Dan’s reunion with his old friend turned out to be an exciting night for me, too. And I learned some interesting facts about my new husband that changed our relationship forever, but in a good way. Let me explain.

We’d just walked into the party and saw a bunch of people chatting up the host when my husband spotted a childhood pal and shouted, “Big Ben!”

His sudden outburst made me jump, and he laughed as he whispered, “Sorry, love.”

Dan tugged me along toward his pal who was standing with a gorgeous blonde I correctly assumed was his wife. I went willingly; we’d say hi to his other friends later.

My husband hugged me close as we approached the broad-shouldered man in a blue suit and the petite lady in red. The men shook hands like they were trying to tear each other’s arms off, but there was nothing but smiles and clapping of backs as they hugged exuberantly.

Dan introduced me to Chloe and Big Ben, who was very big indeed. Ben took my hand and surprised me by kissing it. A little tingle sparked within me, catching me off guard. And I noticed Dan seemed to be very affectionate when he kissed Chloe’s cheek.

My man and I had a whirlwind romance and had just eloped, so I hadn’t met many people from his past yet. But I was very interested in getting to know this handsome new fella.

Burly Ben studied me intently and asked, “How did this dirty dog get such a lovely woman like you?”

“He’s just lucky, I guess,” I replied, going along with the joke.

Chloe and Dan laughed, and my hubby added, “Truer words have never been spoken.”

Dan’s hand trailed along the swell of my bottom and rustled the soft fabric of my dress. I felt unexpectedly aroused.

There was an interesting vibe between my husband and this couple, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

The four of us chatted briefly and then found a table. The guys talked about the good old days: high school, college parties and dating. Judging by the look on Chloe’s face, she’d witnessed much of their shenanigans.

When Dan got up to order us drinks, Chloe turned her attention to me and said, “You are stunning. Isn’t she, Ben?”

He stared me down as he said, “Exceptionally.”

I blushed sheepishly before saying, “You two are very kind.”

Ben said seriously, “I’m glad we got to meet. I haven’t seen Dan in so long. I had no idea he’d hit the jackpot by marrying a gorgeous, smart woman. Lucky bastard.”

More blushing. More shifting in my seat. A steady, hot thumping seemed to have taken up residence between my thighs. At first, I thought I should feel bad about being turned on by Ben. And yet, my instincts told me I shouldn’t be ashamed. In fact, I had a hunch I should embrace it. So, I did.

And what was even more surprising, Chloe didn’t seem bothered one bit about our flirt-fest!

I began imagining that big man holding me tight as he fucked me, and before long I found it difficult to catch my breath. He was so damn hot.

I got so lost in the thought that I was startled by Dan’s return.

I excused myself to go to the restroom while they waited for a server to drop off our cocktails.

As I headed off, I got the distinct impression the three of them would be talking about me while I was gone.

When I returned, they seemed to be whispering conspiratorially.

“What’s going on?” I queried.

“We want to tell you a story,” Ben said.

And then they filled me in on their dirty little secret: During college, the guys used to swap girlfriends — and Chloe had previously bedded my guy.

I was stunned and aroused.

“So you want to share me with Ben?” I asked Dan, making sure I understood the inference. “And you want to screw Chloe again?”

My husband’s face was red, but his eyes were shining with excitement. Chloe looked equally bashful and eager.

“I would like that. Very much,” he said.

Ben’s big hand covered mine, and the friendly gesture made me shiver.

“It’s entirely up to you,” said my hubby’s hunky friend.

But I was already all fired up over the idea.

“When?” I asked.

“How about tonight after the party?” Ben proposed. “You can come to my hotel room, and Chloe can head off with Dan.”

I took a deep breath to steady myself before saying, “OK.”

The three of them beamed brightly.

Dan gave me a lingering kiss that left my pussy aching, and beneath the table, Ben rested his hand on my thigh. When I shifted and parted my legs slightly, Ben slid his hand up to briefly cup my pussy through my dress. Then he returned his hand to the table as the party continued.

When we left hours later, I had a serious buzz going on. But it wasn’t from booze. I felt drunk with anticipation.

Ben’s hotel was close by. His hand rested between my thighs during the short drive, and every so often he’d run his finger over the cleft of my sex and stimulate my already pounding clit.

I could still feel the ghost of Dan’s last kiss on my lips — feel his hands skimming across my ass as he told me to have fun.

