I had been planning this night for many months, but I never imagined that what actually happened would have. It never even crossed my mind.

It was my dear friends birthday party. No expense was being spared. Elegance in every corner. Black tie. Champagne. Ballroom. Gardens. Servers. Flowers. The elite of the community.

I had prepared for this night by finding the sexiest little black cocktail dress, stiletto open toe heels, garter belt (of course no panties though....you NEVER wear panties to a party), stockings, diamond tear drop earrings and necklace and a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet from a past admirer. (Did I mention I love all things that glitter?) Perfect up-do, manicured toes and fingers, perfect make-up. Fire engine red lips. I was feeling very sexy and more than a little confident.

As I entered the grand ballroom I felt sophisticated, svelte, and I loved the way the silk of my dress rubbed me ever so gently, turning me on just a little.

I accepted a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and went looking for my friend. As I walked across the floor, I noticed you on the opposite end of the room.....surrounded by admiring women who were all vying for your attention. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark. Nice ass. Very handsome. I couldn't help but stop and admire you myself.

Just looking at you woke up my body. There was a magnetism. As I stood watching you, you bent to gently kiss an admirers hand. You must have felt my stare, because you suddenly turned your eyes my direction, locked eyes with mine, and gave a wicked, turn my knees to water crooked smile. It was if an electric current had passed between us and I was suddenly on fire.

I made a decision right then and there that I was going to have you and I was going to make it happen.....tonight. As you made your way from one lovely lady to the next, smiling, kissing their hands, offering small talk and compliments, I continued to watch and every few seconds you would find my eyes with yours again. I offered sultry smiles, chewed on my lower lip and decided on a plan as we continued to seduce each other with nothing more than our eyes.

Decision made, I finished my champagne, set the flute down on a passing tray, and waited for one last moment of eye contact. When it came, I smiled sweetly, softly traced the curve of my breast with just my fingertips, offered an invitation with my eyes and I walked out of the ballroom, onto the terrace and down the stairs to the manicured gardens. Heels clicking, hips swaying, long legs taking me to my destination.

Moonlight and fireflies lighted the path past many statues and flora. So many gleaming statues of coupling, love, and lust in amongst the flowers. The moonlight gleamed off of marble bodies, rock hard and perfect. I imagined you naked, rock hard as the replicated statue of David I passed, member stiff and hard like the marble.

I knew you followed, I did not have to check. I was your master and you would come when I asked. I had enchanted you. I could feel your want, your need.

I noticed a path, almost gone from lack of use, that veered to the right and decided to take a chance. I followed it to a perfectly hidden small opening, complete with intricate iron bench, grassy floor, flowers all around and weeping willows to screen outsiders from view. Perfect.

I stopped in the middle, cupped one breast, turned my face into the moonlight, eyes closed, teased one hard nipple through the silky fabric and waited.

I did not have to hear you to know you were there. I could feel the force of your desire. I could feel your eyes upon me as I squeezed and tugged on my aching nipples. I refused to open my eyes and look at you because that is what you wanted. I was the master. You were my slave.

Suddenly, you were there. I could feel your body heat for just a moment before I felt your hand on mine, pushing it away so you could continue to massage, pull and tease me. The other hand slowly reached around my waist, touching the whole way, and you forcefully pulled me to you-back to stomach-so I could feel your hardness and demand on my back. No words were needed....and very few were spoken.

With one swift movement, you had me turned, facing you now, both hands trapped behind my back with one of your big strong ones, as the other unzipped my dress and proceeded to drop it to the ground. I could not wait to feel your mouth on my breast, and you did not make me wait.....what a good slave you are. As I felt your tongue touch my nipple, I arched my back and gave into you.

As I lost myself to your mouth, you suddenly spun me again and placed my hands, one over the other against the trunk of a tree, low enough to expose my waiting pussy to the moonlight. You leaned in close, licked my neck, added a small bite.... painful but wonderful.....and whispered "Don't move." No longer the master, I was now your slave. Exposed and waiting.

You threaded your tie around my body, secured it across my belly, wrapped the ends around your hands until it was nice and tight against my skin and slowly slipped your hard cock into me while pulling against the tie to get as deep as you could. I gasped as you whispered "Shhhhhhh. Do not let go of that tree" You were harder, longer and larger than I could have dreamed.

Slowly at first, you pumped my pussy. Teasing, taunting, filling. Taking out your cock every few thrusts to bend down and lick my asshole and dripping pussy. Nibbling and biting where my ass met my back. Once more, slowly, you entered me again. All the way, deeper than I have ever been entered before. I could feel your balls against my ass. Never had I felt so full.

Suddenly, you were fucking me......hard, fast, deep, animalistic. I could feel my breasts bouncing from the force of your thrusts. Hanging onto the tree was rough. But you had said not to let go. I wanted to scream and moan, but you had said "Shhhhh." I was now the slave. No longer the master.

Several more hard thrusts....pump, thrust, pull, pound.....and we both reached ecstasy together. I could feel your cock fill me up as my pussy pulsed and released its own juices.

I could not move, hanging onto the tree, head on my arm, eyes closed, as you pulled out, replaced your clothes, walked back to me, leaned close and whispered "Je vais vous voir dans vos rêves de ma renarde de jardin sexy. Dream of me." And then you were gone.

