The discussion the next morning was more revealing than I'd expected, and cleared up a lot of questions I'd had about my wife's sudden change in attitude and behavior. I'd always known bits and pieces about Mandy's college roommate, and their college days, what I didn't know was that my wife's best friend in the world, at least during her college days was now dying, and working on her bucket list, which she'd apparently discussed at length with Mandy. That list included things she'd wished she'd done in her wilder, younger years. Such racy things, like trying to win a wet t-shirt contest, streaking, having sex with more than one man at once, having sex with her high school crush, and the list goes on. It seemed to me that most of the things she regretted doing, or at least the ones she and Mandy discussed, were sexual things, put aside by a more conservative lifestyle, the same kind of lifestyle Mandy had embraced for our entire married life.
"When I talked to her, it got me thinking. If I hadn't met you, what would I have done differently? To be honest, I haven't had sex with too many guys. I mean, I know you were more active than I was when we met, but part of the reason I fell in with you was how you treated me on that first date, and how you treated me when we had sex the first time. You made me feel like something really special, that how it felt for me was more important than you getting off. You're the only man that I ever done it with who was like that. Most of the guys I had sex with were more concerned with their end than mine. Was that the kind of husband I was destined to have? Was that the kind of husband most women had?"
"Why not just ask them?"
She laughed softly. "First thing I did. I asked my friends at a Mary Kay party. We were talking and comparing husbands. You know, how big, how good an orgasm, who finished first, that kind of thing. Only a couple thought their sex life was great, and a few even felt a little cheated after hearing about how you treat me in bed. I mean, you practically treat me like a queen in bed."
"I do?"
"Lover, for all practical purposes you worship my body with yours. I couldn't ask for a more tender, considerate lover. But maybe sometimes I take that for granted. What if I hadn't met you? What if I'd have settled for one of those other guys?"
"What do your friends say?"
"Most of them wish they'd have tried more partners, some even suggested trying you out, to see if you're really everything I bragged about."
"Oh boy. Just what I need."
"Actually, maybe it is. What man hasn't fantasized about having sex with more than one woman at a time? You seemed to enjoy Jen and I together, would you object to trying with someone else?"
I tried to look at her face, but with her head on my chest, I couldn't, and she wasn't helping. "Why?" I finally asked.
"Actually it's something a little crazy. Trish said she had sex with two guys at once, it was mind blowing. She'd never tried anything that wild and it was eye opening. I guess I'm curious now."
"You're telling me that having sex with Ron is just a warmup? "
She stroked my chest with her fingers. "I'll never go behind your back and do anything you don't want, but it'd mean a lot to me if we could try this once."
"I guess that's your way of saying, I'd better find a way to be comfortable with you having sex with Ron."
"It'd help. But if it doesn't work for you, I'll drop the whole idea."
"But you really want to try this. Why?"
"Trish said most of her regrets in life were not having experienced more sexual things. She even paid a strip club to let her dance on stage, going full nude. She said it was one of the most exhilarating things she'd ever done. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. After riding that bull last night, I can imagine a little how it must feel."
"I don't see you doing that, lover. I mean, you won't even wear a bikini to the lake."
"I might, now."
"I'll believe it when I see it." I chuckled.
"You're changing the subject. We were talking about you having sex with two women at the same time."
"No, we were talking about you having sex with two guys at the same time, and keeping me busy with their wives."
"Amazing how you pieced that together."
"Let me guess: two of your friends who were more than just making noise when they suggested trying me out?"
"It seems like a win-win. Both would get to sample you for an evening, and they'd convince their husbands by letting them gang up on me."
"And there would be no way for me to protect you if they started to do what you didn't want."
"That's part of it. I'd be physically safe, but no, they'd be free to do whatever they wanted that didn't physically hurt me."
"And you want me to agree to this?"
"Eventually."
"You're already ready to do it with Ron, aren't you?"
"Well, actually, no. I was last night. If he'd asked me to do what you did, I would have and would probably have climaxed there too. But now, this morning, I still want to, but also I'm afraid to. I'm afraid it won't feel good, I'm afraid how it will make you feel, and I'm afraid that if I don't, I'll miss something I'll wish I tried later. Does that make sense?"
"It all sounds to me like you're pretty conflicted. There's nothing that says we have to do any of this."
"No, but I don't want to end up like Trish. She probably won't make it 'till Christmas, and there's a lot on her wish list she never did."
"Such as?"
"Scuba diving. She's always wanted to try that. And she wanted to be trained."
"In what?"
Mandy lifted her head and looked at me. "Not trained in something, trained by a group of someones."
"Huh?"
"Sometimes you are such a boy-scout! Having a train run on you is when a whole bunch of guys fuck you one after another."
"Oh. Tell me that isn't on your list!"
"For now, two is my limit," she said, resting her head back on my chest.
"Alright. Tell Ellie to set something up and you can do Ron."
