If You Want To Watch

"My God, baby; you have no idea how good you look with a cock in your mouth."

I reached down and fondled my wife's nipple while she sucked me. I always think Susan is beautiful, but in the bedroom, she rises to a whole other level.

Right now, I'm on my back in bed and she is across my body on all fours, her b-cup titties hanging straight down, accentuating their longer-than-wide shape. Pulling down on her big nipples stretches them further. This is beyond beauty, this is sexy, approaching lewd.

The view of her ass is equally hot. Her back has a naturally deep arch that does so much to display her ass to maximum advantage. And Susan's ass is fit, powerful, and padded just enough to smooth out the edges.

Each time her lips slide up the shaft of my cock, they are pulled slightly away from her face, adding to the salacious appearance of the act. I see lust in her eyes.

What can I say, I'm a very visual guy.

When she's satisfied she has sucked me to maximum hardness, she rises to her knees, swings a leg over me and starts fucking me reverse cowgirl. This gives me a clear view of her ass spread wide, showing me her enticing asshole as it winks at me with each downstroke. Her hungry pussy lips are gaped around my shaft, and I can see her juices ooze out around my cock, running down onto my tight ball sack. I'm moaning loudly now, warning of the imminent explosion. Leaning to one side, she lifts off me, spins on the still planted knee and remounts me in forward facing cowgirl.

"I want you looking into my eyes when you shoot your cum in me" she says.

Of all the sexy views I get of my wife, looking into her eyes as she comes is my absolute favorite. But this time I'm so close, she knows I'm not going to last long enough to bring her along with me. Then she stops moving. She sits upright atop me, studying my face. Once my breathing calms and my expression becomes less urgent, she pulls her shoulders back to accentuate another favorite view. When upright like this, her sexy titties jut out proudly, showing off their ski jump slope. At the end of each ramp, a fat nipple points out and slightly up, surrounded by big, dark areolas. The visual stimulation is too much. In a last-ditch attempt to stave off my orgasm, I do the unthinkable and close my eyes.

"Look at me Don. Open your eyes. No more stimulation for your cock. I want you to cum just from looking at me."

I'm at her mercy and I obediently open my eyes. I see her hands move from her hips to slowly travel up her torso. Coming to rest under her tits, she cups her hands and pulls her titties up and out, treating me to another raunchy display. She watches my face and sees my desperation building. Her hands stroke her tits from base to tip, milking them. Her tits have no milk to give, but my cock has cream, and she is milking it out as surely as if she were squeezing it. She flicks her nipples, showing me how hard they are. I can't stand it any longer. Delivering the coup de grace, she jiggles her tits and is rewarded with my warm spunk, which I pump into her pussy with all I've got.

"I don't know what I did to deserve that, but if you let me know, I promise I'll do it every day."

She swings off me and flops down on her back, snuggling up to me.

"I was just trying to pay you back for yesterday. And what you did then, was eat me out until I couldn't take it anymore. But I'm afraid if we keep trying to one-up each other, one of us is not going to survive."

"But what a way to go, eh?"

Fortunately for us, we're both healthy 28-year-olds whose libidos are keeping us fit as we enter our fifth year of wedded bliss. From early in our marriage, we took a lesson from older married couples we knew, who had grown complacent and allowed their sex lives to become stale. We vowed to talk about everything and stay tuned-in to each other. Nothing was off the table, nothing too embarrassing to discuss. Which is not to say every fantasy was embraced and pursued, only shared without fear of judgement. So, I just came out and asked her:

"What made you think of pulling me over the edge by my eyeballs like that?"

"It wasn't that hard to figure out. You're always telling me how excited you get watching my reactions when we fuck. And I know what kind of porn gets you going. You know, voyeur, cuckold, always with a man watching his woman get off."

"Yeah, that does top my list of biggest turn-ons."

"So... how come you've never actually talked about cuckold fantasies?"

"Because I don't have them. I mean, I like that the guy wants to watch his wife with another man, but I don't identify with the cucks."

"You mean because you don't have a small penis?"

