We’d only opened our marriage twice before. Over the 17 years we’ve been together, Rick often liked to talk to me — especially while we were fucking — about my taking on another lover. But in reality, we didn’t actively plan to entertain anyone new.

But we were out for dinner one night at a local restaurant, sitting on the patio, when the server retreated after serving us our drinks, and I found myself staring at the young man’s firm butt.

Of course, it took me a moment to realize Rick was staring at me staring at that scrumptious morsel.

“See something you like?” he asked teasingly.

“He must hit the gym,” I answered, trying to laugh off the moment, but I found it difficult to take my eyes off the young man.

At one point, he even caught me ogling him and scurried over dutifully to ask, “Did you need something, ma’am?”

Did I!

Good God, he was cute with big green eyes and dark hair. He was also tall with broad shoulders, but had a lean build. And his tight rear did make be believe he spent lots of time at the gym.

“Oh, no. I’m good,” I told him, and he wandered away, looking slightly confused.

Rick grinned like an idiot, and I smacked his arm.

“You were practically drooling over that boy,” he said.

I grabbed his hand and pushed it against my crotch beneath the table. I wasn’t wearing panties underneath my dress, and my pussy was so hot and wet. I was losing it a little.

“I could go out on a date with him,” I said. “Fuck him. And then come home and tell you all about it.”

Rick curled his fingers against my pussy, and I purred.

“Would that make you happy? It’s been a while since you’ve done something like that.”

“Yes, it would make me fucking ecstatic. And yes, it has been a while. Remember the last time? I told you what I’d done, and you practically levitated when you came afterward.”

Rick nodded. His fingers wriggled against me again, with one even brushing my clit. I shut my eyes, humming softly.

When it was time to take care of the check, Rick went to the car. I settled up with our server, Aaron, and quickly made my interest clear. We set up a date for the following night when he wasn’t working.

I told him I was looking to get laid and nothing more. He was cool and said that was totally fine with him.

As Rick and I made our way home, I mused about what I would do with Aaron. My husband pulled the car into our driveway, but we didn’t make it to the house. Instead, Rick swiftly pushed me back on the vintage car’s bench seat, pushed up my dress and ate my pussy like we’d never gone for dinner and he was famished. I came with a shout, then I opened his pants, straddled his lap and rode him until he climaxed with a roar.

Afterward, we sat in the car gently kissing for a long while with the windows fogged up.

“Excited?” he asked me.

“Yes. You?”

“Can’t you tell?” he asked, squeezing my hip playfully.

“Maybe just a little.”

The next evening, I met Aaron at the park, and we walked around eating ice pops and talking just enough to feel like we weren’t total strangers about to fuck. Even though we were.

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, when he asked, “Are you ready? Because I can’t stop thinking about seeing you naked. You’re so beautiful.”

“Well, flattery will get you everywhere,” I told him, agreeing I was ready for us to take things to the next level.

We took separate cars to his place. Luckily enough, according to him, he made just enough to afford a shitty apartment on his own. No roommates.

That came in handy because the second his door shut we were on each other like a pair of sex-starved animals.

I popped the button on his jeans. He glanced at my hands for a split second, and then drew down his own zipper. Together, we wrestled him out of those and his boxer briefs.

I’d worn a cute little dress, again with no panties. He yanked it off over my head, and I kicked off my sandals, which left me totally naked.

Aaron pressed me back against the wall, causing a hanging mirror to rattle loudly.

I laughed and joked, “We’re going to trash your place.”

“Who cares?” he growled. “It’s already trash.”

He kissed me, and I nipped at his lower lip. I grabbed his stiff cock, giving it a friendly squeeze.

“Fuck,” he sighed against my lips.

“Soon,” I promised.

I stroked his shaft once more before letting go. He kissed the sweet spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I shivered. He slid his fingers inside my pussy, and I was so wet they glided in easily. I caressed his shaft once more, tracing the head of his cock with my thumb. I swear I felt it pulse in my hand.

“Put it in me,” I said. “Put it in me, but don’t come yet.”

Aaron hiked me up onto a small but sturdy-looking table that sat by the door. My ass sent a small avalanche of mail cascading onto the floor. He slid his cock along my wet slit, teasing me momentarily before he drove his erection into me.

