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The night began innocently enough. It was one of our date nights that we’d started the month before to try and reconnect with each other. We were going out for a couple of glasses of wine, our youngest fast asleep in bed, and the older two both home and willing to give Mommy and Daddy a well deserved night off. Daddy was certainly looking forward to this, and looking at the twinkle in my wife’s eye, the feeling was mutual.
The date nights were more my idea, having felt a big marginalised since the birth of our third c***d a couple of years before, and with busy, stressful careers, two older c***dren who needed driving all over god’s creation, a house that needed constant repair,... Necessity had pushed our marriage and particularly our sex life way down on the priority list.
When we did have sex it was always fun, but it was squeezed into those moments in between everything else and so it was less frequent and more transactional in nature ‘have we had sex this week - yes, check’. We both orgasmed from sex, her only from oral sex, but I couldn’t remember the last time we had tried a new position, a new sex toy, shared a fantasy, talked dirty to each other.
I was feeling the need to spice things up in the bedroom. My wife was game in theory, but she just didn’t have the energy or we didn’t make the time to do anything other than pretty vanilla stuff. I love her to pieces, find her so damn sexy still after all these years, and crave her love, her attention, her body on a daily basis. Some would say she was lucky, but often times I felt like my (over?)active libido was yet another obligation she felt she wasn’t able to full meet.
We had actually begun to see a marriage counsellor a couple of weeks previous and it was an excellent experience. We both felt we had made a bit of a breakthrough, but we knew we would not likely see any significant improvements given all the other priorities which would remain.
On that particular date night, a Saturday while our usual date nights were on a Tuesday or Thursday, we went to a downtown wine bar, not far from the red light district. It was a cool, hip place, filled with 20 and 30 somethings. But we were looking good, having worked out for the past several months, and we fit right in. The vibe was good, the energy between us was right, and the open and frank discussions with the ther****t had really helped us start to say some things to each other that had remained unspoken for years.
My wife looked gorgeous as always, her long blonde hair worn in a ponytail over a tight fitting white button down shirt and dark blue Pepe jeans that perfectly showed off her gorgeous curves with new black high heels that she had bought the previous weekend. She looked so classy, so simple and comfortable in her dressed down elegance. Even at 19 when we met there was something about the way she carried herself that told me this was a special woman different from other girls. I don’t necessarily believe in love at first sight, but there was definitely something about her that gripped me from the moment she caught my eye.
Now in our early 40’s, the classiness that she had at 19 remained, and her youthful, vibrant sexiness had evolved into a more mature, composed sexiness. She was a definite MILF, no doubt a subject of our son’s friends’ teenage fantasies, with her very womanly curves and 36C natural boobs.
Tonight as we walked into the bar several men and women stopped to have a look, I think at both of us but certainly a couple of guys were checking her out. And though she normally was quite demure when she received looks, tonight she had a different kind of energy, soliciting the attention, encouraging it. Certainly she was enjoying the looks, and rightly so - my wife worked extremely hard, in her career and as a mother and homemaker and she deserved to feel great. I told her how hot she looked, and she blushed and repaid the complement.
We sat down and ordered drinks, a Gin and Tonic for her and a Hibiki on the rocks for me. The conversation which so often focused on the k**s or the house was different, right away. It was about us, it was about trips we wanted to take, potential career moves, with a bit of gossip about colleagues, family or friends mixed in.
I noticed her look up dramatically, very unlike her, when a group of 30 something guys walked on, with one in particular catching her eye. He was exactly her type, big smile, bright eyes, well built and sharply dressed. I saw her try and catch his eye, and, contrary to what I would have thought, it was kind of a turn on to see her noticeably checking out another man. I filed that thought away for the moment, certain I would have to bring it up to her when we went home that night for what I hoped would be a hot session. Little did I know what this night had in store…
We continued to drink, moving from cocktails to wine, and after another couple of glasses and enthralling conversation, I grabbed her hand impulsively and suggested that I wanted to fuck immediately. She smiled a sexy smile and said “be patient” and took my forefinger in her mouth and sucked on it before getting up to go to the toilet. When she came back she had let her ponytail out and unbuttoned an extra button. My mouth was dry and my dick semi-hard. I had to have this beautiful creature, in the toilet, in the car.
She saw the desire in my eyes, mouthing ‘come here’ and coaxing me up out of my seat to the dance floor. We began to dance slowly, sensually, one of my hands on her hips, one her arms around my neck and shoulder, moving back and forth to the music. We started to grind a bit more and when I looked in her eyes, I could see how much she was enjoying this. I realised soon that it was not just the dancing and me that she was enjoying, but the attention she was attracting - she was soaking it up and her pussy was starting to get wet.
After a bit more dancing she said we should go. We got to the car and started making out passionately, my hands on her boobs and ass, hers on my now rock hard cock. I undid the top two buttons of her jeans and slid my hand down, into her panties, and easily slipping my middle finger into her hot, wet, slippery pussy. After a while of this I suggested we get home and finish this properly, but to my surprise she said no, that it was too early and she wanted to stay out. I asked her what she had in mind, and she said let’s go to a strip club.
Best. Date. Night. EVER. :-)
Soon we found a club and went inside. I paid 10 euros for a cheap, small, stale beer and she had a glass of wine that she couldn’t drink. The strippers were either very skinny (d**g issues?) or quite chubby and didn’t do a thing for either of us. We left within a few minutes. I noticed a sex shop and cinema just diagonally and given my wife’s current mood, I thought ‘fuck it’, l’m going to suggest that we go inside. Once again, I was surprised when she said yes.
The sex shop was a typical one you see in movies or online, with a fat old guy working behind the counter, another younger tough guy the muscle. We looked around for a bit, focused on butt plugs (my wife was intrigued with the idea of anal sex and she liked it when I put a finger in her asshole during cunnilingus but it never evolved into full on anal sex) some ridiculous sized dildoes and different masks, collars and ball gags.
I noticed a guy going up the stairs following a sign that said cinema. The guy behind the counter said we could go up for free, and we could pay on exit if we decided to stay. That barrier removed, we went upstairs and found two small 15 seat theaters. In one of the theatres there were 5 men, sitting separately, completely naked or with their pants pulled down to their ankles, all of them stroking their cocks to the dated porn film on the screen.
My wife was equal parts fascinated, equal parts disgusted seeing these men all sitting there with their cocks out. I could see once again though a hint of desire. She leaned over to me and whispered that she wanted to go in but that she didn’t want anyone to touch her. I reassured her that anyone touching her would be met with my fist. She grabbed my hand and we entered.
The men were not used to a woman in such a setting and one was clearly not comfortable and quickly pulled up his pants and left. Three of the other men adjusted or covered themselves, but the last one blissfully continued doing what he was doing, unaware that any of us were there. My wife and I sat down in the seats up in the front, removing our jackets, and getting comfortable. I had my arm around my wife’s shoulders and was playing with her hair, and stroking her neck just below her ear, something that I knew drove her wild. The porn on the screen wasn’t anything special but it was sensual if vanilla sex.
My wife, one part apprehensive and another part absolutely turned on, was hyperaware of what was around her. I began to kiss her neck and ear and moved around to her lips, sucking and biting gently as she pretended to watch the film. Soon she was kissing me back hungrily, her hand on my chest, then moving down to my hard cock. She suddenly stopped me and pulled back, looking into my eyes with a passion I hadn’t seen in a very long time. She grabbed onto my hand for support and she stood up in front of the screen and, with her hand slightly shaking, looked out at the audience and started to slowly unbutton her shirt. Is this really happening? I looked back at the men in the audience and they were entranced, jerking their cocks faster. She took off her shirt and threw it at me. She turned around and unfastened her bra and sliding it off, covering her gorgeous breasts with her hands, before pulling them away and starting to slowly dance for me and her audience.
She came towards me and pulled me to stand up next to her, started to kiss me passionately, pushing her breasts into my chest. She grabbed my hand and pulled it down into her pants and I started to finger her, first one finger but she was so wet I easily slipped two fingers inside and played with her clit with my thumb. She started to moan and grind against my hand. After 30 seconds of this and her breath indicating she was getting closer and closer to coming she whispered in my ear once more, ‘Fuck me.
At that stage I would have loved to do nothing more but I knew there was a golden opportunity to do something we and she would never do again.
I had secretly fantasised about watching my wife with other men, a fantasy I never thought we would honestly pursue, but in that moment, full of lust, I threw caution to the wind. I pulled up her out of the theatre into a dark room with a red light I had seen on the way into the theatre. I had read that this sex shop had a glory hole, and here it was, a small space with a stool, all in black and the red light. At first she thought I was pulling her into the new room to fuck her, and as soon as we closed the door she began to passionately grind against me and pull down my pants. At this point I took control and told her to get on her knees.
