Last month, my husband and I went to my best friend’s birthday party. Most of the guests turned out to be people I ran with in high school and college, before I was married.

My husband and I have an open relationship, so he already knew about all my past lovers. When we ran into Mark at the party, he was quite aware that Mark had been one of my favorite sexual partners.

Naturally, Mark and I had some catching up to do. When we started reminiscing about old times, my husband listened for a short time before moving on to mingle with the other guests.

Talking and laughing with Mark had me feeling frisky and horny. Mark was a great lover, plus he always knew how to make me come like crazy. When I suggested we meet in the bathroom, Mark asked about my husband, and I told him the truth — that my husband was cool with whatever I did as long as I shared all the dirty details with him later.

Mark headed up to the bathroom on the second floor. I waited five minutes before I followed, then knocked softly on the door. When it opened, I slipped inside, taking care to turn the lock behind me.

Then I was in Mark’s arms as he whispered in my ear how much he wanted me. I pulled up my skirt and wiggled out of my panties, letting them fall to the floor. He kissed me thoroughly till we were both panting for air. Then he pulled up my shirt and unhooked my bra and began playing with my breasts, tweaking and pulling my already sensitive nipples. I loved that he hadn’t forgotten the little things that drove me crazy. He kissed and sucked on my neck, and I moaned for him to fuck me before anyone discovered us. I think the fact that we could get caught only served to heighten our lust.

Mark turned me around and I braced myself against the vanity. He moved in close, and after teasing me with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down my wet slit, he quickly entered me with one deep thrust. When he pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock inside me, I groaned and tried to push against him, but he had a hard grip on my hips, holding me steady. I was at his mercy as he chose to give me short, shallow thrusts, repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot. I had no choice but to ride the continuous waves of pleasure.

Just when I thought my legs would give out, Mark slammed his cock into me and began fucking me hard and fast. I gasped and groaned, as each thrust felt harder and deeper than the one before. I was so close, so hot, so wet. I started to come as Mark’s grunts and strokes became erratic. They finally slowed and he held himself inside me as he finished.

A soft knock on the door roused us. We cleaned up and made ourselves as presentable as we could, though there was no mistaking the fact that I looked like I’d been well-fucked. I gave Mark a big kiss before leaving the bathroom. I came face-to-face with my best friend, but she just gave me a knowing look as I passed her.

I found my husband at the bar and told him I’d just hooked up with Mark and that I’d fill him in later. I knew he’d want to leave right away, but then he surprised me by suggesting we invite Mark back to our house. It was the first time he’d given me any inclination that he’d like to watch. Just thinking about him watching me, and maybe getting to enjoy two cocks at the same time, had me creaming my already wet panties.

While he finished his drink, I went to find Mark to see if he was game. Mark could hardly wait for us to leave. We sat in the backseat, kissing and groping each other while my husband drove us home. Now and then, I’d look up and see him glance at us in the rearview mirror. I imagined all kinds of scenarios as Mark finger-fucked me, but nothing compared to what actually happened. Check back next month if you want to know how the night turned out!