"Yeah that, and so much more. I don't feel inadequate in bed. I certainly don't want you to see other men behind my back. And I don't want to participate in bed with another guy. I don't want to be forced to do things, to feel emasculated or humiliated, either by a bull or by you. The watching part is all I really get into, and that seems like such a small part of the cuckold experience."

"Yeah, I see that."

Clearly, Sue was ruminating. Her imagination had led us to try some fun things in the past, so I was patient.

"But you

would

like to watch me with another man?"

"Oh God yes!"

"Isn't there some way we could experience at least a part of that fantasy?"

It seemed an innocent enough question on her part. In hindsight, I guess my response was a bit naive; but in my defense, I didn't know where this was headed.

"Isn't it as easy as finding the right guy to invite into our bedroom?"

"Heh... no. No, definitely not. Look - you know I've always been up for trying just about anything sexual with you, but

you

is the operative word in that sentence. I have no interest in doing things with some other guy."

"That would seem to put an end to the discussion, doncha think?"

"Not necessarily. I just feel like if I'm going to put myself out there for you, it's only fair you extend yourself for me."

"Uh, I guess you're driving here, because I still don't know where we're going."

"I don't either, not really. I'm just thinking through this as I talk. I know it's kind of scary for me -- the idea of having a strange guy in our home. I feel like I'd want an extra degree of control over what happens, maybe some way to keep things from getting out of hand. As far as how you might extend yourself for me, I've got a kink I'd love for us to dip our toes in, just to see what we think."

"Now you're talkin'! A new kink sounds promising. What do you have in that dirty little mind?"

She took a deep breath, then it just tumbled out:

"I'd like to watch you as well, but not with another woman."

"Oh no. No-no-no-no-no. I have no interest in doing things with some other guy."

"You do realize, don't you; those are the exact words I said about your fantasy."

"Actually, no, I didn't. Regardless, your act would be done with your preferred gender. Not mine. Big difference."

"You're right, which is why I'm willing to give you complete control over which acts are chosen."

Choosing acts? What the hell was she envisioning here?

"Ask yourself: is there anything -- any one single sexual act -- that you want to watch me do with another man. And you want to watch that

so

much, that you would be willing to let

me

watch

you

do the same thing with him first? If there is, we start with that one. Once we both have experienced the first round, we can talk it over and decide if we want to continue."

This gave me a lot to think about. There were so many things that I wanted to watch her do with another man. But I eliminated every one that came to mind as soon as I tried to imagine doing the same thing with the guy. So I tried to approach it from the opposite tack. What sexual act would I be willing to perform with a guy, that would not be all that objectionable to me, but would be hot to watch my wife do with the same guy. I knew I didn't want the guy touching me, and I certainly didn't want to touch him. Then it hit me -- I could masturbate in front of him. It might not be exciting, but it wouldn't be that bad. All guys know what that looks like, so I reasoned that me performing the act wouldn't be that sexually charged for him or me, but it sure would be when it was Sue's turn.

"OK, I'm in." I told her.

"Whoa, that was quick! I guess you came up with one. What is it?"

"I'm not sure I want to tell you yet. You said you were giving me complete control, right? That means you're willing to do anything I do, so why do you need to know what it is ahead of time?"

"Hmmm. Alright; for now, anyway."

It was a grudging concession, and I knew why. You don't have to read much porn before you develop an awareness of the power in that one word:

anything

. Now I was starting to appreciate how much control Sue was giving me, and it was getting me hard. We had plenty to occupy our thoughts while waiting for sleep to come.

Over breakfast he next morning, we were both occupied with trying to figure out who "the other man" would be. How to choose him. What qualities we preferred. We left for our respective jobs with the same mental task. By that evening we were both ready to share thoughts.

"He's got to be sexy. Attractive, but mostly sexy." Sue offered.

"I completely understand why that would be important to you. it's just not important to me. So I guess that's one you get to decide on your own."

"And he should be bisexual."

"Why? I'm not entertaining anything that would require that."

"Yes, but baby, you

are

going to be doing

something

with him, so I think it would be best if he were comfortable in front of another man. If you choose something that pushes your boundaries, that could be exciting for both of us. But there's no reason to push his boundaries. We want him to be enthusiastic, not reluctant or uncomfortable."