Although my wife was not into being a submissive, in this moment she accepted my direction and got down on her knees and started to open my pants. I told her to stop, and could see the confused look in her eyes when I left her on her knees, and walked out of the room, saying ‘wait here’. I walked next door into another closed space, and closed the door, and found the hole in the wall and put my dick through the hole. I knocked on the wall, and I could see her move towards my hard cock. She understood what was happening and she took me in her mouth, sucking me vigorously. Soon she had put her hand down her pants and started to rub herself and softly moan. After a little while, I pulled away and told her I was coming inside.
In between leaving that room and coming back into her space, I went back into the theatre and told a couple of the guys to follow me. I pointed them towards the room I just left and went into the room with my wife. She was there, beyond horny and waiting for me to finish off. Little did she know our wild date night was about to become the most kinky sex of our lives.
I knocked on the wall and told my confused wife to turn towards the hole. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth when a big white cock came through the hole. She looked at me and mouthed ‘no’, but my eyes were telling her yes. She slowly grabbed the tip of the stranger’s cock in her hand and started to slowly stroke just the head with her fingers in that expert way she did. We could hear through the wall that the stranger was enjoying her touch. She reached through the hole and pulled his cock closer and started to jerk him off more vigorously. I pulled her to her feet and pulled down her pants and panties and thrust in my fingers again. She let out a moan and started slowly grinding against my fingers and hand. Soon she was thrusting herself on my now three fingers, with my thumb rhythmically going up and down and around her clit. She started to moan a bit louder and to my and her surprise she kept going harder and faster until she climaxed loudly.
Normally after climax she needed to stop and relax but this time I did not let her. I pushed her mouth towards the stranger’s cock and she pushed back at first but then took it in her mouth hungrily. I found her pussy in the red light and grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her from behind while she sucked him off. Soon she was cumming again loudly, and that sent both me and the stranger over the edge, with the two of us reaching climax, his cum going all over her face and tits.
She stood up and looking at me, cum all over her, with an absolute look of satisfaction, I wiped her off and we kissed passionately, knowing that we had experienced something so different to our normal sex life. We were in disbelief at what we had just done. It was just sex, but we had involved a stranger for the first time ever, and in my mind I hoped that we had started down a path of more exploration and experimentation. But that was for later - for now I was just going to enjoy the amazing sexual experience and my gorgeous, classy, sexy wife.
The date nights were more my idea, having felt a big marginalised since the birth of our third c***d a couple of years before, and with busy, stressful careers, two older c***dren who needed driving all over god’s creation, a house that needed constant repair,... Necessity had pushed our marriage and particularly our sex life way down on the priority list.
When we did have sex it was always fun, but it was squeezed into those moments in between everything else and so it was less frequent and more transactional in nature ‘have we had sex this week - yes, check’. We both orgasmed from sex, her only from oral sex, but I couldn’t remember the last time we had tried a new position, a new sex toy, shared a fantasy, talked dirty to each other.
I was feeling the need to spice things up in the bedroom. My wife was game in theory, but she just didn’t have the energy or we didn’t make the time to do anything other than pretty vanilla stuff. I love her to pieces, find her so damn sexy still after all these years, and crave her love, her attention, her body on a daily basis. Some would say she was lucky, but often times I felt like my (over?)active libido was yet another obligation she felt she wasn’t able to full meet.
We had actually begun to see a marriage counsellor a couple of weeks previous and it was an excellent experience. We both felt we had made a bit of a breakthrough, but we knew we would not likely see any significant improvements given all the other priorities which would remain.
On that particular date night, a Saturday while our usual date nights were on a Tuesday or Thursday, we went to a downtown wine bar, not far from the red light district. It was a cool, hip place, filled with 20 and 30 somethings. But we were looking good, having worked out for the past several months, and we fit right in. The vibe was good, the energy between us was right, and the open and frank discussions with the ther****t had really helped us start to say some things to each other that had remained unspoken for years.
My wife looked gorgeous as always, her long blonde hair worn in a ponytail over a tight fitting white button down shirt and dark blue Pepe jeans that perfectly showed off her gorgeous curves with new black high heels that she had bought the previous weekend. She looked so classy, so simple and comfortable in her dressed down elegance. Even at 19 when we met there was something about the way she carried herself that told me this was a special woman different from other girls. I don’t necessarily believe in love at first sight, but there was definitely something about her that gripped me from the moment she caught my eye.