Somehow his blessing, him wanting this, made it all the more thrilling. And knowing he’d get to play with Chloe also turned me on. I was shocked by my lack of jealousy, and I felt more alive than I had in years.

Inside Ben’s room, we tumbled onto the bed. He ran his hand up my thigh and held me tight while we kissed. I felt lightheaded as passion overwhelmed me. I gasped and groaned as I bucked my hips and writhed against him.

Ben pushed my dress up and yanked my panties down. Then he sank to his knees on the carpet and hauled my ass to the edge of the mattress. Without a word, he put his hot mouth on my even hotter cunt. His tongue nudged my clit, and I ground my crotch against his face. My pleasure and excitement were intense as

I hovered on the edge of climaxing.

Continuing to lap at my sensitive nub, Ben slid a finger into my cunt and pushed it in deep. My hands threaded in his dark hair, and I yanked it hard as my orgasm wrecked me, hitting me fast and hard. He left me shaking and breathless.

I was in a haze as Ben rose and moved me into the center of the bed. He settled his bulky body over my more petite frame, lavishing me with lusty kisses. Then he worked quickly to shed his suit and peel my dress off of my quivering body.

He glanced at my thigh-high stockings, leaving them in place. That made me feel even more sexy somehow.

Terribly turned on, I spread my legs and let him see how wet and ready my pussy was for him.

He studied me with a hungry fire burning in his eyes.

Ben placed his palms on the mattress on either side of my head and pressed his body to mine. His hard cock pushed against my wet slit. He kissed me feverishly, and when I was about to weep with longing, he slid his dick into me slowly. His thick shaft stretched me wide as it advanced one inch at a time. I arched my back and raised my hips, eager for as much of him as my body could take.

In no time flat, he was thrusting into me with a perfect rhythm. Every time he drove forward, his dick pressed the most sensitive places inside me. I felt the next orgasm building from the get-go. It was a warm sensation that quickly unspooled inside me. I gripped his shoulders and moved my body in time with his, clenching my internal muscles around his thrusting cock as my climax shattered me.

“You’re so perfect. Such a sexy bitch,” he muttered.

Ben’s dirty words thrilled me, and he continued to mumble obscenities as he kissed and licked my neck. His kisses were rough and followed by harsh nips that made my cunt flow like a river. He was fucking me like an animal, and I loved it.

Another short, sharp orgasm surprised me. It was more like a rubber band snapping, and it left me feeling completely unfettered.

I felt weak and boneless, and Ben easily flipped me over onto my belly before mounting me from behind. His bulk pressed me into the bed, and I relished being pinned beneath him. I was helpless as he rammed me with his meaty dick. He made me feel like a fuck-toy, and it was glorious.

Then Ben pulled free of me and turned me onto my back. He straddled my head and lowered his massive cock. I parted my lips and let him sink in deep. I relaxed and let him fuck my face. It felt so dirty to let him use me like that. I reached a hand down and began mindlessly fingering myself as his dick rocketed in and out of my mouth.

But Ben didn’t shoot off just yet. He repositioned us so he was on his back, and I leaned over and took him in my mouth again. I sucked his cock with wild enthusiasm as he thrust upward to drive his dick into me once more. I inhaled sharply through my nose and took him as deep as I could.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m so close. So close.”

I pulled back and then mounted him, sliding his cock inside my cunt. I gripped his shoulder and went for a ride.

“You’re so damn pretty,” he said before his eyes slammed shut. He was soon at the point of no return. Ben grabbed my hips and rammed his pelvis upward, jamming his dick into me from below. I groaned, so close to coming again.

I rocked my hips from side to side getting the perfect amount of friction to trigger my release. As the spasms wracked my body, my pussy squeezed him with rhythmic pulses.

This time Ben came along with me. With a loud shout, he flooded me with his cream. He released a series of wordless exclamations as his shaft twitched within me and released a half dozen spurts of warm jizz.

With shaky legs, I climbed off his body and felt our combined juices leak from my snatch and coat my thighs. I dropped to the bed beside him and had a hard time catching my breath.

Ben reached over and played with one of my erect nipples.

“Let’s get a bottle of wine from room service, and then we can kick off round two,” he suggested.

I liked the sound of that and hoped my husband was having as much fun as me. But I needn’t have worried because his night turned out to be just as hot. We swapped more than partners that night; we traded stories later and got so turned on the two of us fucked until dawn!