My girlfriend Allison and I like to role-play, and our favorite fantasy to act out involves two naughty schoolgirls hooking up after class. We both went to private school, and we still have our uniforms tucked away in the back of our closets for just such an event. We don’t take them out often, but when we do, it’s always a lot of fun.
Last weekend, Ali and I decided we wanted to play dress-up, and out came the uniforms. Sometimes we have a story line that we run through, a script we make up before we play, but last week, all we cared about was seeing each other in our skimpy schoolgirl outfits. We decided that in lieu of a set game, we’d meet at our favorite local pub, all dressed up, for a few drinks, and then head home. It’s always fun to tease guys when we’re all dressed up, and I knew we’d both get more than a little hot and bothered if we were out in public in our costumes. It would definitely make the sex that much better when we got home.
I was in Houston on business for two weeks, and I wasn’t happy about it at all. I’d scheduled the trip months in advance, not realizing that I’d have to leave the day before my husband came back from his own three-week trip to Europe. I don’t do very well when I’m separated from Alex for more than a night or two. I’m not afraid or insecure, I’m just incredibly horny, and I need a steady diet of meat to keep me happy. I’m not a true nymphomaniac, but I have much stronger urges than most of the women I know.
By the third night of my trip, I was horny as hell. I was seated alone in the hotel dining room, gazing out the window over the city. I was doing my best not to eye every man that entered, but it wasn’t easy. I missed my husband, and every man I saw made me think of him. I managed to keep my eyes on the window for a while, though, so I just about peed my pants when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a man’s voice whisper, “I’m going to fuck your brains out tonight, pretty lady.”
Allison was one of my closest friends in high school, so I was overjoyed when she called saying she was planning a trip to the area where my husband and I live. She said she wanted to get away from Jeff, her husband. I was surprised by her comment, but I didn’t question her. I told her she was welcome to stay with my husband and I for as long as she needed.
A couple of weeks later, we were chatting across my kitchen table as Allison helped me prepare dinner. My husband, Rob, had had a long day at work, so he went to bed almost immediately after we ate, but Allison and I took a bottle of wine out on the patio and got down to some girl talk.
We were on our second bottle of wine when she asked how my sex life was. I told her it was just great, but didn’t tell her how great. Rob and I have an open marriage, with my legs usually being the “open” part, though Rob will sometimes hook up with one of his friends’ wives if sparks fly.