Now in our early 40’s, the classiness that she had at 19 remained, and her youthful, vibrant sexiness had evolved into a more mature, composed sexiness. She was a definite MILF, no doubt a subject of our son’s friends’ teenage fantasies, with her very womanly curves and 36C natural boobs.
Tonight as we walked into the bar several men and women stopped to have a look, I think at both of us but certainly a couple of guys were checking her out. And though she normally was quite demure when she received looks, tonight she had a different kind of energy, soliciting the attention, encouraging it. Certainly she was enjoying the looks, and rightly so - my wife worked extremely hard, in her career and as a mother and homemaker and she deserved to feel great. I told her how hot she looked, and she blushed and repaid the complement.
We sat down and ordered drinks, a Gin and Tonic for her and a Hibiki on the rocks for me. The conversation which so often focused on the k**s or the house was different, right away. It was about us, it was about trips we wanted to take, potential career moves, with a bit of gossip about colleagues, family or friends mixed in.
I noticed her look up dramatically, very unlike her, when a group of 30 something guys walked on, with one in particular catching her eye. He was exactly her type, big smile, bright eyes, well built and sharply dressed. I saw her try and catch his eye, and, contrary to what I would have thought, it was kind of a turn on to see her noticeably checking out another man. I filed that thought away for the moment, certain I would have to bring it up to her when we went home that night for what I hoped would be a hot session. Little did I know what this night had in store…
We continued to drink, moving from cocktails to wine, and after another couple of glasses and enthralling conversation, I grabbed her hand impulsively and suggested that I wanted to fuck immediately. She smiled a sexy smile and said “be patient” and took my forefinger in her mouth and sucked on it before getting up to go to the toilet. When she came back she had let her ponytail out and unbuttoned an extra button. My mouth was dry and my dick semi-hard. I had to have this beautiful creature, in the toilet, in the car.
She saw the desire in my eyes, mouthing ‘come here’ and coaxing me up out of my seat to the dance floor. We began to dance slowly, sensually, one of my hands on her hips, one her arms around my neck and shoulder, moving back and forth to the music. We started to grind a bit more and when I looked in her eyes, I could see how much she was enjoying this. I realised soon that it was not just the dancing and me that she was enjoying, but the attention she was attracting - she was soaking it up and her pussy was starting to get wet.
After a bit more dancing she said we should go. We got to the car and started making out passionately, my hands on her boobs and ass, hers on my now rock hard cock. I undid the top two buttons of her jeans and slid my hand down, into her panties, and easily slipping my middle finger into her hot, wet, slippery pussy. After a while of this I suggested we get home and finish this properly, but to my surprise she said no, that it was too early and she wanted to stay out. I asked her what she had in mind, and she said let’s go to a strip club.
Best. Date. Night. EVER. :-)
Soon we found a club and went inside. I paid 10 euros for a cheap, small, stale beer and she had a glass of wine that she couldn’t drink. The strippers were either very skinny (d**g issues?) or quite chubby and didn’t do a thing for either of us. We left within a few minutes. I noticed a sex shop and cinema just diagonally and given my wife’s current mood, I thought ‘fuck it’, l’m going to suggest that we go inside. Once again, I was surprised when she said yes.
The sex shop was a typical one you see in movies or online, with a fat old guy working behind the counter, another younger tough guy the muscle. We looked around for a bit, focused on butt plugs (my wife was intrigued with the idea of anal sex and she liked it when I put a finger in her asshole during cunnilingus but it never evolved into full on anal sex) some ridiculous sized dildoes and different masks, collars and ball gags.
I noticed a guy going up the stairs following a sign that said cinema. The guy behind the counter said we could go up for free, and we could pay on exit if we decided to stay. That barrier removed, we went upstairs and found two small 15 seat theaters. In one of the theatres there were 5 men, sitting separately, completely naked or with their pants pulled down to their ankles, all of them stroking their cocks to the dated porn film on the screen.
My wife was equal parts fascinated, equal parts disgusted seeing these men all sitting there with their cocks out. I could see once again though a hint of desire. She leaned over to me and whispered that she wanted to go in but that she didn’t want anyone to touch her. I reassured her that anyone touching her would be met with my fist. She grabbed my hand and we entered.
