....  It's good to remind your husband now and then how lucky he is to be married to you.  Sometimes, I still can't even believe there's a ring on my finger.  I like to have fun, I like adventure, I like to try new things.  And, of course, that has to apply to sex as well. 

Before we got married, I was always dragging my husband to some sexy event or another.  It was my idea to save up an entire year's vacation fund to go to that hedonist resort in Jamaica.  For the anniversary of our first date, I think it was.  Now, that was some serious fun.  Still, it was all I could do to get him to take his shirt off in public or jump into the hotel's hot tub when a bunch of sexy strangers were in it.  You'd think he'd leap at the opportunity: all those barely covered breasts, itty bitty bikinis, and sexy young people who don't even know your name.  He would talk about the experience for weeks afterward, reliving it several times a day, but he was so shy in the moment.  That's just how he is.

I love him for it.  I do.  He's all mine; I know he always will be.  And that makes me want to maintain that role as his adventure guide as long as possible.  My little reward for him being such a loyal husband.  Or maybe my attempt to tap into that sexual beast I know he is somewhere inside?

Well, there's no time like the present, I always say.  I'd managed to drag my husband out to a club one Friday night, and he was actually getting into it.  Surprisingly, he really enjoyed getting dressed up for it in a nice shirt and dark jeans, some cool shoes I bought for him, and of course, he had fun dressing me up too.

The shoes were his idea.  He said they really showed off my legs and took some of the attention away from my breasts.  As if that was possible.  It's not like he didn't want anyone looking at my superb rack.  I think he just likes to think of me as a bit of a lady even when he loves for me to show off my hot body I work so hard to keep.

Well, I don't have a problem playing the part of both: a lady and a sexpot.  Why not?  I want all the advantages in life.  And, like I said, I consider it my wifely duty to help my husband enjoy all the same.

It's not like I actually set out to find a woman for my husband to fuck.  No, you can't say I'm guilty of that.  These things just happen.  It wasn't planned.  It wasn't even a special occasion.  We hadn't even talked about it before.  Maybe jokingly, but we definitely never formally agreed we would invite another woman into our bed one day. I wasn't even particularly in the mood to be quite so forward.  Not until I saw her.

She was everything I wasn't.  It's not like I wanted to be her either.  The best way I can describe it is that I just wanted—really wanted—to be with her.

I think I might've even gasped a little bit when I first saw her on the dance floor.  The music was so loud that my husband had no idea how affected I was.  We were holding up the bar, feeling that warmth of our drinks spread through our bodies and relax us, and my husband was staring off in some other direction.

I don't know how long I was watching her.  I was mesmerized by the way her hips undulated so smoothly in a way I could never get mine to.  She was all curvy, yet petite: a perfect hourglass shape.  She had the kind of body even other women covet.  And she was so young.  Like an ideal example of what youth is all about, the kind of sight that makes you wish you could drink her up and take all of her in.  Like she could cure all your ailments, just solve all your problems by being near her.

Her smile was so intoxicating.  She had all the men on the dance floor wrapped around her little finger.  She had me all wound up too.

I honestly had never thought of being with a woman before.  ....