My whole understanding of who I am sexually is in turmoil. And the reason for this, is because of what I overheard in a pub I wasn't even going to be in. It was my colleague who suggested we try a pub he knew that served great lunch time food. The pub just so happened to cater for primarily gay men, but it was lunch time and she told me the day clientel are much different to the nights.
The food was excellent, but three quarter way through our meal, my collegaue got a call which she had to take. Two men came in and sat close by, as she went to take the call. Both men were in their early twenties and both were to me anyway, obviously gay.
I couldn't help myself from listening in when they started talking about their latest sexual conquest they'd had that morning. Even though they were reasonably discreet, I could still hear what they were saying.
The taller of the two started to talk about an older married man, who they both had sex with. He was telling his friend he'd never been so turned on, especially by the way the older guy had been begging them both to fuck him. Over the next five minutes they went into detail about what they'd done with this older man. How one had had him suck his dick and balls, as the other one fucked him hard from behind. Then as soon as he'd filled the condom inside his arsehole and withdrawn, the younger guy had replaced his friends with what he called his "Monster cock". They both laughed at that point and also my coleague walked back in.
She told me she was going to have to leave, but I should finish my lunch. Before she left, she went over the waiter and paid for our lunches.
No soooner than she'd gone, the two men got my full attention again. And it was over the next four or five minutes my whole world changed.
The mention of Fozzy and a description of a tattoo, not only pricked my ears, it also had me leaning towards them to better hear what they were saying. That's because my husbands tattoo is a tattoo they were describing and it is precisely where they'd said it was. As for the name Fozzy, well it's my husbands nickname. By the time they got to describing how they'd both fucked Fozzy at the same time, in a bedroom which sounded very much like ours, I was practically joining them at their table.
They'd just spoken about having Fozzy suck them both to completion before they his house that morning, when I got a text from my husband. It said he loved me and told me because I was working until late, he was going to go the cinema to see a film I wasn't interested in.
I was going to ask them both about my husband, but before I had chance, they finished their drinks, got up and started to leave. Before they did leave, the smaller of the two asked the taller if he was going to see the older guy again. He replied by saying "I'll see him later, he's going to be at the cinema tonight, I'm on shift their until eleven".
Everything they'd said was too much of a coincidence. His tattoo, his nickname, their description of our bedroom and the fact he just so happened to be going to a cinema where one of them worked.
Before I could say anything, they left. And I was left feeling something I thought I never ever would. I felt horny and sexually charged. Their words and descriptions had turned me on immensely, and so had the fact my husband had been fucked. My imagination started to run riot as I sat by myself thinking of Fozzy, my thirty eight year old husband, taking another mans cock up his arsehole, and loving it.
Walking to my car, I had one thing in mind. I drove to a car park I knew to be deserted, pulled my skirt up and moved my knickers to one side. Thinking of my husband sucking cock and being fucked, I slipped two fingers inside my pussy and used my index finger of my other hand to play with my clit. And then masturbated hard. I'd made myself cum in less than two minutes and I was still shaking from the orgasm, as I slipped the car into gear to drive away.
My husband was at home when I got in. I asked him about the film he'd gone to see, to which he replied he'd only watch half of it as it wasn't as good as he thought it was going to be. In my head I was thinking he'd probably found somewhere to be with the gay cinema worker. Probably to suck his cock or have the guy fuck him. Those thoughts got me horny again and slipping my clothes off, I had my husband fuck me in our lounge. His cock seemed extra hard and he lasted way longer than normal.
I had my second orgasm of the day as my husband fucked me from behind, only moments before he filled my pussy with his watery cum.
I've not raised the question of him having sex with other men yet, as I'm still deciding if it's the best thing to do. I also have to figure out a way to raise it without telling him how turned on it makes me, or should I. After all if I get a sexual kick out of him fucking men, wouldn't it be best to own upto liking the idea of him being fucked.