She lifted her face and kissed my cheek. "You sure?"
"No. But like I've always done, I'm willing to try anything you ask me. But I draw the line at a train."
"Maybe the other?"
"We'll see how Ron goes."
"How about if I want you to take me to a nude beach?"
"One thing at a time. Besides, it's the middle of the winter. They're probably all closed."
She laid her head down and giggled as she slid her hand down my body. "Someone likes some of those ideas," she said, grasping my hard-on under the covers. "Maybe I should do something about this?" In moments, she had shifted herself and rolled on top of me. I reached up to her sexy tits and cupped them as she aimed my hard shaft at her pussy and slowly settled down it, her very wet pussy slipping easily down its full length.
"I think someone else was getting excited."
"Maybe a little," she agreed as she began to slide up and down my shaft. "Okay, maybe more than a little."
---o---
It was Tuesday before Ellie had things arranged, sending me a text to surprise Mandy by taking her to dinner where she'd taken me, and then bringing her to the house without telling her. I didn't know why, but I was sure Ellie knew what she was doing. I texted Mandy and told her I was taking her to dinner. When I got home she had changed from her work clothes to a little more sensual dress, this one an off the shoulder, dark blue dress that came down to the middle of her thighs, instead of her usual knee length skirts. I could tell she had thigh-high stockings on along with fairly tall high heels.
"Wow. You look stunning!"
"Thank you, kind sir. I thought if you were taking me to dinner, I should dress like I appreciate the thought."
"Well, that dress does that. I haven't seen you wear that in a long time."
"Well, maybe you'll see more of this kind of thing."
"I won't complain. Let me go change." I headed up the stairs, already peeling my tie off. I could hear her heels on the stairs behind me. She followed me to the bedroom and into it as I unbuttoned my dress shirt. She leaned against the door, watching me undress. I caught a glimpse of her pressing her skirt to her crotch with her hand a s I took off my slacks. Once I was down to my briefs she stepped over and stood in front of me, reaching for my hands and taking them in hers. "Do you remember why I stopped wearing this dress?"
"Not really."
"It was because you tried to do this while we were kissing," she whispered, taking my hands and pulling them up to her chest. She used my fingers to pull the top of the dress down and hook the material below her boobs. "I'm a little more saggy than I was back then, but surprisingly, it still fits, thanks to stretchy material."
"I think I remember that now," I whispered as I moved my hands to cup both soft boobs and gently massaged them.
"Good. Instead of getting upset, I probably should have just done something like this," she said, pushing my briefs down and grasping my quickly hardening dick. She stroked me with both hands, sliding them along my shaft as she leaned her face to mine. She kissed me wetly, sucking on my lips as she pulled me by my dick until her back was against the door. She broke the kiss, and with her lips still brushing against mine, whispered, "Lift one of my legs."
I moved one hand from her soft breast to her left leg. Feeling my fingers on it, she lifted it, allowing me to hook my hand under her knee and hold her leg up while she used her hands to pull me closer. I felt her wet pussy lips against my now-engorged head as she deftly worked me between her lips and settle me into the entrance to her depths. She arched her back, forcing my mushroom head to expand her entrance and force my head into her slightly. My body knew exactly what to do and my hips pushed toward her, forcing me into her hot, wet depths. "Oh, fuck yes." I groaned as I started sliding in and out, my body slapping her ass against the bedroom door with each stroke.
"Don't come in me. Tell me when you're close, okay lover?" she panted before pressing her lips back to mine.
We kissed each other eagerly as I pumped my hips, driving myself in and out. Her pussy grow wetter with each passing moment that I stroked into her hot depths. It only took a very few short minutes before I felt her pussy start to spasm around me, her climax starting to wash over her. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed, her pleasure growing quickly. I knew that I too was getting close to coming, but didn't want to interrupt her in the middle of her climax. "Shit, hon. I don't know how much longer I can hold back." I finally gasped, knowing I was going to unload inside her any second.
She abruptly pushed me back, even though her own orgasm hadn't fully faded yet. She squatted in front of me, grasping my pussy-juice-covered dick and engulfing it with her mouth. She used both hands, stroking and twisting at the same time, her mouth only moving a little on my shaft as her tongue teased under my head. She pulled her face off and looked up at me.
"Come for me, lover. Pump all that sweet cum in my mouth! You know you want to! I'm ready! Give it to me!" she said before leaning toward me with her open mouth. She used both hands to continue stroking me, her hands sliding and twisting, making sure her hand slid all the way over my head.
"Oh shit," I grunted, trying to not buck my hips as my body spasmed. I watched the first gush of cum lance out of my head and spurt straight into her mouth. She let me see the next few squirts of my cum sail into her mouth before leaning towards me and closing her lips around me to suck the remnants of my orgasm from me.
She stood up and smiled, letting me see she'd swallowed my load, something she had only done a few times in the past.
"How was that?"