When he was fully seated in my cunt, I kissed him. Then I bucked impatiently, and he started to fuck me, snapping his hips cleanly as he pistoned in and out of me like the perfect fuck machine. My pussy clenched and rippled as my orgasm approached.

“Shit,” he hissed. “That feels too damn good.”

I nodded, because it really did. Every thrust pounded me just right. I was drenched, and I was so fucking close to climaxing.

“Yes, right there. Right there,” I demanded.

Aaron kept it right there, continuing to jam his cock into me just the way I needed. He screwed me deep and fast, and I came with a ridiculously loud shout.

As my spasming pussy milked him, he panted, trying very hard to keep his composure.

I pushed him back and said, “Good boy. Thank you.”

Then I took his hand and led him to the threadbare sofa. I pushed him back, and he sat down hard, looking up at me with his chest rising and falling quickly.

I got down on my knees and took his shiny cock in my hand. I stroked him a little, teasing his shaft and tickling his balls.

“You’re killing me,” he said.

“Nonsense. You’re just excited, is all.”

“Understatement of the year.”

I lowered my mouth and took him between my lips. His dick was long and hard and tasted like me.

I sucked on the tip, and he shifted in his seat. His overwrought body gave a jerk. I worked his shaft slowly with my hand, while my mouth concentrated on the crown of his twitching cock.

When I thought he might start to cry, I slid my mouth down his length until I felt the urge to gag and I knew I could go no farther.

He groaned, “That feels good.”

I withdrew just as slowly, and then pushed my mouth back down, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

When his hips started bucking erratically, I sat back and proposed: “Your place, your choice. Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy?”

“The answer is yes,” he replied.

I tsked and told him, “You have to pick one.”

“Pussy. I pick… pussy.”

I winked at him and said, “A fine choice, sir.”

I straddled his lap, linking my hands behind his neck. I lowered myself onto him an inch at a time, studying his handsome face as my cunt engulfed him.

He gripped my hips and gave me a squeeze. The sensation thrilled me.

I moved faster, fucking him and getting his hard cock where I needed it to be. Every stroke dragged against a tender place inside me, and feeling that made my cunt wetter and wetter.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered in his ear. “My pussy is going to gush juice all over you.”

Aaron moaned, and his fingers bit into the meat of my hips as he thrust up from under me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chanted.

“Yes. Fuck me. Do it.”

His tempo went crazy as he fucked himself up into me, and I came, digging my nails into his shoulder as my body bucked.

Seconds later, I felt him shoot — the warm rush of his cream gushing inside me. He was panting and moaning as he released each and every salvo.

Aaron kissed my breast and bit my nipple, and my cunt twitched around his softening cock.

“That was fun,” I told him happily when I’d put myself back together and was taking my leave.

On the way home, I felt Aaron’s cream making my thighs sticky and wet. The sensation made me horny all over again.

Rick was sitting on the porch drinking a beer and listening to the cicadas when I got home.

He had a cold beer for me.

I took it, cracked it open and took a big swig before saying, “That’s good.”

“How was your date?”

“Also, good,” I said.

He smiled at me and gave me an inquisitive look. The light from the street lamps illuminated most of his face.

“Tell me about it,” he said.

I sat next to him on the glider and put his hand on my thigh.

“He fucked me, then I sucked his cock, then he fucked me again.”

“Did you come?”

“Like gangbusters. Twice.”

“Interested in another?”

His hand went higher and fingered my sloppy slit.

“Always.”

He took my hand led me inside to our bed.

“Did you like sucking his dick?” he whispered breathily in my ear.

“I did.”

“Did he fuck you good?”

“He did.”

He slid his fingers into my slick cunt as he asked, “As good as me?”

“Never,” I told him.

Rick turned me over and hiked my hips high. I heard his zipper open and then the rustle of his jeans coming down.

“Are you full of his come?”

“Yeah, baby,” I said.

He groaned and pushed into me. His cock filled me up, sliding deep. He jammed a finger into my ass as he fucked me, pressing down so I could feel his presence in both holes.

Rick screwed me fast and hard, as if he were reclaiming me. The thought made my nipples spike into hard little peaks. He continued to fuck my pussy and finger my ass. I pushed my face into the bedding that smelled like his cologne and our fucking, and I breathed in deeply as I came.

He gave me a few more strokes and then grunted as he emptied into me. It was fun going out — but it was always better coming home.