Introduction
"What do I have to do to convince you I'm serious?" I asked my sexy wife of ten years. We were in bed, fucking, and as usual our sex talk turned to my favorite subject... my desire for my wife to fuck other men.
"Darling, do you really think you could handle letting another man fuck me?" Di asked. "It's one thing to fantasize about it, but quite another to actually go through with it."
"I could handle it," I said, sliding my cock slowly in and out of my hot wife's cunt. "You know how hot it makes me to hear about your past... your threesomes... fucking in front of other people... sucking that guy's cock while others watched you at that swing club. I want to share that with you, Di... Your being a slut."
"I'm not so sure you could," Di said. "I know you like to think about it... about me being a slut for you... but I'm afraid you wouldn't really want it, or me, if I went through with it."
"As I said, what do I have to do to convince you I'm serious?" I asked again, my cock throbbing inside Di's tight pussy.
"Why, darling? Why would you want me to do it?" she asked, moving her slender legs around mine, pumping slowly up off the bed to meet my thrusts.
"Because all my life I've loved porn. And I'd love you to be my personal porn star. I'd love to be doing this to you with your cunt filled with another man's cum," I whispered, meaning it, sliding my cock inside my wife's wet pussy.
"You're serious, aren't you?" she said.
"Yeah. I am!" I moaned, pumping harder now.
"Like this, baby?" Di asked. "You'd want me to fuck him like this... with his unprotected cock deep inside me, my cunt milking it, fucking it, until he came inside your slut wife's pussy? Is that what you'd like, darling?"
"GOD YESSSSS!!" I moaned.
"Do it, Jim. Fuck me! COME IN ME. Come on, Jimmy, baby. Come in my pussy for me," Di begged, feeling me ready to boil over inside her hot wet flesh. And so I did. Because my name's not Jim, and because that's the guy coming into town next week to have dinner with us, or at least with Di. An old friend. Former lover. And I was going to try to convince her to fuck him for me.
Chapter 1.
The next morning when Di brought our coffee into the bedroom she said, "You were pretty far out there last night."
"How so?"
"Well... you sounded like you really meant what you said... about me fucking another man," she said, a little smirk on her face.
"I did, baby," I replied, my cock beginning to tingle just from hearing her talking about it again.
"Honey... I..."
"What, baby? Tell me," I said, concerned now.
"Well... you know Jim Lavern is coming to town this weekend, right?"
"Yeah, sure. Isn't that why you called me Jim last night. To enhance our fantasy?"
"Yeah. It is. But what if he wanted me to fuck him, baby? What if I met him at his hotel and went up to his room with him and let him fuck me? How would you feel about that?" Di asked, her expression a little anxious.
"Does this answer your question?" I replied, moving my bathrobe aside, letting her see my hard cock. "Just hearing about it did this to me, Di. I can only imagine how hot I'd be if you actually did it."
And so she did.
Chapter 2. Fucking another man for me
Fast forward to the weekend. Saturday afternoon. Di stepping out of the shower, her gorgeous body on display for me as it would be for Jim that night. She called him, and said I was sick, but that she'd love to meet him in his hotel for drinks. He agreed, of course. I knew if he'd known Di for a few years he must want to fuck her. Any guy who knows her wants her, especially the men who see the naked photos of her I post online. I've photographed her with her pussy spread open, inviting cocks to slide into it. With her cunt leaking my cum or piss after I came or peed in it. And with gobs of cum dripping from my cock down onto her face. So yeah, anyone who's seen her wants to fuck her. I love it.
"I want to select what you wear," I told her.
"I bet you do," she smirked.
"I'm serious, baby. I want him to know you're a slut... his slut for the evening. Okay?"
"This is your idea, Bill, so I'll follow your lead. What do you want me to wear?" she asked.
I went to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a black garter belt and lace stockings.
"Start by putting on these," I said, rummaging through the drawer for a pair of her lacy crotchless panties. "And wear these," I said, finding and handing them to her.
As I watched, gently fondling my naked cock, Di pulled on the stockings, then the garter belt, attaching the stockings to it. Then she stepped into the crotchless panties, grinning at me, posing for me seductively with her naked tits sticking out, nipples rock hard as usual.
"This look okay?" she asked, knowing the answer. At 48, Di still has the body of a college coed. She's petite, 5'2" tall, weighing in at a mere 115, with her 36C tits still very firm and perky.
"What do I wear over this?" she continued.
"Your silk leopard blouse. No bra, of course, with the top three buttons undone. And your black leather miniskirt. The spiked heel "fuck me" shoes, too," I continued, watching as she grinned at me, finding the requested clothing in her closet. She put on the blouse, then stepped into the skirt.
"Okay?" she asked. Her nipples were practically poking holes in the thin blouse, and the skirt barely covered her pussy.
"Perfect," I said. "Here. Take this. Set it on the dresser or something and take some photos of everything. I want to see them. Now go get fucked and bring me home a cunt full of warm cum."
And she did that, too.
Chapter 3. Eating cream pie
Di left around six in the evening. I went online then and posted photos of her, adding that she was out that night getting fucked for me. It was all I could do to stop from jerking off, but I wanted to wait for when Di came home. She finally did, around 11:00. I was in bed by then, naked, stroking myself but not coming, waiting for her. When I heard the garage door going up I almost came, but I didn't.