When I first met Carey I knew she was out of my league. She was the perfect woman, smart, fun to be with, adventurous, great body, sexy, and always beautiful. For reasons unknown to me I seemed to have luck attracting beautiful women. Not bad for an average guy.
We dated for a year before we married. During that time we had many great adventures. The longer we were together, the more we tried new things. It began with several sexually charged trips to Palm Springs. Things like her taking her panties off, pulling her skirt up, and flashing truck drivers we passed on the interstate. For some reason, I loved seeing her do it. It was not just her nakedness, it was also the lustful look on her face as she watched the driver's eyes as he looked at her naked vagina. On some of those desert evenings, she would leave her panties in the condo and flash guys at restaurants or maybe around the pool. Nothing too crazy, mostly just quick glimpses.
After we were married, we traveled annually to Hawaii. It is a beautiful, romantic place, that is also great for sex. One night in Kauai comes to mind. We dressed up and went out to dinner in a beautiful restaurant. Set in a tropical garden. She wore a floral dress with spaghetti straps, and without a bra. She was radiant and for anyone lucky enough to stand close, her breasts came into perfect view, especially when she leaned forward. We received great service that night with either the busboy or waiter standing close by her side.
Then there was the great day that followed. After all, this is Hawaii. Carey and I were at the beach, lying in the sand, swimming in the warm waters, and having a great time. We were both getting horny. I asked her if she wanted to take a walk. She said yes.
I led her into the forest that lined the beach. In a matter of seconds, we were both naked. Carey was beautiful with her trim, shapely 32-year-old naked body. She smiled at me and then dropped to her knees.
Just as she started moving her head back and forth on my erection, a man appeared. I remembered him from the beach. He had settled into a spot not far from us on the sand. He was an average looking fellow in his thirties. He appeared harmless enough.
"Oh sorry," he said and turned to walk away.
I wasn't sure what to do when Carey called out to him. "It's okay if you want to watch," She said. "There may even be something in it for you." She smiled at him. "You can come closer."
He walked nearer to us and began rubbing himself through the fabric of his swimsuit while looking at Carey's naked body.
"Why don't you take your trunks off?" She suggested.
He didn't answer. He just removed his swimsuit showing a nice erection. His hand moving on his penis.
When I neared orgasm Carey took me in her hand and finished me off. After I was drained, she walked to the stranger. "My name is Carey, what's yours?"
"Roger Langstrom," he answered, his eyes feasting on her naked body.
"Hi, Roger. Just stand still. I'm going to move behind you, Okay?"
He just nodded.
Carey moved behind him, reached around his body, and began stroking him while rubbing her nipples across his back. She stroked him slowly and appeared to be whispering to him.
Even with the slow pace, he quickly neared climax. Carey started rubbing her breasts hard on his back and jerking him wildly. Cum shot out in streams. The man threw his head back and moaned loudly. Carey smiled and said loud enough for me to hear, "That's it, shoot it out," as she continued jerking his throbbing penis.
Later, I asked her what she had whispered to him. She said, "Just the usual, you know. I asked him if he liked what I was doing, I bet you want to cum all over me, and things like cum for me. The things men love to hear."
"I get it. Where did you learn to stand behind him like that?"
"The wrap-around thing? I had a boyfriend when I was young, who always wanted me to do it. He liked to sit on the edge of the bed with me behind him. He was a horny guy so I got a lot of practice. But in this case, I didn't want our new friend grabbing for me so I stayed behind him."
We started watching porn around that time. That is when she developed a desire for a large penis. We soon realized when we watched a porn video with a well-hung man, we were both imagining it was Carey on the screen being overwhelmed by that huge dick. For me, it was mostly wanting to see wave after wave of intense pleasure sweeping over her.
Carey seemed to agree with that when she told me, "I just want to see what it feels like inside me. Look at her orgasm," she said, indicating the girl in the video.
"I hope I can cum like that someday. She's shivering and shaking like crazy." As if she was in a dream she added, "Look at that penis. I wonder if I can make him cum with my mouth the way she does."
Did it make me jealous? Maybe a little, not because some guy would be fucking my wife, but because I wasn't born with the equipment needed to fill the role.
I was sure it was never going to happen, and that made me sad. Where would I find a guy like that? Then a light came on in my head. "Wait a minute, there is a guy at work that everyone says has a huge dick, and he's single." I thought a moment then added in a blurp, "You know him."
"Oh no, not him." She frowned.
"Why not?"
"I bet it's that Frank guy. No way. I'll never let him near me."
"No, it's that young guy you like. You remember him? Randy."
"Randy, my Randy? I love him."
So Randy it was. I just had to get him to agree. I knew he liked Carey. Getting them to do it in front of me would be the hard part.
Carey and I talked about how to make it happen. I thought it best to just come out and tell him what we planned.
She looked at me and said, "No, what is he twenty-five? I'm not sure it's a good idea to invite him over just to have sex. Don't tell him the plan. Just ask him to come over for dinner or something and maybe a movie. Once he's here I'll work on him. It may take a few visits and that's fine. I don't want to scare him off."
I could see she didn't want to lose this one.
"Most likely nothing will happen the first time and that's fine," She continued. "I'm not even sure I can go through with it."
"If that's what you want," I said. If the stories were true about his endowment, I was sure she would happily do it again and again with him.
"Yes, just a casual get-together." She had moved on to the planning stage.
"Alcohol would help. Does he drink? I'll make him dinner. Single guys like that. You can take care of the rest." Carey's mind was racing. "Lately I have been thinking about Randy making love to me. I have to admit, it turns me on. What is he twenty-five or six? I hope it happens before I become just another desperate housewife."
"Ok, whatever you think. Let me just say, you are a very desirable, totally hot woman. If you want him you'll have him. No need to worry."
The part I didn't tell her was that I wanted it to happen also, maybe even more than she did. Don't ask, I've always had a strong desire to see some guy screw her brains out. Not literally of course, but you know...
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A week later Randy was ringing at our door. I answered. "Hey Randy, come on in."