I stood up, replaced my dress, and went back into the party. No more than 15 minutes had passed. As I walked I could feel the wetness left behind from you between my thighs. Proof that you were real.....even though I never saw you again, or even learned your name.

Here's a story......of a lovely lady.....
Just playing! I did promise no more deep waters for now though. And now, on to my story.

So, I am going to tell you one of my memories. You know how you have those memories that just stick in your brain no matter how many years have gone by??? This is one of mine.

Imagine a girl, about 17-18, part of the "in" crowd but more of sidekick than the super hero if you know what I mean. I usually hung back in the shadows and let the prettier, more outgoing girls run the show. I was just a mousy little thing. Scared of my own shadow usually. Well, one Christmas a friend of mine received a Christmas present. She had been dating this guy forever! Like since Middle School. Imagine all of us girls with our mouths hanging open and a collective *GASP* as she opened that present and pulled out a black satin nighty! Oh my! (Remember, we were young.....this was very risqué.....)Now, this wasn't a crotchless, lacy, or otherwise naught nighty. Just a short black satin number.

I remember thinking that was the sexiest gift EVER! I had never been in a lingerie store let alone received one as a gift!!! I was in awe. I was speechless. I was just plain envious. OMG! Where could I find one of THOSE! And by those, I meant THAT GUY that would give me sexy gifts.

As time went on, the happy couple became the un-happy couple, and split.

Now, fast forward about 5 years. I was invited to a friends house to meet a friend of hers. AKA blind date. I had just gotten out of a long term relationship, and was not really that interested, but went anyways.....because she wanted me to so bad.

Imagine my surprise (and delight) to walk in the door and see THAT GUY sitting there.....waiting for me. WOW! As I had since grown a backbone and a voice, I sauntered forward, extended my hand, and said "Hi. I am misslissa.......I don't know if you remember me. We went to school together." He smiled ever so sweetly and responded "Of course I remember you. You had the best ass in the whole school. Who could forget that??"
**PAUSE**
Have you all watched Jerry Maguire??? You know that line?? THE line....."You had me at hello......" Well, the statement that came out of THAT GUY's mouth (see above^^)had much the same connotation and effect on me.

Well, long story short....may go into detail with this later.....we became fuck buddies for about 9 months. Oh yeah!!!

Moral of the story: Good things come to those that wait. And if you wait, I can guaran-fucking-tee that the sex will be way better, as there is 6 years of practice and learning technique in there.

SMOOCHES!

I was not entirely sure how to 'pop' my blog cherry (I am a blog virgin!)......but this is what I am going to go with. SO, here goes........

Over the course of the last few years and reading some posts in here one of the main questions associated with what we are all doing is "Why?" Why would you want your wife to be seen naked? (to my husband.) Why would you ever consider sex with anyone else if you are happily married? etc.....etc.....

Well, I am going to offer my personal thoughts on this subject. I know you are SUPER excited!

I have been at both ends of the spectrum where relationships are concerned. And a few in-between, but they don't apply. I was lucky to get out of the bad one alive....seriously. No exaggeration. And, I NEVER would have considered being nude in front of anyone let alone even think about sex with another man. Hell to the NO! I would have had my ass beat. (Not to mention I was convinced no one would ever want me anyways....cause that is how assholes like them work.)

But, I digress. Needless to say, I got away. And was completely and utterly saved in every way by my husband. He is not only my husband, he is my best friend, lover, partner and other half. This is the main answer to the above questions, but, I will take a few to spell it out.

Because I have found my perfect partner there is trust. There is love. And, there is FUN! We like to have a good time. We like to explore....figuratively and literally. He gets a thrill out of other men lusting after his wife through pictures.....gives him an ego boost because, well....he HAS me. He goes to bed with me every night. He eats dinner with me every night. And, he can grab my ass.....whenever he wants.

We have been entertaining the idea of a MFM for several years. It is a huge turn on to us both. He says he loves the faces and noises I make when fucking, and wants to be a bystander for a while just to watch. He wants to give me the most pleasure in this life that he can. And, lets face it......who wouldn't want two hot men serving your every need? Hell, what man does not want two sexy women fawning over them? It would just be another step in our sex life.....NOT our love life. HUGE difference.

So, here is my closing.
If you want to so it, then do it! BUT!!!
Make sure it is right for you AND your partner. You should know the two of you best, right?? If you are worried about hurt feelings or jealousy....then you aren't there yet.
Have rules that you can both agree on and abide by.

Our personal rules are...
1.) NEVER by ourselves. The other must always be involved. That way it is an experience we can both enjoy.
2.) We will not do any of the above at home or near home. Home is our safe haven and where our family is. Nope....not gonna happen!
3.) Never with a friend. We value the friendships we have too much. Would never take the chance of ruining one.
4.) Complete and total honesty. If either of us don't want to do it.....then we wont!

Otherwise...FUCK what everyone else thinks! You are in the relationship.....not them! Do what turns you on and makes you happy as a couple!

That being said, we can't wait to see where this fantasy will take us! And being here with all of you sexy people helps us not feel so weird about it all. Living in a small town can tend to make you afraid of your sexuality and desires. Sucks!

Any-who.......I promise not to be so deep next time. I will be the proverbial puddle from now on. (Most of the time!) Fantasies, desires, stories, and any other manner of fuckery coming up!

Smooches!