My sexual tastes have changed over the years. My husband and I started out with swapping spouses with other couples which gave us both great sexual pleasure; however, as time went on both of us began developing a different taste in sex. We do this with the foods that we enjoy. We may like something prepared one way but over time our tastes evolve and we crave something different. This is very true for sex as well, even with swingers with multiple partners.I never really enjoyed the same room swap where both couples are in the same room. It’s just too distracting for me and I’m not really interested in watching my husband being intimate with another woman. On the other hand my husband confessed to me that he absolutely adored the sight of me with another man which is the reason that he enjoys same room sex: for the view. My husband and I would talk in bed about what it would be like for me to meet and seduce another man who wasn’t in the swinger’s lifestyle. I have to admit it was very stimulating to imagine and the more we talked the more we wanted this to happen. However, how would we do it? The whole point of the fantasy was to allow another escort man to seduce me which meant that we certainly couldn’t advertise. Things worked themselves out and an opportunity arose in the form of a visiting engineer to my company whose name was Victor.I work for a large engineering/pipeline company with worldwide offices and we have a lot of engineers and other highly educated people coming through my company all the time and they usually needed to come to my department during their visit for various paperwork. By chance I met a rather attractive younger man, named Victor from San Francisco who was there for a week going through a training class. He was leaving the next day and needed some help and I was the one who was in the office at the time when he came in. Victor was very pleasant and flirted with me shamelessly. Having just turned 40-years old I was flattered by his attention. Up until recently I wouldn’t have even thought of him as being a possible sexual partner. Now though, after the talks with my husband, I wasn’t so sure. He knew I was married from the ring that I wore but that didn’t escort bayan seem to stop his flattery and he boldly invited me out for coffee after work.I hesitated only for a moment before telling him I would. My heart was actually pounding when he finally left and I wondered if I just did something I’d regret later. What was I to do? Did I really want to go through with this? Swinging with another couple is one thing but to meet a single man without my husband was totally another thing even though he wanted me to do it.I immediately called my husband and told him what had happened half expecting to put a stop to it. He didn’t though but instead quickly encouraged me to “go for it.” I remember holding the phone in my hand thinking if I should take his advice. I then told my husband that I would go out for coffee with him and just go with the flow. My husband did tell me before I hung up to make sure I kept him updated on my whereabouts for my safety. I assured him I would.I met Victor and drove him to a coffee house nearby. He was quite charming and I enjoyed our conversation. I found out he was 29-years bayan escort old, single, and had a degree in engineering. I made sure that he knew I was 40-years old so he could back out gracefully just in case. He didn’t and I was relieved.We talked about his hopes and dreams and his love of travel. He said he loved cats and had two at home. He asked about myself and my husband and I admitted that we had a “somewhat open relationship” (but I didn’t tell him my husband knew about him). He asked me if I wanted to go for a walk in the nearby shopping mall and I agreed. It was actually very romantic and I got caught up in the moment. In my mind I was thinking that it was hilarious to think that I had my husband’s permission to have sexual intercourse with this man but did that include a romantic walk as I held his arm? I decided that this concern would have to wait until I got home and discussed it with my husband. In all our talks this subject never came up. I would wing it this time and ask forgiveness later if it upset him.After a little bit of walking Victor asked me if I would like to eat dinner with him and I agreed so he guided me to a nearby restaurant within the mall where he treated me to dinner. I was smitten and I felt guilty that I was feeling this way. After dinner we walked a little bit more before he popped the question I knew was coming: Would I return to his hotel with him? Here was the decisive moment.