Looking at my sexy fiancée as she sits next to me at the restaurant, I agree, “We will go back to Hawaii for vacation.”
She squeezes my cock under the table and gives me the sweetest kiss. “Thanks, honey. We’ll have a wonderful time there again. I can’t wait to head back to that resort bar again!”
I reach under her panties to rub her pussy and she’s wet. I start to try to push my finger inside her and she begs me off.
“I’m sorry honey. I’m kinda sore down there. Just tickle my clitty, baby,” she purrs into my ear.
She has another cocktail while we chat about our high school days together. Rumor had it that she had hooked up with the school’s quarterback when she was a senior. We laughed and discussed him. Yes, she had. He was the only black guy she had ever been with. They kept it secret because he had a loyal girlfriend he didn’t want to hurt if she were to find out. I wanted to press her for more details but all she said is that he was the second-largest guy she’d ever had inside her. I asked her who was the biggest. She giggled and said, “you are the biggest honey,” and downed her drink.
I figured this was a good time to bring up the events of the week including her visiting me at the studio and taking off to do lines with that large bodyguard.
“Baby,” I started, “I want you to know that I love you and trust you, and, well, if you ever wanted to get together with another man like in my stories, not only would I understand, I would like it.”
“You know we both love my stories where I share you with another man. Even talking about Hawaii reminds me of how you got flirty with that businessman in Hawaii. I wish he’d tried something with you, for example,” I said half-jokingly.
Susie giggled, purred, downed her drink, and asked me, “What if he did try something, honey? Would you like that?”
I blink and look into her lust-filled eyes and asked, “Wha-what do you mean?”
“What if I told you that when I was dancing with that guy, he took my hand and placed it on his pants on top of his hard cock? Would you be mad at me, honey?”
While she was talking she started rubbing my cock through my pants. I was getting so turned on by her I could’ve cum right then.
I said, “I’d never be mad at you, Susie, all I want is your pleasure… so tell me everything. I want to know what happened.”
She replied, “Well… it wasn’t that bad. He didn’t do that much. I felt his cock. It wasn’t big but it was getting hard. So I rubbed him through his pants and felt him get hard in my hand. He pulled my hand away to my relief. I was getting a little paranoid or embarrassed or something.”
“So that’s all that happened?” I questioned her, “Wow you must have been pretty turned on. I saw you guys so close on the dance floor that it almost looked like you were having sex!”
“Well kinda,” she impishly replied with another giggle, “He… well he kinda reached under my dress and… well, he kinda stuck his finger inside of me.”
I was awestruck. I had no idea. I thought they were just close dancing with a little sexy grinding. It was eye-opening. My loving fiancée let a guy feel her up and I’m just now hearing about it.
“Honey, you said you wouldn’t be angry. You’re not mad, are you? I was drunk. You got me worked up with all your suggestive talk and your sexy stories. It wasn’t a big deal. I just let him finger-fuck me a little. That’s all.”
I wanted to ask her a thousand questions about our relationship, about if she had ever been dirty with any other guys since we’d been together. But all I could choke out was breathy, “Did you cum, baby?”
I’ve never been able to make her orgasm with my fingers. She tells me it’s ok because it’s hard for her to orgasm with only digital stimulation. I don’t even try much anymore. She has her pricey (my gift) vibrator.
She reached into my pants and started seriously stroking my cock while finishing her confession.
“I didn’t want to cum on his fingers, honey, but it felt so good. He was deeply fucking me with two fingers while rubbing my clitty. I moaned into his coat jacket and I came on his hand. But baby, he didn’t stop. He just kept finger-fucking until I came two more times in rapid succession. Then he pulled his fingers out from deep inside me and tweaked my clit and I had one last mini-orgasm.”
“The song ended and he just gave me a sly smile and a rub on my ass and he disappeared into the bar, she finished.”
Susie was now wiping her hands on her dinner napkin. I had ejaculated while she was telling me everything and hadn’t noticed. I was soft and a bit sticky but I was hornier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. My head felt like it would burst.
Susie moved closer and gave me a slow wet French kiss, “Thank you for being ok with my little indiscretions. There is so much I want to share with you. I love you.”
I pulled away and looked into her eyes, “Susan. Susie… tell me what happened the other day when you did lines with that famous rapper’s bodyguard.”
She looked stunned for a second and replied, “Oh Darnell? He’s so sweet. I went to his SUV because he invited me to do some coke. Remember I asked your permission.”
She paused, “Ok how much do you want to know.”
I just stared at her dumbfounded. She had never looked more beautiful to me than that moment. I was conflicted. I felt hurt, jealous, and irritated, but I was also surprised at how excited I was.
I grabbed her hand to hold it and told her, “Everything. I want to hear everything. Start from the beginning. I’m so in love with you right now.”
She said, “Order me another drink while I go clean up. I’ll tell you an extremely sexy story when I return. Don’t cum again before I get back.”