Excited? I was that and then some. But nervous too, fearful of somehow ruining what promised to be a night as memorable for me as my wedding night. And in fact I felt a little like a bride, a virginal miss about to experience the pleasures of sex and a man in bed for the first time.

In truth, I was thirty-six, an old married lady who after fourteen years of fidelity was about to to have her first affair-and with her husband’s consent, no less. I was incredulous when Mike first started talking about opening our marriage, but the more I thought about it the more sense it made. I was ready for this kind of adventure.

And so as I undressed in front of Hal, an old high school sweetheart who, as luck would have it, happened to be in town for a convention, I was both aroused and apprehensive, turned on by the idea of sex with a man other than Mike and worried that Hal would not find me as desirable as he had years ago. But with just a few words and a warm smile, Hal put me at ease. “Beautiful,” he said. “You haven’t changed a bit.” This may not have been quite true, but I appreciated him saying it.

Minutes later, we were in his bed and he was lovingly, almost reverentially, licking my sex. Spreading the lips of my lubricating pussy, he exposed my clit and playfully poked it with his tongue. Then he set about licking that sensitive nubbin of flesh, occasionally taking it between his lips and sucking.

Whimpering with pleasure, I squeezed my breasts and tweaked the erect nipples, my hips arcing off the bed. And then I was coming, biting down on the knuckles of one hand to muffle a wild cry as the first of several waves of pleasure rolled over me. When I opened my eyes and looked down, Hal was resting on his haunches, a satisfied smile basking on his craggy face. And a beautiful erection looming from his loins . Asking Hal to lay on his back, I went for his cock, alternately licking and sucking it with a lust I hadn’t felt since my honeymoon. Hal’s cock was gleaming with saliva when I finally took it from my mouth and begged to be fucked.

A moment later, Hal’s rapidly pistoning cock was wrenching grunts and groans from my throat. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he pounded my pussy. Soon enough he came, the feel of his syrupy seed shooting into my pussy triggered my own release.

But even as I shuddered through my orgasm with Hal, I thought of Mike, my loving husband, the man who had made all this pleasure possible. Only a strong, loving man would encourage his wife to have this kind of experience. I loved Mike more than ever and wanted him badly.