Just a Matter of Time

I knew his sexy dimples would get to her eventually, that his bawdy playfulness would turn her on something fierce, and his sexual banter would eventually work its magic.  The carnal chemistry was there, oI could see it, and it was clear to me that it was just a matter of time before he would be fucking my wife that night during or after the party.  I was as sure of that as I was that it was New Years Eve.  The strange part was it didn't bother me a bit to think of him fucking her.  I guess because I expected it. I just knew it was coming.  Actually, it turned me on more than it probably should have, at least more than I expected it to.

We had, of course, talked a few times about opening things up in our marriage, although neither of us knew how serious the other was, and that night it was clear the doors had been thrown wide open and the time had come faster than a speeding bullet I could not dodge.

I actually wanted to lock them in a room and watch through a window while she succumbed to his sexual charms.  I literally wanted to see his erect manhood slip into my wife's splayed, wet pussy and watch her hump against him until their sexual juices combined in a erotic rush of pleasure and lusty satisfaction.

It all came to an exciting head when he was the first person she kissed at the stroke of midnight.  It wasn't just a kiss either, it was obviously a passionate interlude to serious fucking, and it nearly sent me over the top just to see it happen.  It was almost shameless coitus right there in the archway under the mistletoe in front of scores of people, and it must have lasted a full two minutes.  I am sure there were tongues involved as they stood in the archway with their lips together.

Other people noticed and smiled as they kissed, knowing full well I am sure that they would be horizontal within the hour.  A few people looked at me, to see if I objected, but I merely shrugged, saying, "What will be will be."

Most seemed to understand.  There were other couples hooking up that night as well.  Dan's wife Sylvia was off with Jason, and Justin's wife Cheryl had disappeared with Joy's husband John early in the evening, so it was not that unexpected, but it was Claire and Jake that were the most undisguised and unmistakably headed for a bed.

It took them about fifteen minutes after the kiss to disappear, and it took me another fifteen to find them naked on a bed in the guest bedroom, the pile of coats from the bed tossed on the floor, and Jake's body over hers, her legs apart, and her knees pulled high around his hips.

I stood at the open door and watched them fuck without a bit of discomfort.  They had been too eager to even think of closing the door, which I was thankful for.  On the drive to the party I knew she was horny and would be susceptible to someone's seductive charms, I just didn't know who and I didn't know how long it would take.   It only took about five minutes before she was in his arms on the dance floor.

She had spent a great deal of time preparing herself for the party that afternoon, trimming her pubic hair, douching, and showering and powdering extensively.  It was exciting for me to watch her, that was for sure, and as I think about it I am sure now it was probably all for Jake, although as turned on as she was it could have been for anyone.

It got me excited to know she was primping so for the New Years Eve Party, getting herself so sexually ready for the occasion and the possibility of getting herself fucked.  I wanted to ask her who she figured to fuck, but I held off, since I was sure I would find out soon enough.

It didn't take long that night to see who she had her sights set on.  She and Jake were a number early on.  The electricity was apparent.  They probably had talked about it, and that turned me on to think about them talking about their possibly fucking at the party.  He pretty much ignored all the other women there, and spent most of his time close to Claire, dancing, chatting her up, or just standing incredibly close.

I knew she found him attractive, was particularly attentive to him, and I had even suspected something between them before that night, but it was NewYears Eve when it all came to a head, pun intended.

They danced soon after the party got started and their dancing was as close to 'dirty dancing' as they could get in a friendly neighborhood get together like this one.  They were nearly fucking already on the dance floor. Her hips were pressed against the front of his pants and they moved together slowly, sensuously, like vertical fucking.  His wife was off with Henry, so she was similarly occupied.

It seemed the party had turned into a fuck fest, although I was more interested in seeing Claire get hers than I was in banging another man's wife that night.  For some reason the sexiest thing I could imagine was Claire getting fucked at the New Years Eve Party by someone other than me.

I watched from the open door, and after awhile they changed position, which I expected, and she got on top, which she prefers, and rode him cowgirl style until she came with an undisguised shout, not even caring that others might hear her climax in the bedroom not too far from the party.  I stayed in the dark so she never saw me, at least I think she didn't.

By that time of the evening most were similarly engaged, either with their own spouse or someone else's.  Our group of friends had been moving toward the swinger scene for a while now, and I was even aware of some of the women who were having rather open affairs with other women's husbands in the group.

