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My husband and I had been together over 20 years, so over time had discussed the possibility of spicing up our marriage with another couple, although we’d never attempted to do anything about it.
So 10 years ago while on holidays in Benidorm my husband dared me to try to pick someone up. So at the next bar, my husband bought us drinks but then went and sat at another table leaving me alone near the doors. It wasn’t long before a guy, about 20 years my junior, arrived and came over to my table and started chatting me up. He was on a stag party from Coventry but had left the other guys at another bar, intent on getting lucky.
During our conversation, the guy kept trying to get me to accompany him to his room but I just played it cool until after about 40 minutes when I figured I had wasted enough of his remaining night that he’d have no alternatives when I dropped my bombshell. I indicated to my husband to come over.
The guy was a bit perplexed to see my husband arrive and my husband didn’t know if I’d closed the deal, which I hadn’t, but my husband offered me to the guy on the condition he could watch. The guy was really nervous and kept saying “But I’m not gay” and it took a while for my husband to convince him likewise but eventually he accepted after we’d managed to reassure him he wasn’t going to be robbed or beaten up or anything bad.
The guy was nervous on the 15 minute walk home so I held his hand. I was old enough to be his mother.
It was pretty awkward at first in the room but my husband broke the ice by saying that nobody knew how this should work, so just to relax and enjoy ourselves
The guy stripped off and lay on the bed. I took off my shorts, leaving on my thong and top. I climbed on top of him and started kissing him. (My husband later confessed that this part caused him a pang of jealousy; he knew we’d have sex but hadn’t fully thought through the mechanics and it hadn’t occurred to him that I’d have to kiss the guy.)
After some kissing the guy took off my top and undid my bra. He started sucking my nipples and groping my breasts and ass. After 5 minutes or so, I climbed off him and reached across to the dressing table where I had left the condoms.
I had felt the guy’s hardness between my legs as I straddled him but that was through the fabric of my knickers. Now with the condom in my hand, I reached for his cock with my other. This was the first time in nearly a quarter of a century that I had intimately touched another man.
Thinking back later I should have sucked his dick and licked his balls a while, but I was too nervous so instead I just unrolled the condom down his shaft. I then slipped off my thong and climbed on him again, cowgirl style, but this time with him penetrating me. (My husband later expressed his shock at how quickly I had mounted the guy, without any hesitation nor seemingly any thoughts of our marriage vows. “But you asked me to do it !!!”)
The guy was breathing heavily as I rode his cock and he sucked my breasts.
My husband watched from a chair in the corner. After a while, I called him over but he said he was fine watching. I demanded him over. He relented and as he reached the bed I leaned over and pulled his cock out of his shorts and started sucking him. I asked him to get on the bed so he’d be closer and it would be more comfortable for me, but my husband noticed the guy’s discomfort at the situation so he suggested a change of position. And so I got my first and only spitroast as the guy fucked me while I sucked my husband. The two men must have had a male bonding moment as I noticed my husband pushing my ass back onto the guy’s cock while the guy reciprocated by pushing my head onto my husband’s cock.
It didn’t last long before the guy came and being new to the lifestyle we then just threw the him out of our hotel room. He asked for my number for a repeat the following night but we told him we were leaving the next day. He laughed and said that he felt used and then went happily home to tell his mates next day who no doubt called him a liar. (He definitely had the best story of the weekend).
If I’d known how hard it would be to repeat the experience I’d have asked for his number. (Funnily although he had asked for my number, he never asked me my name).
In the end up, despite him being so young, he was a very cool customer, although I’d say a lot of it was the alcohol. On all sides.
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