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By Anonymous Author (address withheld)

I am an Asian married lady of 36, and my husband comes from a white Presbyterian family who didn't really approve of our marriage. By reading this story, please don't think we have had no bad experiences or troubles. All is never rosy all the time. A great outside-the-home sexual experience may also have an ingredient or two that wasn't nice. No one wants to hear too much about that. So I write about what pleased me.
Some quick background: We didn't start out this way, but through role playing, fantasies, fantasy reading, etc., my husband and I both developed a fascination for other men (strange men) having sex with me and then my husband listening to my adventure and having sex with me afterward. His most explicit fantasy is for me to dress slutty, heavy on the lipstick, and have sex with a stranger, then come right home for him to get on top of me and do all the same things before I clean up. My fantasy is to have sex with other men and to broaden my experiences with men, but it wouldn't matter quite as much as to the extreme of my dress.
And so...
On this particular summer evening in July of last year, my getting-ready started in the same way. It was Friday night which is the best night for dance lounge visits crowded, standing room only, live music, dimly lit dance area, easy to share the spotlight with other women and girls who were dressed sexy too.
I take a long, hot baths, and have discovered that I can increase my internal sexual heat by bringing to the tub a few printed out erotic stories that my husband has downloaded from the Internet. Just browsing the stories. It was just this type of reading that my husband Brett and I did in the beginning, which got our minds drifting off in this erotic direction in the first place. Yes, we also think many of the stories are fiction and male imagination, but some seemed more real .. and the sum total left us with the desire to experiment. If I were to dress as Brett envisioned me to, I'd be almost naked in a tight fitting silk slip & high heels. But that's not realistic outside our own bedroom.
So that evening I wore a very white one-piece minidress, accented with a wide red leather belt, red heels, very red lipstick, nylons and a few pieces of costume jewelry. Have I worn garters before? Yes, but usually on special occasions and with dresses that can carry it off well.
May I say here that my language at home is pretty tame, but in this story I'll describe things the way men are more accustomed to. Language different than I allow myself at home, near family.
Brett finds it very hard not to want sex with me during this preparation period. But we both want it delayed. Him because when I get home, and after an evening of anticipation, the moment will be more intense if he waits. And me, because although Brett wants me as a used cum filled woman, I want to present myself fresher to whomever I may meet later in the evening.
I leave the house around 9 p.m. and it takes 20 minutes to get to the lounge of my choice. It's one that I'm comfortable with and my husband and I have both been to before. It takes me another 10 minutes in the car, building up my courage to go in. I am sexually very stimulated at being able to play with this extra-maritalsex lifestyle, but I am also on the reserved side in personality, and more submissive in nature. So dressing slutty in public and being reserved in private is like colliding worlds. I don't calm down and relax until after about 10 minutes inside the lounge, and it helps to be dancing.
As expected it's crowded inside. The band is playing loudly and my eyes take a while to adjust to the low lighting. I'm immediately approached by a man who buys me a drink and though I'm not attracted to him, I take it and engage in conversation just so I can keep busy for a bit. We even dance one number. I'm feeling better now, and my eyes begin to take in a wider perspective of the crowd.
I side step off by myself for a moment and an older man (maybe 45) asks me to dance. He's quite handsome and well dressed. I do and we go for three dances, both slow and fast, and he's quite nice. He's also quite horny and had enough to drink that he's looking oh so very relaxed. I was getting a little aroused too and allowed him to hold me pretty firmly around the waist as we talked a while near the bar stools. It wasn't necessarily my desire to stay until the place closed, but to have a nice, hopefully exciting sexual experience, and then go home to my husband to finish up a very fulfilling evening for both of us.
So even though this man had a lot to drink, I was considering him for what he might be capable of giving me in the way of raw sex and quick romance if we were to go off somewhere. But could he drive I wondered? I was having some doubts as to how this was going to work out.
Fortunately I hadn't committed myself yet, and could still comfortably dash off to dance with another man from time to time, or make a trip to the restroom without this man getting upset. And after one of these quick trips to the restroom, a much younger guy names Rick approached me and asked to dance.
We did and ended up dancing all the way until the band took a break. I suspected Rick was married, but he wasn't too revealing about his personal life as we talked. At least not the domestic part of his life. I admitted to him that I was married though, and he was only interested in whether my husband was also at the club that night. Once hearing that he wasn't, Rick maintained his flirtatious interest. He looked 7 or 8 years my junior maybe 20 or 21. I didn't ask and he didn't inquire much on this subject either. He had to know the obvious difference though.
The band began another set and we were back on the dance floor. It was so crowded that couples were constantly brushing against each other, lightly bumping. I was strongly attracted to Rick, so it was an exciting feeling for him to draw me in close, with his arm around my waist. Mine were around his neck.
As he let his hands roam down the sides of my dress and softly around my bottom, I was feeling relaxed and increasingly hot. I just let my body follow his as we moved slowly around the dance floor, and then I could feel his erection pushing from inside his pants, and against my abdomen. He was commenting on my perfume and the softness of my skin and the silkiness of my dress.
His hands were starting to find a home on my rear and he pulled me closer to him...closer to his manly erection.
I found myself helping him a little, though more subtly. I was having heated fantasies about the power of Rick's penis. It is an everlasting sensation I have about the impregnating nature of a man's cock. I imagined Rick's penis trying so hard to work its way to my pussy to impregnate me with his very potent sperm... to mate with me and the leave me laying open legged on the floor somewhere sperm ladened and completely sated. It's just a reoccurring fantasy. An oriental thing...
When the dance ended, I excused myself for a moment to go to the restroom. I walked through the crowd, down the hall and before getting to the bathroom, found that the older man had followed me. He was still very nice, still very horny. Looking even older under the brighter lights, but that didn't make any difference to me really. There was still something attractive and adventurous about him.
He put his hands around my waist and pulled me towards him. He wanted to dance some more and knew I was with the younger man right now, but he wasn't troublesome. Maybe that's why I felt comfortable with him. I was nice to him and permitted his hands to explore the silky material of my dress and take a quick liberty with my breasts before I leaned forward and gave him a nice kiss on the lips and told him it would be great to talk with him again on another evening, but I had to leave for the moment. He was very cooperative. More so than some would have been. A nice person, but I wondered if he'd get home ok.

In the restroom, I put on some more lipstick, then in a stall, I inserted my only birth control, an IUD. I never insisted on a condom, because Brett's desire is to feel another man's cum inside of me when he pushes his own penis in to fuck his used wife. For some reason Brett really gets off when he has the sensation of poking me after being used by another man. I can't really understand why this turns him on so, but I enjoy doing it for him.
From a pay phone in the restroom I made a quick call home, this was just a pre-arranged way of telling my husband that I had met someone, and that sex was in the cards that night. It gave him a confirmed sense of anticipation .. that his reward would indeed come later.
Back on the dance floor, Rick's roaming hands had quickly reactivated the rock hardness in his crotch and I gave him a light kiss on the lips to make sure it didn't go away.
After two more slow dances he took me by the hand and led me outside to his car, which was right out front. We drove to another parking spot in a more darkened area, but still among the hordes of other parked cars.
What a wonderful make-out. In this semi-privacy, Rick kissed me and our tongues were soon probing each other's mouths. My husband has a fetish for me in lipstick, but often wipes his mouth after the first kiss. Rick was consuming me, and I liked it that way.
He pulled down the elastic top of my dress; I wasn't wearing a bra. The warmth and softness of his hands on my breasts as he cupped them, squeezed them and pooched out the nipples so his mouth could softly clamp around them was way exciting.
Then I revealed to Rick my sensual desire...for him to cup his entire mouth over my tit and to suck as much in as he could, then move back and forth in a milking motion, stretching me out as far as he could and then back in. This is highly exciting to me and it drives me to new ecstasies as the sex foreplay goes on with a strange man.
I grappled at his pants and Rick undid his belt, his zipper and tried to slip off his pants. He had to step outside the car briefly to get them off, and I saw another couple watching him as he stripped them off.
Rick was wonderfully naked from the waist down in front of me and his hard cock went right into my mouth as I bent over to welcome him back inside the car. I also knew that the other couple could tell what I was now doing and that made me even more excited and I felt his hot shaft slide past my lips for the first time.
Rick hands went back to my breasts, as I continued to suck on him. I could feel Rick pulling up my dress over my ass, and trying to push down my nylons. We were both a little out of breath I managed to tell him I might not have enough room in the car to slide them off easily. But that I wanted to. He wanted me to get out of the car and come over to his side, the darker side where the distant parking lot lights couldn't reach.

So we both stood outside of the car and I leaned against it with my back. Rick stood before me, and as I held up the hem of my dress to my waist, Rick gently pulled my nylons down and off my legs. He then slid my panties down, and before he rose back to his feet, his face buried between my legs and he started kissing me there. (I was glad that I hadn't let Brett do anything before I went out that night.)
I was leaning against the car and actually had my left leg lifted slightly up and definitely out as Rick's tongue entered me and explored as far in as it could. My hand was at the back of his head, pulling him into me when I heard sounds coming for our left. I knew that our voyeur couple were now doing their own thing. I wished fleetingly that I could see what they were up to.
But instead I asked Rick to come up to me and kiss me. He stood up and embraced me, his penis was sticking out between my legs looking for a home. When it found it, Rick plunged in so fast and hard, that I winced a little then felt the car jiggling behind me as he began to thrust in and out of me.
I was feeling very much like a bitch in heat. Rick was verbal and descriptive but also respectful. Secretly I was fantasizing about him not being so respectful as enjoyed sex with me, and in my own dream world, I was conjuring up his aggressive voice calling me his slutbitch and that I was his whore. I casually glanced over into the dark and caught a glint of light as the car several yards away began a rhythmic jiggle.
The Rick turned me around and wanted to fuck me from behind. I gave into the desire. I could feel him position himself up against my anal hole, but I quickly readjusted him to my vagina and leaned out farther for him.
He entered me from behind, grunting with each thrust as he shoved deeper and deeper into our mutual passions. I was now in a good position to see what was going on with the other couple. I watched as a pretty young blonde woman was being taken from behind. She was watching me doing the same. I was momentarily amazed that we could see what was happening to each other. I felt an almost sisterly feeling toward her.
I was the first to climax as my hands were sprawled across the trunk of the car and Rick's hands went from holding on to my tits, to holding on to my hips, as he humped back and forth harder and harder.
Rick was also quick to come and I could sense it when he reached climax and he was ejaculating his cum inside of me. I knew when he had finished, but he didn't stop pumping me. He kept humping as long as he could keep it up and I let him. I was probably feeling more pleasure than he was at this point, and I thought it a new experience that a man would not stop so suddenly after climaxing and emptying himself of his cum.
For awhile we could hardly move, I was breathing so hard. Then I turned around and we embraced and held each other. Rick really wanted to sit down, so we got back in the car but not before throwing some clothes on first. Inside we reclined the seats and talked for awhile, recuperating. I put some lipstick on, a little perfume, we touched some more and did some light petting and kissing. I felt his cock and it was soft but I enjoyed looking at it and feeling it. He kissed me again and I exited his car. I Noticed that sometime during our final excitement the other couple had left us.
It was after 2 a.m. when I arrived back home and as was customary, my husband was in bed, wide awake, waiting for me to come to him. I always freshen my makeup before coming into the house, and then sat next to him on the edge of the bed. He asked if I'd done it, and of course I said yes. He also wanted to know if it was a good experience for me. I always reassure him that it was a great time and that I liked it.
I then started to tell him about the evening as his hand went to my thigh and soon to my still sloppy pussy. He could feel the fullness of cum still sticking to the sides of my vagina and I rarely get far into the story before he has to get on top of me to penetrate this indecent receptacle of another man's cum. This is Brett's moment...his fantasy comes true... the time when his wonderfully hard penis is surrounded by the warm stickiness of a strange man's cum.
In bed with his unfaithful wife, still unwashed, still smelling the same as an hour earlier in the parking lot, still faithful to our marriage, still adventurous.