My husband and I had been fantasizing about me having sex with a client of his. It was brought up basically in jest, but we talked more and more about it as time went on, and it eventually became a favorite fantasy of ours. Well, one day my husband had a prospective client in his office, and the client (whose name is Joe) looked at a picture of me my husband has on his desk and remarked on how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife (as the author of this story, I can refer to myself however I want!).
My husband agreed with him, and asked him if he wanted to see a better picture. Naturally Joe said yes, and my husband showed him a more revealing picture that he has of me. I’m coming up out of a pool, wearing a white one-piece swimming suit. Thanks to the water, the suit left very little to the imagination. When Joe expressed his appreciation, my husband took the bold step of asking him if he’d like to have sex with me!
So that’s basically the background. I’m sitting at home when my husband calls and asks me if I’d like to join him and Joe for dinner. He asks me if I remember what our favorite fantasy has been, and if I’d really be willing to go through with it. I remember being shocked that HE was willing to go through with it, but I was basically aroused by the whole idea of it. So he told me to put on something sexy and meet them at the restaurant.
I quickly jumped in the shower to get ready. Yes, my hands did wander as I got all soaped up and thought about what I was about to do, but I didn’t really masturbate all the way to a climax. I was just sort of moving around in a heightened state of arousal. I put on a pair of thong panties, a very revealing bra (to accentuate my firm, 36C breasts), stockings, garters, a tight black skirt, 3″ heels, and a very tight gold top. The top was high cut, but so tight that it just molded around my breasts. And I was so aroused that it was very easy to see my nipples through the shirt. I knew I would be turning some heads. Finishing with some make-up, I was out the door to meet the boys.
As I drove, I was wondering what the client would look like. In our fantasies, he had naturally been an incredibly studly guy. When I found the two of them at the bar, it was quite the opposite. Joe was about 45, balding, and really quite overweight. But I was committed at this point, and as I walked up to meet them I could feel his eyes surveying my body, which did have the effect of increasing my arousal despite the way he looked. I had a drink with them at the bar (okay, I had about 3 drinks actually, figuring I’d need to be a little drunk to really go through with this – but who’s counting?). It was actually sort of fun flirting with him and making my husband squirm, and I made sure to do a lot of touching him, both with my hands and brush-ups against my chest. My horniness was increasing.
When we got up to go to our table, Joe excused himself for the men’s room. My husband asked me if I was enjoying myself, and I told him I was. And that I’d be okay on my own if he wanted to head for home. He gave me a big kiss goodbye, told me that he loved me, asked me one more time if I really wanted to do it, and left. When Joe came back, I told him I had sent my husband home, and asked him if he would be willing to escort me to dinner.