Wait a minute, I thought. She just told me that pushing my boundaries with another guy could be exciting for her. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I wasn't ready to hear more, so I elected to just move on.

"I guess you're right. In that case, I think we're also looking for kinky. Same reason."

"I spent most of my day mentally sorting through a list of friends and acquaintances, but none of them are bi or kinky, at least as far as I know."

"Agreed. So I think we're down to the internet. Do we search or advertise?"

"Advertise. I think we're looking for someone who's pretty far from the herd, if you know what I mean."

Once we had talked it out, it didn't take long to come up with our wanted ad:

25 y/o husband and wife seek bi male, 21-35 y/o, to help us explore. Must have 6"+, kinky mind, willingness to go slow and follow direction

We knew the last part would drastically reduce our responses and might turn off some potentially acceptable candidates. But it would also weed out the hookup artists and scammers, which was an acceptable tradeoff. We were in no hurry.

Once the ad was placed, all that remained was to monitor the dating app for responses. As the weeks passed, it was easy to forget the ad was out there, and it was close to 2 months before we got our first response. Knowing how long we might need to wait for another, we were inclined to approve of this guy before even meeting him. We decided that if the meeting went well, we wanted to be ready to take the next step that same night. Arguably a bigger decision for Sue, given that she had no idea what I wanted us to do with him. I think the fact that he was young (22) and seemed attractive (or as Sue put it -- hot!) had a lot to do with it.

After some chats and a brief Skype call, we arranged to meet Kyle at a local pub. We arrived early and snagged a back corner booth. Sue wore a conservative blouse over a mid-thigh skirt. I was in khakis and a polo. Kyle arrived right on time, and we waved him over. I stood up to shake his hand. I got a good feeling about him from the start.

"Hi Kyle, I'm Don, and this is Sue. Please, have a seat." He sat on the end next to Sue and across from me.

"Hi Don, Sue. How are you two doing?"

"A little nervous, I suppose. We've never included anyone into our playtime before, so this is a big step for us."

"I understand. I've been with a few other couples before, and I know it can be hard to establish a comfort level. Hopefully I can help with that. I realize I'm young, but I am fortunate to have learned a lot early on, thanks to a considerably older woman who took me under her wing and... shall we say, showed me the ropes."

The waitress came over and took Kyle's drink order. It seemed she also found him appealing, based on her quick appraisal and their brief interaction. Having previously chatted about the dynamic we envisioned; we explained our thinking in greater detail, including the fact that while I was to be in control of how things progressed, it would be my first time doing anything with another man, and I was somewhat uneasy about that. He was surprised by that, and we talked at some length about it. He was clearly intrigued, but at the same time, also reticent. He explained he was concerned about getting involved in any kind of coercive situation. I confessed that while my participation was at Sue's insistence, anything I did would not only be completely my choice, it would actually be my idea. That seemed to satisfy him and his interest level increased. He now directed the conversation.

"There are a few more things to iron out. Since the step-by-step nature of our arrangement will necessitate multiple visits to your home, I'd like to make sure each visit will be substantial. Toward that end, I propose that once Don and I have interacted, Sue and I will enjoy the same interaction during the same visit. The possibility of taking two steps in the same visit would be something I would favor, but of course that would be completely your decision."

Sue and I agreed that sounded reasonable. In fact, I was encouraged that Kyle was considering logistics we had not thought to discuss.

"Before each visit, Don and I will discuss what will happen, and perhaps a little about how it will happen, just to preserve the natural feel of our interactions. After all, none of us would be happy if this became an erotic version of Simon Says. I will honor your wishes and limits; but within those constraints, I will retain the freedom to improvise and incorporate my own desires. In short, we should all do our best to diminish the artificial construct of our relationship and enjoy our time together as something natural. At this point I will excuse myself to the restroom while you two decide whether you would like to include me in your adventure. For my part, I'm ready."

With that, Kyle got up and left us to confer. I doubt he had time to straddle the urinal before we reached our decision. I started:

"I like him. You?"

"Yes. Let's do it!"

"Deal."

When Kyle returned, rather than retake his previous seat, he asked if I could get up and let him sit in the middle. Once seated, he asked if we had made a decision.

