0 comments/ 27961 views/ 1 favorites Four to Tango Ch. 01 By: unwritten I couldn't believe I let him talk me into this. Part of me was excited, but the other part oh so apprehensive. Yes, we'd talked about it. But up until now it had been just that, talk. Very hot, sexual, steamy talk, but talk nonetheless. I had been something of a wild child during my teenage years, and then for a brief period between marriages, but two marriages and as many children had all but shut out my sexual side. Was it turning 40 that had rekindled something deep inside or was it something else that woke up that long slumbering sexual nymph of my youth. I wasn't sure what it was, but there was no doubt she was back. Correction, I was back. Older, maturer, with a few new tricks up my sleeve and the experience and desire that only age can bring -- I was as insatiable as ever. Still, I wondered what held me back from fully embracing that part of me? Why was I so apprehensive about tonight? "It'll just be a few drinks and we'll check out who else is there, what it's like," said my husband. Ever since he found the site about the married "socials" he'd been curious about attending. That's what started all of the talk. And that's what brought us to this point -- about to say goodnight to the kids, goodbye to the sitter and head out the door into uncharted territory. Now, to be fair, I did agree to this. There really is not a submissive bone in my body, so as apprehensive as I was, I still was fully committed to this journey. And I'd told him I was ready. Was it fair that he posed the question while fucking me? Probably not, I'll say just about anything, and have said many things, while being fucked. "Tell me. Tell me you want to feel another cock. Tell me you're ready to be fucked," he said. "Yes, oh God, yes. I want another cock. I want to feel another man fucking me," and, with that, I came. Totally unfair, but still, I did agree and I wasn't about to back down and chicken out. The old nymph in me was intrigued. I knew my husband loved me and found me irresistible, but could I still turn a head, could I still spark someone's interest? Was I still fuckable? We spent many nights, over many months, discussing whether or not we were ready to go to one of these socials. Usually the conversation began with "Tell me you want to get fucked." In all honesty, these weren't deep intellectual conversations about the ramifications of fucking other people or other couples. These were horny, hot conversations about role playing and imagining what it would be like to fuck somebody else, together. Very detailed conversations about what type of man I would like to have fuck me. Older, taller, with a thick covering of salt and pepper chest hair. Not too much, but enough to let you know that you're with a man, not a boy. There is something about older men that I find irresistible. I'm not sure what it is, exactly, and I'm sure Freud would have a field day with it, but ever since I can remember, it's been older men who can get me hotter faster than the young ones. Maybe it's experience, maybe it's acceptance, I'm not sure, but whatever it is, it works for me. But you know us women, it's not all about the looks. There has to be something else -- I might be getting hornier in my old age, but certainly I'm still selective. Flirt with me. Match wits with me, play with me, show me you can keep up. Now, none of that makes for fun bedroom talk. Can you imagine that conversation? "Who do you want to fuck you?" he asks. "Somebody witty," I answer. Oh yeah, that's going nowhere fast. So, instead, we role-play. Me with a nameless, older, well endowed man and my husband with an older female. Seems we both have a thing for slightly older people. Back to now -- we head out the door and ride in relative quiet to the bar. At least it's across town. One of my biggest fears has been walking in and seeing somebody I know. Intellectually, I understand what they are there for, and they're in the same boat we are, but in a way it's like being outed. Like saying to the world (or just those one or two people there that you recognize), "Yes, I'm horny and love to fuck!" It's just not something that usually comes up in conversation, at least not vertical conversations. The bar is not at all what I thought. But then again, given its relative proximity to the airport, I'm not sure what I should have expected. We were both nervous walking in -- he gave my hand a gentle squeeze, looked over at me and said, "Are you sure you're ok with this?" "No, but let's do it any way," I answered. With that, we opened the door and walked inside. It was not as dark as I thought it would be, heck, hoped it would be. But it was smoky, with loud music, a cheesy dance floor and a few pool tables. The place was fairly crowded and I got the feeling that we were being checked out. We found a table closed to the bar and by the dance floor. We sat down, ordered our drinks and looked around the room. So far, so good, I thought. All seemed relatively normal. Tall, short, young, old, thin, not so thin. Your usual mall mix of humanity. We were alone only for one quick beer. Four to Tango Ch. 02 We were alone only for one quick beer. And that one hardly took my edge off. I was just putting my bottle down and turning to ask for another when four bottles appeared on our table. I looked at the hand holding them, followed up the arm and caught my breath when I saw the most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen. The kind that are hard to look directly into, they're so clear and intense. "Hi, I'm Ed," he said. My husband kicked me under the table -- not only was I staring, but my mouth was hanging open. We introduced ourselves and then were joined by Ed's wife, Lisa. Ed was a slightly taller than my husband and about ten years older. Once you got past those startling eyes, you noticed the laugh lines and weathered appearance that comes from a lot of time outside and a lot of laughter. He wasn't nearly as muscular as my husband, but rather leaner, like a runner. Not