John Stewart's truck was routinely parked in front of Cheryl Kelly's house during the day and everybody knew her husband worked everyday until five.  It was parked in front of her house until about three and most people figured her husband knew about them because everyone else did.  They also suspected, I found out later, that Claire and Jake were an item and his wife, Karen, had her own relationship going with Julia's husband, Frank.

It was a regular Peyton Place at that party, with everybody hooking up with someone else's spouse.  About the only one not fucking someone else's mate was me, not that I hadn't thought about it, but I was so involved with watching my wife with Jake that I never got anything started with anyone else, or even thought about it.

I left the New Years Eve party at three, but I left alone, leaving Claire to get home on her own with Jake.  I figured she'd probably find some place to sleep, most likely under or next to Jake, and she would get a ride later the next day.

That is what happened, and she came in at two that afternoon.  She looked well-fucked, totally satisfied, and happy.  Her hair was uncombed and unruly and she had no makeup on. She looked like she had just thrown her clothes on and they were wrinkled and appeared as if they had spent the night in a heap on the floor, and I was sure they had.

"Have a good time at the party?" I asked as she came into the house.

"Oh yes," she said with a naughty grin.  "You should pick a partner.  There are many wives who would be happy to be fucking my husband these days," she said as she marched off to bed.  "Didn't sleep much," she said over her shoulder as she went into our room.

She had been the first of us to mention opening up our marriage, and I suspect the relationship between her and Jake had already been consummated.  But it was at the party it really went public.  Our entire circle of friends now knew Jake was fucking my wife.  She didn't try to hide it from anyone, me in particular.

On the way to the party she seemed nervous as a cat in a dog kennel, and I suspected she didn't have any panties on either.   I am sure she was already wet all the way to the party, probably for the entire day before that, as well.   She had been obviously looking forward to that New Years Eve bash for a long time, most likely figuring to get herself fucked as the new year arrived.

I probably spent thirty minutes at that bedroom door watching him fuck my wife on a few coats still left on the bed, and I am sure some other people looked in on them as well during the night.  They did not at first get under the covers, just fucked on top of the made bed, although I was pretty sure they eventually crawled under the sheets for the night.

She told me they went down to the kitchen for a snack sometime before sunup and were nude and ran into another couple doing the same thing in the same state of undress.  She couldn't remember who the other couple was, she said, but in the dark they just giggled at each other, grabbed their snacks, and went back to bed.

After the party she started seeing Jake on a regular basis, having sex with him close to every day of the week.  I didn't mind, as I had gotten so aroused at the party watching them.  Finally, she asked me if I had any interest in watching.  Before I stood at the door to the bedroom on New Years Eve I hadn't even given it a thought, but now I was genuinely interested in seeing them fuck again and I told her so.

"Well, it might be a turn on," she said.  "I have never fucked for anyone else before, but it might just be a blast.  Jake told me many men get off on watching their wives, so I wondered if you would."

I hadn't told her about watching them at the party, so I kept that to myself.  If she had worried about being seen, she would have made sure the door was closed.

By that time Karen and Frank were fucking nearly every day, so finding the time to watch Claire and Jake would be no trouble at all.    It was a community of bed hopping, that's for sure, and the sheets were hot in our neighborhood from the night of that New Years Eve party.

It has got so Jake will call and ask for Claire without even so much as a howdy, and I pretty much just hand her the phone when I hear his voice.  We began talking about me watching them and making a big thing of it, like an event, an exhibition of sorts, and I began to get really excited about having the chance to be a spectator at their sexual performance.   I started to fantasize about seeing them, imaging what it would be like to view them having sex.  I would think about it at night and picture them fucking like bunnies, ravishing one another passionately.

It got so if I closed my eyes I would see them rutting like horny newlyweds, and I would check out porn sites for 'wife sharing' videos and would imagine it was Claire and Jake fucking rather than the couple in the scene.

I couldn't wait to see them and we spoke of it often.  We picked a date, February fourteenth, figuring Valentine's Day was the perfect day to get to watch my wife fuck her lover.  It fell on a Saturday, so we rented a room at the local Marriott and figured I would watch them for an hour that afternoon, then I would leave them alone and they could fuck all night if they liked, which I was sure they would.  They had nearly fucked all night on New Years Eve, so it was pretty sure they would do the same at the Marriott after performing for me during the afternoon.

Karen made plans to be with Frank that weekend, and she even sent me a note that said she hoped I liked my private viewing of the sexual 'event' to be held at the Marriott.   A few other people heard about it and a few couples got together and had a member-ship card made up for me for the WIFE WATCHERS CLUB OF AMERICA.  It seems wife watching has become a popular sport in our group, but I have never heard about any wives wanting to watch their husbands fuck another man's wife.

When the Saturday came, I was all primed for my Valentine's Day chance to watch my wife fuck her little heart out with our friend and neighbor, Jake Carter.  We decided to take two cars, for Claire to go with Jake and for me to take our car and meet them there.

As she left with him I knew she wore no panties, and I knew he would finger her as they drove to the hotel.  Her pussy would be thoroughly ready long before they got there.  It was a thirty minute drive, so she would be extremely wet by the time they arrived.  She looked positively ravishing as she walked with him to his car.

I would go to the hotel, go up to the room, and knock, and then the show would start in earnest.  I was to sit quietly in a chair and watch from the corner, without saying anything or interfering, and I would leave after an hour at five.  That would give them time to finish, go to dinner, then start again after dessert if they wanted.  For sure they would want to.

I was as excited as if I was the one doing the fucking, and I had not masturbated purposefully so I would be as turned on as possible while I watched.

After she let me in, we kissed, and I took my seat in the chair in the corner like a good voyeur husband.  She was dressed in a nightgown and she stood while he removed it slowly, kissing each part of her as he bared her body.

When she was nude he got on the bed, as if they had already practiced it, which of course they had, and she climbed on top of him, positioning herself over his erection that stood straight up, making sure his cock was at her pussy.  Claire then let herself down slowly, sighing and savoring the feel of him sliding up into her.

She wiggled her hips, settling him deep, then she began to bounce slowly up and down, taking him far into her, and then lifting herself slowly, before plunging back down on him, forcing him to the back of her vagina as quickly as she could.

Steadily, she began picking up the pace of her bouncing and her head went back, her eyes closed, and a growl came out her throat from far down in her throat.   Soon, she was bounding up and down like a cowgirl on a bronc and her voice got deeper and she began to cry out.   As she fucked him, she put her hands on his hips to hold herself steady and her bouncing vibrated her voice each time she hit down against his hips.

It was perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever seen.  Partly because it was Claire, and partly because it was as vigorous a cowgirl fucking as I could ever imagine.  She must have come five times in the time I watched them, although he only came once, after about twenty minutes of their fucking.  It took him a while to regain his erection, but while he was soft she just continued to slide her pussy back and forth across his limp cock while he waited to get back to his former size.

Finally, when he had grown back to full erection, she wasted no time in stuffing him back inside her.  I was impressed that he could get hard again so quickly.

Claire has always been very vocal during sex, and she began repeating her favorite word while fucking.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeated each time he hit bottom.  Her voice vibrated when her weight hit his body and her chin shook with her effort. "Oh god, yes," she yelled as he pounded into her pussy from below.

After she came for the fifth time, she scooted back and bent over, taking his cock in her hand and bringing her head down to meet it.  She slid her lips over the end of his cock and took him to the back of her throat.  She held her head down so his cock was deep in her mouth and she kept him there for maybe a minute, then she began bobbing her head up and down, sucking on him as he slid over her tongue.

She stopped and started sucking on the end of his cock, kissing and licking it voraciously, curling her lips around it, paying homage to his dick with her lips and tongue.  I had seen a great many porn video blowjobs, but I had never seen a better one, although I had probably gotten them as good, but I just wasn't watching at the time.

I left at five, as we had agreed, and I drove home, knowing I would masturbate to images of what I had seen for much of the night.  It would provide me with fantasy material for a very long time.

When she got home Sunday night it was obvious she hadn't slept much, but we made love and then talked about her weekend.  She described every detail and was amazingly specific, giving particulars I relished hearing.  When I finally came, I had just pulled out of her when she was already asleep within a couple of minutes.

At seven the next morning, we fucked again.  The two days of fucking had energized her, and she had been insatiable all that night, even though her pussy had to be tender and nearly raw from fucking for so many hours that weekend.

We haven't duplicated that afternoon when I watched the two of them fucking, but she still has sex with Jake a couple of times a week and she is always ravenous after being with him. What more can a husband ask for?  I have started a relationship with one of the wives of our group, Cindy, and Claire has never once ask me to let her watch.  I would, but I guess it is more of a male thing.