From the Wife;
So...all the husband asked for for his birthday was for him and another man to give me an erotic massage. Simple, right? Ummm....no! As much as he wanted this and as much as we talked about this day, I was a complete and utter bitch. I was so uncomfortable and NOT wanting this to happen. But being the wonderful sweet wife I am, I conceded and let it happen.
It was a rainy night. No...a record breaking flooding night. My husband checked us into a hotel that had a restaurant attached and I drank. I DRANK. I was so nervous, pissed, excited that you wouldn't believe. And low and behold...the person he asked to meet us didn't show up because there was a major flood where he worked. TOTALLY understandable. But I was a nervous wreck to begin with, can you imagine what I was feeling like now...my first time? Well, my husband being the horny and resourceful person he is, had a standby.
The standby, can I tell you how HOT he was? Well, I was naked when he arrived BUT I was wrapped in a sheet because I was totally freaked out.
When he arrived, he sat in a chair and talked to us, to me so normally. He was wonderful in how he made me more at ease. BUT since it was my first "experience" I was shaking the entire time he was there. I mean the ENTIRE time! He joined us on the bed and they pulled the sheet down and my husband and our first experience started massaging me up my legs, my arms, my neck. Sounds erotic, yes? It was, BUT it was so nerve racking!!! It has nothing to do with the wonderful men I was with and everything to do with me. I didn't know what I was thinking. I was sleepy and buzzed and freaking nervous!
The other man was wonderful and sweet. I liked him very much. He kissed me and since I was with my husband, he was the first man I have kissed. I really liked it. I liked him caressing me. But there was NO way I was ready for the next step. He didn't even take off his clothes.
Can I tell you that he was WONDERFUL?! As nervous as I was in the moment I had no regrets the next day.

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