollen clit and telling my husband how good it felt. I couldn’t stop moaning, thighs shaking. He got on his knees over top of me and started smacking my clit with his hard cock. He then thrust it inside me.

He placed his hand around my neck softly enough to feel at ease but firm enough to be turned on. As he was doing this, he was looking at my husband, telling him I belonged to him now. That my pussy was his and his alone.

My husband kept stroking his cock and simply nodded his head in agreement. The stranger ordered him to say it. My husband told him to fuck me, hard. I belonged to him.

My stranger pushed his cock deep and hard inside of me in one strong motion. I screamed with pleasure and said, “Fuck me, I'm yours!”

He pounded my tight pussy like it had never been pounded before. He had my legs in the air while his hands were holding me at my knees. His thrust was so powerful, and his cock was so long and hard, he made me squirt. I began to squirt all over his cock, begging him for more, begging him not to stop. To use me for his own personal pleasure. I was his, after all. My breasts were bouncing up and down. I grabbed them and started playing with my nipples.

It wasn’t long after that he came inside of me, which was a huge turn-on. It was a load so large it instantly started pouring out.

After he pulled out and stepped out of the room to clean up, my husband came over and started licking my pussy clean. He wanted to taste me and the stranger together.

He told me watching me get fucked by another man was always one of his secret fantasies. He never brought it up, as he didn’t know how he would feel about sharing me. He told me he was glad we did this. That he would let me have alone time with the stranger now that he knew he could emotionally handle it.

As the stranger was coming back into the room, my husband was going to go lie on the couch for the night. He got in bed beside me and held me in his arms for a bit before telling me to prepare for another round.

I couldn’t wait for his big, hard cock to ram me again. The thought of my husband in the next room listening seemed both forbidden and thrilling. I felt the moisture surge between my legs. I looked at him and said, “Yes, master.”

He rolled me over onto all fours. Stroked his cock and said, “Get ready.”