The men were not used to a woman in such a setting and one was clearly not comfortable and quickly pulled up his pants and left. Three of the other men adjusted or covered themselves, but the last one blissfully continued doing what he was doing, unaware that any of us were there. My wife and I sat down in the seats up in the front, removing our jackets, and getting comfortable. I had my arm around my wife’s shoulders and was playing with her hair, and stroking her neck just below her ear, something that I knew drove her wild. The porn on the screen wasn’t anything special but it was sensual if vanilla sex.
My wife, one part apprehensive and another part absolutely turned on, was hyperaware of what was around her. I began to kiss her neck and ear and moved around to her lips, sucking and biting gently as she pretended to watch the film. Soon she was kissing me back hungrily, her hand on my chest, then moving down to my hard cock. She suddenly stopped me and pulled back, looking into my eyes with a passion I hadn’t seen in a very long time. She grabbed onto my hand for support and she stood up in front of the screen and, with her hand slightly shaking, looked out at the audience and started to slowly unbutton her shirt. Is this really happening? I looked back at the men in the audience and they were entranced, jerking their cocks faster. She took off her shirt and threw it at me. She turned around and unfastened her bra and sliding it off, covering her gorgeous breasts with her hands, before pulling them away and starting to slowly dance for me and her audience.
She came towards me and pulled me to stand up next to her, started to kiss me passionately, pushing her breasts into my chest. She grabbed my hand and pulled it down into her pants and I started to finger her, first one finger but she was so wet I easily slipped two fingers inside and played with her clit with my thumb. She started to moan and grind against my hand. After 30 seconds of this and her breath indicating she was getting closer and closer to coming she whispered in my ear once more, ‘Fuck me.
At that stage I would have loved to do nothing more but I knew there was a golden opportunity to do something we and she would never do again.
I had secretly fantasised about watching my wife with other men, a fantasy I never thought we would honestly pursue, but in that moment, full of lust, I threw caution to the wind. I pulled up her out of the theatre into a dark room with a red light I had seen on the way into the theatre. I had read that this sex shop had a glory hole, and here it was, a small space with a stool, all in black and the red light. At first she thought I was pulling her into the new room to fuck her, and as soon as we closed the door she began to passionately grind against me and pull down my pants. At this point I took control and told her to get on her knees.
Although my wife was not into being a submissive, in this moment she accepted my direction and got down on her knees and started to open my pants. I told her to stop, and could see the confused look in her eyes when I left her on her knees, and walked out of the room, saying ‘wait here’. I walked next door into another closed space, and closed the door, and found the hole in the wall and put my dick through the hole. I knocked on the wall, and I could see her move towards my hard cock. She understood what was happening and she took me in her mouth, sucking me vigorously. Soon she had put her hand down her pants and started to rub herself and softly moan. After a little while, I pulled away and told her I was coming inside.
In between leaving that room and coming back into her space, I went back into the theatre and told a couple of the guys to follow me. I pointed them towards the room I just left and went into the room with my wife. She was there, beyond horny and waiting for me to finish off. Little did she know our wild date night was about to become the most kinky sex of our lives.
I knocked on the wall and told my confused wife to turn towards the hole. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth when a big white cock came through the hole. She looked at me and mouthed ‘no’, but my eyes were telling her yes. She slowly grabbed the tip of the stranger’s cock in her hand and started to slowly stroke just the head with her fingers in that expert way she did. We could hear through the wall that the stranger was enjoying her touch. She reached through the hole and pulled his cock closer and started to jerk him off more vigorously. I pulled her to her feet and pulled down her pants and panties and thrust in my fingers again. She let out a moan and started slowly grinding against my fingers and hand. Soon she was thrusting herself on my now three fingers, with my thumb rhythmically going up and down and around her clit. She started to moan a bit louder and to my and her surprise she kept going harder and faster until she climaxed loudly.
Normally after climax she needed to stop and relax but this time I did not let her. I pushed her mouth towards the stranger’s cock and she pushed back at first but then took it in her mouth hungrily. I found her pussy in the red light and grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her from behind while she sucked him off. Soon she was cumming again loudly, and that sent both me and the stranger over the edge, with the two of us reaching climax, his cum going all over her face and tits.
She stood up and looking at me, cum all over her, with an absolute look of satisfaction, I wiped her off and we kissed passionately, knowing that we had experienced something so different to our normal sex life. We were in disbelief at what we had just done. It was just sex, but we had involved a stranger for the first time ever, and in my mind I hoped that we had started down a path of more exploration and experimentation. But that was for later - for now I was just going to enjoy the amazing sexual experience and my gorgeous, classy, sexy wife.
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