I wanted to watch my wife fuck another guy. No correction. I wanted another guy to fuck my wife while I watched.
The difference? Well there is a difference and it is called reluctance, or a point blank refusal on her part to actively seek out another man, seduce him and fuck him for my gratification, and of course her pleasure.
So it would actually take the guy to fuck my wife. Not necessarily against her will so to speak, but more like take her by surprise, trick her in to having another mans cock enter her prudish cunt. I was convinced once this happened, once the taboo was broken and this strangers cock made her aware of the possibilities, then I would see my wife reciprocate and fuck the guy back.
Let me tell you now, this was not just a fantasy of mine. It's was an obsession. My wife knew I wanted this. I told her often. But she refused point blank. It got to the stage where we barely had sex any more, because she knew I would bring it up again, and start asking her to imagine that I was someone else, and beg her to try it for real again.
There was not a day that went by where I didn't picture my wife being taken hard by some bull with a big cock. I jacked off most days fantasising about her being treated like a whore, and her acting like one.
For sure, all the guys I imagined her with were fit, athletic and hung, but of varying race and colour. It is perhaps the stereotype, but these guys also represent what I am not in every department, and these men know how to pleasure a woman to delirium.
It got so bad, that even when doing the most humdrum act or chore, like driving to work, or the weekly shop, I would be looking at her and imagining her naked with a strangers cock in her mouth, or her pussy, or sometimes both.
When I was driving around in my own job, I would spend the long hours at the wheel trying to dream up schemes; plotting my wife's eventual surrender to another man. I was convinced this would also help with any secret frustration and lust of her own, having been fully sated by a master of his craft.
I got my chance as my 50th birthday approached. She asked me what I wanted as a gift; something special she said to remember the landmark birthday.
So I asked her again to let me watch her fuck another man - that would be the mother load of all birthday gifts in my book. Well when I say asked, I pretty much fucking full on begged her, such was my desperation to see this come true.
Unsurprisingly she said no. However, much to my surprise she did suggest an alternative, as a one time deal only. I think she suggested it in the hope that it would work something out of my system - how wrong she was.
She offered to go away for a 'dirty' weekend. At this weekend she told me she would do pretty much anything I wanted, except involve another person (she said person just to be sure I didn't get any ideas about another woman joining us instead of a man at the weekend). She's not daft my Mrs.
She gave me some examples of what she would allow. Most of which were rare, or we had never done before.
She would play with my cock. She would jack me off and give me oral.
She would let me talk dirty, tell her my fantasies and pretend I was someone else. Role play was ok.
She would allow me to use toys on her, if I felt inclined to buy them.
She would let me fuck her as many times as I could manage, in as many positions as I could physically perform.
Dressing up was ok if it helped.
Basically she said that for the entire weekend of my birthday, she would act like a slut, except she wouldn't do anal, she wouldn't swallow my cum, and she wouldn't fuck anyone else. The rest she could cope with.
Well as disappointed as I was about the no guy rule (or girl to be honest), I was not about to say no was I? I mean Jesus, I normally get the "pull my nightie down when you're finished" routine, so this was a massive gesture on her part.
And of course, I was not going to let it rest there. My brain was racing with the
possibilities. Now that the scene was set and sex was in the air, I was on full operation get my wife fucked mode. It was just too good an opportunity to miss. Sure a little part of me felt guilty at abusing her trust, but I was irrational at this point, and totally and utterly convinced that deep down the thought of what I suggested turned her on. I was sure that she had her own veiled, deep seated need to be properly serviced by a real man - a bull. I could actually see her thanking me for what I was about to do.
I made my first request a few days before the weekend.
I asked her to dress like a slut. I wanted her to show lots of cleavage, no bra. I wanted her to wear a short summer dress, with a plunging neck line and/or with any buttons undone. I also asked her to wear white panties under the short dress, which should just about cover her ass. I told her they had to be white so they were more visible from a certain angle, or when she crossed her legs or bent over etc. Black or dark panties would not be as obvious.
Of course she asked me why.
Well I told her mostly the truth. I wanted her to draw attention to herself when we sat in the bar and restaurant at the hotel. I wanted men to ogle her breasts, and for the waiter to get a view down her dress when he served her. I wanted guys staring across the room at her thighs, catching sight of her panties and getting hard at the thought of what lay inside. I wanted her to be the centre of attention, as that would really turn me on, knowing the men in the room were all looking at her, undressing her with their eyes and fucking her in their imagination.
I even asked her to goad them a little, flirt a bit, flash a bit more of her crotch, lean forward to reach for something so that her tits swung freely inside her dress, providing a view of them to whoever was paying attention. She rolled her eyes, and looked uncertain, but in the end she agreed. And on the night she did everything I asked.
My cock felt like it was going to explode sat in that bar. Multiple pairs of eyes, some of them women's too, were transfixed on the hem of my wife's summer dress and on her large mounds and ample cleavage.
I watched her do a 'Sharon Stone' for one guy, an exaggerated crossing of her legs, revealing pretty much all of her silk clad pussy to him. I noticed he subconsciously reached for his cock and readjusted himself.
One guy stood at the bar, kept glancing over and catching her eye I noticed. They exchanged a brief smile too, though I got the feeling she thought I wasn't looking when they did.
I got up to refresh our drinks and stood next to the bloke in question at the bar. I stood talking to him for about ten minutes, waiting to be served, then went back to rejoin my wife.
"Oh my god this is fucking amazing. You dressing like that and flirting is working out much better than I expected. All the blokes in the room look like they want to run off and have a wank while thinking about your tits and pussy."
