So, the thought had crossed my mind ... I admit that now. But this was my hubby's Best Man. This had to be strictly a no-go zone. Surely?
It was a cold winter's evening in Melbourne. Hubby had been at a boozy lunch with with a couple of long-time business friends, including his friend from Uni Matt, who was his best man at our wedding 10 years earlier. The plan was to meet up around 5:00pm so we could go out together for a romantic dinner.
Well, by the time I arrived, hubby was well on his way. Louder than usual, a lot more confident, and more overtly flirty. His lunch companions had all crawled back to their boring suburban homes except for Matt, our last remaining single playboy friend. A few shots later, we were sharing secrets about the forbidden things that secretly turn us on. Hubby went first, and really set the tone when he said: "Other men hitting on my wife." Matt immediately wanted to know more. "What do you mean by 'hitting on'? How far could it go?" "The further the better" he replied.
I was up next, so I took my cue. "being followed into the toilet by a hot guy and having him me fuck me spontaneously". With that, I got up and went into the spacious disabled toilet. And I waited. Then, a knock on the door. I held my breath. Whilst excited to hear my hubby’s voice, I admit to also being a little disappointed it wasn’t Matts.
“Can you open the door Bub?” Which of course of I did. The door swung back and, in the flash of any eye, in strolled Matt, with hubby staying outside: “So it appears we all had the same fantasy, he called from the other side of the door. I’ll get the next round of shots – see you both in 5!”.
And with that, it was less than 1 minute before I found myself topless, nestled onto the clean cut cock of my husband’s best man and having some of the most sensual, stimulating and oh so naughty sex of my life.
I cant wait to renew my vows!