A Lot Of Confidence And A Little Tattoo - Sex Stories

A Lot Of Confidence And A Little Tattoo

A few weeks have passed since my wife had sex with another man while I watched. We used this encounter for many nights of really awesome sex. We discussed this in detail. We re-enacted it several times, I told her how sexy it was. She told me how it felt great for her to be wanted and desired by another. I loved her so much for making my fantasy come true. She said she was initially nervous but gained confidence as she made eye contact with me.

We both had questions, we both had answers. We both agreed it was scorching! Seeing her with a cock buried deep inside of her was amazing for me. She agreed that it was amazing. She even admitted that he fucked her extremely well. She even wished he could have fucked her once more before he left.

We covered every question that we could think of. We answered them to the best of our abilities. It brought us closer together and made our sex life even hotter. There was one question that we still needed answered though. Would we be willing to do this again? We decided we would with conditions.

The person had to be right. Because of our jobs and community involvement, we know almost everyone in our area. We can hardly go anywhere without seeing someone we know. We decided that it had to be a stranger, no friend of a friend, or even a minor acquaintance. Everyone has social media, and many people are nosy. We travel a little bit for various reasons, we decided those were the best times to try.

The situation also had to be right. ...

... No one could be traveling with us. Our schedule had to be free, no spur-of-the-moment bad decisions.

One morning after we finished our coffee, I got up and got dressed, while my wife remained in her robe. It was hard for me to leave her there in her robe because, well I could see the top of her bare tits. I had to fix the upstairs toilet. I had been putting it off for a few days. I gathered what I needed and began to mess with the damned toilet. I heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it," I heard my wife say.

I heard voices but quickly put them out of my mind as I focused on the task at hand. The repair was pretty simple and I was done in about fifteen minutes. I gathered my crap up and went downstairs. As I turned the corner I saw my wife and a fucking salesman sitting at our dining room table. These salesmen piss me off, I usually slam the door on them. I was irritated that he was in our house, but I also trusted my wife's judgment. I put my things away and went and sat down beside my wife and across from him.

He stuck his hand out to shake and said, "I'm Sam from blankety-blanky solar company."

"Shit, I thought another one of these assholes." He was average-looking. He was my height, and build, had brown hair, and no facial hair. He seemed to be about fifteen years younger than us. Why was this guy bothering us?

I will admit that Sam was very good at his job. He spoke with confidence and looked us both in the eyes.

I noticed, and my wife did as well, that ...