unappealing at all, but different than what I was normally attracted to. He had light hair with just a touch of salt and pepper and from what little I could see peeking from his shirt, it appeared the salt and pepper was working on his chest as well. Lisa was a few years older than myself, with beautiful blonde hair and hazel eyes. She, too, had an outdoorsy look and unassuming manner. She was a little shorter than me, and not as well endowed, but I noticed my husband checking her out nonetheless. We felt at ease with them both and spent the next hour or so getting to know each other. Ed explained that he noticed us come into the bar and assumed it was our first time at something like this. He explained that they'd only been to a few of these. Ed and Lisa were bright, funny and very down-to-earth. Talking with them was comfortable, like we'd been friends for a long time -- it was not at all what I expected and I was pleasantly surprised. The drinks flowed as fast and freely as our conversation and laughter and before I knew it, we were all on the dance floor. I was cocktailed like I hadn't been in ages, dancing like I was half my age. Some part of me knew that no matter what happened tonight, I'd probably be most embarrassed about the dancing when I sobered up! We sort of danced as a group, the four of us, and after a few fast turns, we paired off and I found myself dancing with Ed. He tried his best to make conversation, but I found it so hard to look him in the eyes. His gaze was so intense, so focused. It left you with the feeling that nobody else was in the room, only you, only now. When a slow song came on, I looked over at my husband and saw him pulling Lisa in close. Ed looked at me and before I knew it, I was in his arms. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. We'd flirted all night and found we had a lot in common, all four of us did, and now, in his arms, I let my mind wander to what could happen. Ed noticed I was lost in my thoughts. "You ok?" he asked. "Yes, just wondering," I responded. "Wondering what all of this is, what it will lead to." Ed pulled back a little, put his hand under my chin, tilted my head up and looked me straight in the eyes. Those eyes! He smiled a warm wicked smile. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Baby, this can lead to whatever you want. However you want." He must have felt me shiver. The warmth of his breath on my ear was just too much and without even knowing it I leaned into him, pulling closer. Ed's lips were soft and hot as he left a trail of kisses around my ear, gently biting my earlobe before moving to my neck. He held me tight as we gently swayed to the music and I could feel him growing harder as he kept kissing my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips and my hands reached up to the back of his head as he nuzzled me, my fingers playing with his hair. Ed gently pulled my head back and his lips traced a path from my ear, down the side of my neck and around to the front of my neck. His lips were soft, but insistent, his breath hot. His tongue darted out here and there with his kisses and teased me. He found that spot, just below and a little behind my earlobe -- that spot that is wired to every other sensitive spot on my body. My nipples hardened and I felt myself get moist. He must have felt my knees give a little because he pulled me in even closer. God, his lips felt so good on my skin. Gently kissing and sucking, nibbling here and there. A little bit of stubble on his cheeks and chin. He kept one hand on the back of my head and the other on the small of my back, bending me and moving me as he needed, as his mouth dictated. My head was thrown back and my eyes were closed and I played with his hair that fell over the back of his collar. Slowly I realized that there was no music playing. We were surrounded on the dance floor by other couples looking at us. My husband and Lisa walked up and he told me that he'd never seen me look sexier than on that dance floor with my head thrown back and Ed's mouth at the base of my neck. I told him that I'd never felt sexier. It was such a turn on. Here I was, where I was, how I was, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. We went back to our table and had a few more drinks. It was apparent that the four of us all had an interest in each other and in continuing down this highly-charged sexual path. Our conversation turned to sexual encounters and experiences, specifically within this realm. Ed and Lisa explained how they had had a few experiences with other couples and were happy to go slow or fast, whatever we were comfortable with. We explained that we'd done a lot of talking and had agreed to just see where things went tonight, if they went anywhere at all. We all agreed that we wanted to take it further. After meeting Ed and Lisa there was no doubt that something would happen. Even if it was just being in the same room while we stayed with our respective spouses. Everyone was pretty cocktailed and very horny by the time we agreed to go up to their room for a few drinks and see where things would go. My husband looked at me and gave my hand another squeeze. It seemed that his fantasy and mine were about to come true. Four to Tango Ch. 03 It seemed that his fantasy and mine were about to come true. Ed and Lisa had one of the nicer rooms, by airport hotel standards. At least it was an interior room. They had brought some beer and wine with them to enjoy in their room and soon we all were settled in, sitting and laying on the king size bed, having a drink and talking. The conversation was purely sexual. Kind of a "what do you like, and this is what she likes, with a little of "have you ever done..." thrown in. If I hadn't known better I would've though that my husband and Ed planned all of this, because before long my husband was explaining just how much I love to have my breasts kissed and nipples sucked, in full graphic detail and without hesitation Ed leaned over me, unbuttoned my blouse and took my nipple in his mouth. I let out a small groan and looked at my husband. He smiled at me, squeezed my hand and moved over to the other side of the bed with Lisa. In a few short minutes they'd shed their clothes and were locked in a 69, but that's a story for later. Back to Ed and the sweet torment he was inflicting..... Once we had the side of the bed to ourselves, Ed moved up next to me and began to undress me. Everywhere his fingers touched, his mouth followed. He took his time, I guess understanding how apprehensive I was about being with another man. Now don't get me wrong, I was so excited and totally turned on, but still couldn't help but wonder about what fallout there would be. I decided to "live in the moment" and let the chips fall where they may. Here was my older man, my fantasy, tall, salt and peppered and wanting me. Whatever doubts I had quickly disappeared. My blouse fell to the floor, followed quickly by my jeans. Ed had left a trail of hot tender kisses down my leg as he removed my jeans. I tried to help but he just told me to be patient and enjoy. His mouth was on my ankle, and I couldn't help but giggle as he kissed his way up my leg. It tickled! Before I knew it he'd worked his way up my other leg and his mouth was on my panties, kissing along the top of them, his tongue darting out and under. My hips instinctually rose up to him. As he continued to kiss me, his hands slowly caressed and moved up my legs. His hands were hot and everywhere he touched, with those long strong fingers, just melted me. My legs quivered beneath his touch and I shivered. He knew how to play me, with his fingers and his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Ed's hands found my panties and he slowly lowered them. When I rose up to help, my pussy brushed against his mouth. "Mmmm....this is what I've been waiting for," he said. I let my mind wander and hoped that Ed would be as good at eating my pussy as I'd hoped. I am hopelessly addicted to oral sex and my husband, who quite enjoys my ministrations, loves to give as good as he gets and he is without a doubt the best I've ever experienced. Ed's lips brushed the outside of my pussy and soft gentle kisses rained down on my bare skin as he explored outside and inside my hot pussy. He placed his hands under my ass and lifted my pussy closer to his face. He started licking me, darting his tongue in and out of my pussy. My hips were gently rising and falling, rubbing my pussy against his face, my clit silently screaming at him. Ed slipped one finger inside of me, causing us both to moan. "Oh my god, you're so tight," he said as I squeezed his finger. I answered by squeezing it even harder and that sent his mouth and his tongue straight to my clit. He licked it gently, running small circles all around it, first one way then another, before taking it in his mouth and gently sucking it. His lips felt so soft and hot, his tongue hard, yet gentle on me. I had one hand on my breast, squeezing and teasing my nipple and the other hand on the back of Ed's head, gently holding him in place and playing with his hair. I looked over and saw my husband buried in Lisa's pussy and Lisa reached over and grabbed my hand. We lay there like that for what seemed like an eternity. Holding hands and getting eaten out by each other's husbands. My husband later commented that watching us lying there like that was an incredible turn-on. Ed must've thought so, too, as he started working my pussy a little harder. "Do you like that," he asked as he worked his finger out of my pussy and towards my ass. I heard my husband laugh quietly, as he somehow knew what was going on. "Yes," I answered. "That feels so good, please..please...please don't stop," I begged breathlessly. He moved his finger slowly into my ass and I gasped and then bucked against him. His tongue moved from my clit and he started fucking me -- his tongue, hard, moving in and out of my pussy and his finger, moving in rhythm in and out of my ass. "That's right," he said. "I'm going to make sure you're good and ready for me." I wondered what he meant and then looked down. Exactly when he'd shed his clothes I don't remember, but oh dear god, how had I missed that cock? It was huge. I don't care what any woman says, size does matter. Skill matters just as much and Ed was skillfully fucking my pussy with his mouth. I couldn't imagine how skillfully he'd fuck me with that cock. Just thinking about that brought me closer to cuming. Ed must've felt it building. My hips were rocking up to meet him as he fucked me, our pace increasing. "That's right," he said. "I'm going to make your tight little pussy cum. I'm going to bury my face in your pussy when you cum and not let go." I arched up to meet him, again. "That's right, fuck my face, baby." I absolutely love it when a man, or a woman (again, another story!), talks dirty to me during sex. I guess I'm oral and aural. Depending on my mood the dirtier the talk the better and Ed had struck just the right balance. Good sex, like good food should touch all of your senses. You eat with your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your ears -- it only makes sense that you'd use all of the same senses when you fuck. Ed's tongue had found just the right rhythm on my clit and he had one finger in my pussy and the other playing with my asshole. I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer and suddenly I felt Lisa squeezing my hand hard. I looked over and her head was back and hips bucked up as she came, hard. "Yes, yes, oh god, yes," I heard her scream. That was enough for me. "Ed, make my pussy cum, please, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I chanted as he sucked my clit even harder and finger fucked my hot pussy with abandon. I heard a sound and realized it was me, I had trailed off after "fuck me" and let out a low moan, scream, mewl. As an old friend once said, I saw the inside of the back of my head. I'm not sure how long I was saying "oh god," but when I regained my senses and opened my eyes, I found two hard cocks in front of me.