It was a rainy Friday evening. As I prepared for a night out on the town, I felt overwhelmed by thoughts of nastiness.

At first I tried to ignore them, but they just seemed to get stronger. When my husband poked his head in the door to tell me we had to get going, there seemed to be a surge of electricity between us. I could see it in his eyes. I knew he could see it in mine, but we had no time to indulge ourselves.

We dropped the kids at my parents’ place, then drove to the hot spot of the night. Along the way, I teased him by running my nails up and down his legs, stopping and starting in unexpected places. When we arrived at our destination, he parked the car, caressed me, and trailed his tongue up and down the most sensitive area of my neck. But it was too soon for the real game to begin; I wanted him to be boiling with passion.

We sat at our usual table, ordered some drinks and a couple of shots, and looked around. I noticed a beautiful blonde dancing sensually, like a belly dancer, with her arms raised and her eyes following her hands. She looked graceful and sultry, and I was mesmerized by her movements.

I was soon feeling tipsy and extremely turned on, so when a song came on that I liked, I got up to dance.

I hadn’t been on the floor five minutes when the blonde made her way over to me. We began dancing together in a seductive manner and continued this way all evening. My husband came over and danced with both of us. I had the feeling that this would be the night my husband and I might finally have a three-way. The thought of bringing her home was exciting, but also a decision that wouldn’t be made lightly. In the end, she helped us.

Before I knew it, we had tunneled through the crowded club and were on our way home. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I sat in the back of the car with our new playmate so she wouldn’t feel left out. Along the way we touched each other. I teased her like I’d teased my husband earlier, running my nails up her legs, over her thighs, and toward her pussy. I couldn’t believe this was real. She began doing the same to me. We were moaning, and my husband couldn’t help but sneak glances of us in the mirror.

We pulled into the driveway and entered the house. I ran to the bedroom, lit some candles, and pulled the sheer fabric around the top of our bed. The room looked seductive, sensual, and ready for our rendezvous.

She and I sat together on the bed and my husband sat in the chair in the corner. He didn’t seem to know what to do with himself. I began caressing her, teasing her again as I’d done in the car. I just couldn’t get enough of her. I pushed her back on the bed and unbuttoned her shirt. She was braless, and I marveled at her full breasts and prominent nipples. I cupped them gently, then brought my mouth down and sucked on them. Her moans turned me on. I pulled off her shirt, skirt, and panties, which were already soaked with her juices.

My husband watched as I licked down each arm and leg, causing her to squirm and writhe. Then I called my husband over to the bed and had him tease her breasts and run his tongue up and down her neck. He gently pulled her nipples. While he did his thing, I worked my tongue over her thighs, making her beg for more attention.

I moved my fingers around her pussy. Having two sets of lips and two pairs of hands stimulate her seemed to heighten her pleasure. She had her first full-blown orgasm of the night when I plunged three fingers into her pussy. Without giving her a chance to recover, I began to thrust my fingers in and out, causing her to have multiple orgasms. But the big one came when I slid one finger into her asshole. Her body shook uncontrollably, as if she couldn’t take much more.

I had my husband come around behind me. As she lay spread out on the bed, I lay facing her, touching and licking her pussy. My husband pushed his cock in and out of my pussy. Then he did my favorite thing: He began fingering my ass. We all began to moan and shake, exploding together in one huge orgasm, feeding off one another’s passion.

Once done, we began the process all over again. We had sex several times that night and did not fall asleep until dawn. It was an exhilarating experience for all of us, and for my husband and me, a fantasy come true.