Middle age is not for the weary. It is for the horny. As I approach my mid-thirties, I find myself becoming more and more perverted with every new day. My wife has always encouraged new things. It was new positions and different places of the house to start with. After the first couple of years we started to experiment with toys and semi-public sex in parks, and on beaches. Then, after 11 years of marriage, we invited someone to share our bed. On a late September Saturday night, my wife and I explored with a 19 year-old nympho with the looks of a fairy goddess. Her name was Brooke.
My wife, Selena, is a very beautiful woman, with long dark hair that curls around the olive skin of her soft cheeks. Her ass was made for rap videos and her perky tits always have a sexy tan line from her bikini top.
Brooke had Boobs that always pushed her top out far enough to give me a nice glimpse of her cinnamon colored cleavage. I spent every Saturday morning imagining what her nipples would look like, and feel like. I wanted to feel them so bad, but I could never tell my wife... she talked about Brooke all the time. Selena spent weekday mornings in the coffee shop too. She was becoming friends with Brooke, listening to problems and offering advice. She would often tell me that Brooke reminded her of herself at 19.
On one Saturday morning, Selena wasn't feeling well. She sent me to the coffee shop for my usual, and a green tea for herself. Brooke's brown eyes and big smile widened when I walked in. I smiled back and waited in line, checking out her cleavage and trying not to let anyone catch me do it. When I reached the counter I looked down the canary yellow top of the sexiest 19 year old girl I have ever fantasized about... and she caught me. Brooke waited until my stare returned to her face, made eye contact, and smiled like a cheshire cat. Her eyes and smile were telling me that she wanted to meet me in the bathroom for a quick fuck on her 15 minute break. Her voice asked about Selena and took my order. After taking my money she said that she thought Selena and I were the perfect couple, that she wanted to marry a man like me. My dick got hard at those words. She used a soft voice so I would have to lean in to hear what she was saying.
I sat at a table by the window, hoping that no one would see the 8-inch erection doming the crotch of my basketball shorts. When my drinks where finished, Brooke brought them over to the table. She said that my shorts looked "comfortable." Before I could finish undressing her in my mind, bending her over the round coffee table, and imaginarily fucking her brains out in front of three old ladies and an assistant manager, she dropped a business card on the table in front of me. It had the information for the coffee shop and it's logo on the front. On the back Brooke had hand written a note that said:
Selena, I missed you this morning. Your husband is such a handsome man. I have something for both of you. Call me if you feel better (555-5555).
When I got home, the note perked Selena up so much that she pulled me into bed with her. She said, "lay on your back honey," and started to kiss my ears and my neck. She put her hand under my shirt and squeezed one of my nipples just hard enough to hurt before letting it go.
"You go to the coffee shop without me and bring home some hot younger woman's phone number. I'll have to teach you," She said as she squeezed my other nipple. "I am going to call this number and see if this little skanky slut has any idea that she gave her number to a married man."
Selena had always told me that the lesbian encounters she had in college were always more fun when she could be a little more dominant than she was with men. I hadn't seen her assert authority in bed much, but it was really turning me on. She reached to each corner of the bed and grabbed the homemade shackles to secure me in place. We usually tied her in them, but she fastened my wrists, after removing my shirt, while whispering in my ear how much fun it was going to be for her to teach Brooke a few tricks of the sex trade. She didn't have to say anything else to convince me not to fight the stripping of my pants and boxers, and the placing of restraints on my ankles.
My wife did what she said she was going to do, dialing Brooke's number from her cell phone. She put it on speaker, sat down next to me, and told me not to talk. After the first two rings she put her hand on my cock and gently started to play with it, twisting the head.
"Hello," it was Brooke's voice on the other end.
My cock started to tingle as Selena told Brooke to, "shut up you little stut. I found your number in my husband's wallet and now he is being punished for what you did. I want to punish you too. I think you need to come over and suck his big fat cock under my direction. That way he has to wait for hours before he blows his load in your mouth. It will be agonizing and he'll beg us to let him cum. You will need to do exactly as I tell you. Whether I say suck cock, lick pussy, or dance like it's raining, you will be the good little slut that I tell you to be."
