A few years ago, I did a stint in real estate, selling homes in an established neighborhood. I loved to show couples each home.

When we got to the master bedroom, reactions would be varied, but most couples broke into a warm smile, exchanged glances, and commented, “Here goes the bed, there goes the TV,” or “That wall would be great for the big mirror.” There was usually a hint of sexuality as their imaginations explored the possibilities. I always stayed outside the room, but in a position to see an occasional kiss or an intimate touch.

It was about the time that my husband and I first started to experiment with an open marriage. We had invited third bedfellows and were swapping mates with two other couples. Our marriage became stronger with each daring exploit.

One Sunday I sat at an open house when a young couple walked in. The moment I made eye contact with Jimmy, my heart rate increased. I was immediately attracted to him, and sex was on my mind. Whenever his wife looked the other way, I gazed at him with undisguised longing — and he noticed. In the bedroom (the house was still occupied and furnished), his wife said, “Oh, our playroom,” and gently placed her hand between his legs.

A few days later, Jimmy called, and said that he wanted to see the house again — alone. My heart almost stopped beating. I arranged a meeting a few days later, when the owners were out. For two days I prepared. I went to the beauty parlor, had my fingernails done, and shaved my legs and part of my pussy. I was very nervous from anticipation. The day arrived, and I dressed carefully and outrageously in sexy underwear, including garter belt and stockings, and a skirt and blouse. I informed my husband, who wished me good luck, and even suggested that I bring Jimmy home, if possible.

Jimmy and I arrived simultaneously, and the moment I locked the door behind us, I felt the temperature of sexual tension rise by several degrees. We walked through the house and finally arrived in the bedroom. I was weak from desire, and mumbled something like, “This is a comfortable bed.” With that I plopped myself down, carefully hiking up my skirt to expose my thighs. “Oh, this heat,” I said, as I opened my blouse. Jimmy leaned over me, his lustful eyes laughing, then bent down to kiss my neck. Deftly I opened my bra and exposed my white breasts. He kissed them ever so lightly, then licked my hardened nipples. By the touch of his tongue, I knew what was to come. He was an experienced lover. I caressed his hair, his ears, his neck. I opened his shirt, touched his chest, and played with his nipples. We finally sank into a deep, wonderful kiss, exploring each other’s mouths.

Meanwhile, I felt the moisture between my legs increase. Our hands were busy removing clothes. Yet Jimmy took time to look at me in my underwear and commented, “You’re so beautiful and sexy!” Then passion overcame us. We were naked, and he entered me. “Oh, ooh,” I squealed. Slowly, but powerfully, he began the timeless in-and-out motion, until we reached the top of our orgasmic feelings.

Jimmy then proceeded to kiss my body, everywhere. I felt his lips and tongue caress my skin until goose bumps covered first one side of me, then the other. He finally worked his way down to that central part of pleasure, where he teased my mound, the outside of my cunt lips. His tongue circled around my clit without touching it, and the intense desire made me wriggle and heave this way and that until I could take it no longer. I grabbed his head and pressed it forcefully against my sex. The touch of his face and mouth brought me to a shattering orgasm. He held still, in close contact, knowing very well the period of sensitivity.

Now came my turn to taste him. I playfully kissed his face, his neck, and ears, and the rest of his body. His cock was again rock hard. Oh, do I love cock! I devoured him, licking, kissing, biting, and sucking until his body contracted, and I felt his come in my mouth.

We talked about our lives, and found that we were both happily married — the only difference was that my husband knew, but his wife didn’t. The more I told him about our lifestyle, the hornier he got, and for a finale he fucked me furiously. He did not buy the house, though, and I never saw him again.