"Come for me, Jimmy," my wife whispered coquettishly as she lay naked on her stomach on our made bed between the thighs of my friend. She held his erection in her hand, her fingers wrapped around his beefy shaft, her eyes on his, assuring him she wanted to suck it, her luscious lips less than an inch from the tip of his cock. I'd never seen her like this, never watched her seduce someone else, never seen her suck anyone else's cock, but the sight excited me in every way. I had fantasized the situation for years, since she confessed the desire after sex one Sunday morning two years before.
She smiled, kissed the end of Jim's erection, then licked seductively across the bulbous knob, savoring it like it was a thirty-one flavors cone on a hot day. Her round bare bottom cheeks were displayed seductively a few feet from me on the bed and I loved the sight of her bare ass, put my hand on her rump, luxuriating in its firmness, its roundness, relishing being apart of the scene in front of me, happy to be included in their first sexual encounter. Would she have sex with him again? Of course.
As I laid my palm on her naked bottom, feeling and savoring the curve of her buttocks with my finger tips, I glanced appreciatively between her legs at the sweet pussy lips splayed with arousal, pink with anticipation, open and puffy and wet and ready for his cock or his tongue. I moved my fingers to her anus and pussy slit, fingering the openings I loved so much and spent hours feeling, tasting, and admiring. I thrilled at the possibility of Jim's mouth touching that pussy, tasting its tangy sexiness, pleasuring it, and I imagined how I'd feel actually witnessing his cock sliding in and out of her wet lips.
I thought about all that as I watched her reach out with her tongue and swirl it around the crown of Jim's rigid cock, tasting his pre come, kissing the end again while sliding her hand slowly up and down his shaft, masturbating him gently, affectionately, giving him what he confessed to us he had dreamed about for years. He closed his eyes as my wife wet her palm with her tongue then went back to jacking him off as she tended at the same time to his dick with her lips and tongue. "Can I suck it?" she said, asking the question that didn't need to be answered, but he nodded without a word. His attention fully on what she was doing, wanting her to go on, aroused to the max he watched her. I loved watching it too.
"She's been wanting to do this for years," I said aloud. She glanced over at me, grinning, and blew him a kiss. "And it might sound crazy," I went on, "but I wanted to see it. I want you two to be able to enjoy fucking."
"Should have said so," Jim replied with a chuckle.
It had happened gradually, like I said. I had fantasized about it. I had a secret desire to see my wife fucked by someone else, but I'd joke about it, like it was her desire, not mine. Then when I figured she had the same thoughts as me, to have sex with someone else, I started to get hopeful, still treating it like a joke, however. It was playful and taboo, a little dangerous, like wading into the shallows of fast moving river, as a lark, then slowly braving the deeper water farther from shore.
We'd have great sex after our excursions into the bold underbelly of sexual adventure, playacting her fucking someone else, then we went from just joking about the possibility to talking more seriously, more often, and with more undisguised and genuine arousal attached. Within a year we had gone from speaking hypothetical in our sexual bed about sexual fantasies to actually talking about her wanting to be fucked.
One day after sex she dropped all pretense and told me outright that she wanted to feel someone else's hard cock in her pussy. I was thrilled. My wife had gone from a woman joking about blowing another guy, to actually being ready to do it, wanting it, openly planning the time and place. Deciding who she'd like to fuck. For two weeks before it actually happened, we spoke of it nearly every day, especially before and after sex. We barely talked of anything else, obsessing about it every night. She asked me over and over if I was sure, if I didn't mind if she fucked Jim. "Fuck him good," I answered.
That night, after she helped Jim and me out of our clothes, and I had lifted her dress over her head, offering my pal my naked wife, Claire kicked off her shoes and sat naked on the edge of the bed, her legs open for him to see the pussy she wanted him in. She then motioned with her head for him to join her, patting the mattress next to her. Smiling seductively. He sat down and my wife moved over until she was stretched out on her stomach before him, lifting her feet up behind her, like a schoolgirl playfully toying with her victim. She took hold of his hard cock, looking over at me as she did i, then kissing the tip. She didn't need my approval, because by then she already had it. We talked about it for months, and my horny little wife was certain to do Jim that night, and I couldn't wait to see her.
From the look on my buddy's face, the pure ecstasy of a man about to get the blow job of his life, I knew he was close to ejaculating by the time she told him to come. She looked pleased by the pleasure showing on his face, by his gratefulness, and I loved watching her work over his dick with her lips and tongue and mouth, the first time I'd seen her do it to anyone but me.
Since the very moment she had helped him out of his pants and led him to the bed, my wife had been focussed on giving my good friend a most memorable sexual experience she could. Her attention to that energized me and I couldn't wait to seehim inside of her. He looked at me questioning as she fondled his cock, shrugged as I nodded, telling him to enjoy himself. I knew eventually he'd fuck her, at least I hoped so much he would, but the first part of the evening was most likely the best head he'd ever received and I watched with enthusiasm.
"Come in my mouth," my wife prompted with passion. "Come for me so I can taste you, Jimmy. Please, I want to taste your come. The only man I've ever swallowed is David. Give me your come, baby? I'll drink all you have to give," she said smiling. Her words thrilled me. "Later, you can shoot in my pussy, if you want. We've talked about it, and it's okay with David," she said. "So, you want to fuck me?"
He just nodded. For nearly five minutes Claire seductively licked the length of my friend's dick, running her tongue from his scrotum up the underside of his rigid cock to the bulbous helmet, then taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could manage. She licked the precome out of his the hole in the end of his dick, and she smiled wantonly as she did.
When my friend's erection began spouting semen, my horny spouse smiled with glee, catching the first stream on her tongue, pulling it quickly into her mouth and swallowing, a naughty grin on her face, then she repeatedly slurped his gurgling ejaculate as it bubbled from the end of his erection. Amazingly, I was thrilled at what I saw, and felt privileged to see it. When the flow of semen finally slowed, Claire licked the head and shaft with a wanton tongue, gleefully cleaning my buddy's sticky staff, relishing the taste of his come.
Claire loved giving head and had told me a week before that she intended to suck Jim to orgasm. It wasn't a "maybe", she simply stated she intended to give another man a blow job. I said she should go ahead and enjoy herself, and she assured me that she planned to.
"What brought this on?" I asked. For the next thirty minutes she told me it had been a secret fantasy of hers for years.
"I just started thinking about fucking other guys a lot." She told me she had been curious about sucking another man's cock, liked doing me, but wanted the feel of someone else between her lips and on her tongue. She explained she wanted to know what other men tasted like.
