A Valentine's Day He Will Never Forget - Sex Stories

A Valentine's Day He Will Never Forget

Even though I have my own account on the swinger site now, sometimes I log onto our joint one that my husband runs. This time, he wanted to show me a chat history with someone. I’m not sure what it was about or why he wanted me to read it, but for the sake of this story, it isn't important.

I soon discover that I can’t have two different accounts open on my phone simultaneously, and as he keeps changing the password (been hacked before), I decide to lurk around and fool with the joint one for a couple of days.

I skim through a few conversations without getting involved in any of them. I find them entertaining to read because they are with men I have previously spoken to or ones we have already met. What stands out and amuses me is that the discussions they have and the tone they use with him and me couldn’t be any more different. I also love my husband’s crude, not taking bullshit style when he deals with them. That’s why he is the one running this circus. He cuts through the time wasters, fakes, wankers and dreamers like a hot knife through butter.

On the second day of my little ‘excursion’, among the handful of unread messages, I spot one titled ‘Wolf’. Wolf is my husband’s profile name, so it gets my instant attention. I feel a bit naughty to read something that wasn't meant for me, and it gives me a funny buzz. At this point, I think nothing of it. Maybe they just like the name or want to know who’s running this account or something like that.

But I get a ...

... slight shock when I open it, and the message reads, “I’m curious about Wolf’s level of experience when it comes to playing with men.”

Oh, wow, that’s a first. Someone being more interested in him than me. More specifically, this one is prying on how far the Wolf is willing to go. I like. I smell some mind-bending, kinky fun.You have my full attention, Sir.

I slut back to my own account and look him up. His profile name, 'Something28' and age confuse me a bit as he is thirty-eight. Perfect. Not too young, not too old. He later confirms my suspicion that he's indeed been on the scene for over ten years. Oh, hello, fellow seasoned kinkster. Something tells me we're going to have a lot of fun.

He has a nice body with some defined muscles but not the bulky gym type. In his case, as I find out, it is due to working outdoors most of the time. One more nice tick on my preference list. His face is not one I’d typically go for. I prefer dark-haired bad-boy types. He has a dark blond, messy, surfer-style mop of hair. He does remind me of some famous actor that I will have to look up at a later stage.

I haven’t seen his package, but unless it’s minuscule, I don’t care. Lately, I'm much more interested in what's inside. I want quality over quantity, and vanilla just doesn't do it for me anymore.

“Hi, this is K,” I write. “I’d like to go behind the Wolf’s back with this (talking about his bi experiences).”

I tell him the outlines of what we usually get into, leaving many ...