"We have, Kyle." I said. "We'd like to invite you to our house to play with us. Tonight, if possible."

"Ha ha ha. That's a bit quicker than I anticipated, but my night is free, so why not? But first, I'd like to propose a few preliminaries. To start with, I offer a goodwill gesture. You two have impressed me with the care you've shown in your approach, but you never want to forget that dating apps are ripe with fraud, and one of the most common is men who lie about their 'qualifications'. While I was in the men's room, I took the liberty to prepare my presentation."

Before I registered what was happening, Kyle had unfastened his pants, raised his hips and slid his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, displaying an impressive erection underneath the table. He then placed both his arms behind us along the top of our booth, allowing us an unobstructed view of the goods. I quickly scanned the room to make sure no one else was able to see what we could. No one was nearby, and I realized Kyle could easily slump down and hide everything below the table in an instant. Looking down again, there was no question he exceeded 6". I knew because that's what I'm packing, and he was clearly bigger than me. Closer to 7" and a bit thicker as well. I looked at Sue and her smile left no doubt. It hit me that it had already started -- I was watching my wife with another man. If this was any indication of what awaited us, I was about to be one happy camper. Kyle broke the silence:

"Judging from Sue's expression, I'd say I qualify. Don, you seem to be staring at Sue. Did you get a good look?"

"Uh, yeah. That's... very nice. I mean, fine. Thanks."

He pulled his pants back up with a satisfied smile.

"Now if you don't mind, Don, would you be so kind as to tell me what tonight's activity will involve?"

"Sure." I looked at Sue. "Tonight, Susan and I will be masturbating for you."

"Splendid! And hopefully you'll be doing it for yourselves as well! Ha ha ha."

Susan had just heard my plan for the first time. We had previously masturbated together, although neither while the other simply watched, and certainly never in front of a third party. I couldn't read much in her face, beyond a brief widening of her eyes as the initial realization hit.

"Given your choice, I propose you each offer your own goodwill gesture. Call it a dry run, if you will. Although there is no requirement either of you remain dry. In fact, I hope that is specifically

not

the case for Susan. Don, I believe you start the festivities. Please, expose yourself to us as I just did. I'd like you to arouse yourself sufficiently to demonstrate your willingness to commit. Please begin at your convenience."

I saw Sue looking at Kyle and could now read something new: she was smiling again, and this time she seemed impressed. I think she admired this young stud's confidence and willingness to take charge. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, given that I was supposed to be the one "in control" here.

I then looked at Kyle and suddenly had a new appreciation of what was about to happen. Up until now I had regarded him as any other guy I might meet. He seemed nice, personable, and okay - even handsome. But now he was a man who was waiting to get a look at my cock, and then watch me stroke it. And his look did not suggest the distain I might expect from most men in this situation. Indifference would have been another "normal" attitude. Instead, I was sensing satisfaction and anticipation of arousal. It was unsettling, and not only because it was unexpected. It was unsettling because I found I liked it. A part of me wanted this man to see my penis and watch me stroke it. I knew it would arouse him and that made me feel good. What the fuck?

When he made his proposal, my immediate thought was that he was going to see me start off flaccid, and I was a grower, not a shower. I didn't like the idea that his first look at me would be unimpressive, and wondered how long it would take me to even get hard. Now I took a quick look around, then lowered my pants just as Kyle had done. In the time it had taken for him to complete his thought and for me to register their expressions, my dick had gotten halfway hard. I took it in hand and began to slowly stroke. It felt so exciting, simply being here in public with my dick out. But it wasn't just out. I was jacking it, while this man sitting right next to me was watching me do it. And he was getting off on the fact that I was doing it. For him. It was a total mind-fuck!

I looked at Sue. Her mouth hung open. I saw her scan the room nervously, then resume watching me. It felt more comforting for me to look at Sue watching me. Looking at Kyle felt disquieting. So why was I looking at him again? I knew it was contributing far more to the complete hardening of my erection. I closed my eyes and started to get into a rhythm. My strokes came faster, my grip tightened, and I just as it started to feel really good, Kyle said: