32 year old Brenda, my wife of five years, loved sex and being an exhibitionist. Over a several week period she'd had two wild adventures. The second one was with two college guys and had gotten a little kinky. Nearly every day she would tell me details of the two encounters, or tell me some naughty fantasy of hers. Her visualizing the scenes, and me hearing some of her nasty thoughts, always got us both hot and lead to great sex. We talked it over, and decided to continue with this lifestyle. I also told her that for the next adventure, I wanted to be present for the whole thing. We weren't sure how to find someone who would go along with me being present, but eventually thought of a swingers magazine. We could look at the ads and find someone for what we were looking. The only place we knew of to get a swingers magazine was a porn store, so one evening off we went.
Brenda wore her shoulder length redish brown hair loose. She had on a black t-shirt and tight jeans. As usual, she had no bra or panties. It was still daylight out when we got to the store. After entering, we looked around, then slowly made our way toward the magazine section.
There were two middle aged men browsing in the movie rental section, and a young looking, tall, skinny, pimply faced guy with pale skin working behind the counter. He smiled at us and was very blatant as he looked at Brenda's body. As we were looking at the magazine selection, the guy moved out from behind the counter to arrange some items in a display. He kept looking at us, and I noticed Brenda was looking back. We finally found a magazine for local swingers, and walked to the register.
We set the magazine on the counter. The skinny guy looked at it as he rang it up. "Are you two swingers?" he asked. "Not quite," I replied, "My wife here wants to have sex with someone while I watch, so were looking for a guy who would be comfortable with that." The guy smiled and looked at Brenda, "That sounds kinky," he said. "That's me, anything kinky" she replied with a giggle. The guy's smile widened. "Really" he said, "If you'd be interested in a nineteen year old guy with a twisted idea of fun, I'd like to get in on this" As he spoke, we both noticed that he was wearing a pair of sweat pants that he'd cut off to make shorts, and the head of his cock was visible out the edge of the left leg.
Brenda stared at his cock head. She finally pointed and said, "For that to be visible where it is, your dick must be really long." Noting that the two other customers were on the other side of the room, he pulled his shorts down for a moment, allowing us both to see a very long, but very skinny cock. Brenda gasped, "How long is that thing?" "Nearly 11 inches, but it's so skinny it's almost laughable" he replied. He slowly pulled his shorts back up. "My name is Troy" he said. Brenda took a deep breath, her nipples obviously hard under her t-shirt. She looked at me, "Lets go with him" she said. Troy smiled, "I get off work in a few minutes, if you want to start tonight, and I live nearby." "O.k., we'll wait for you and go to your place" I said.