My wife asked me one morning after wonderful wake-up sex, if there was anything I like her to do that she wasn't doing for me. I smiled at her and said our sex was terrific and she was all I needed. "But is there something I'm not doing that you'd like?" she asked. "A position, or technique, or situation I could do better for you?"
Finally, I smiled at her and told her there may be one thing I'd like that she'd never done. "What is it, baby?" she said cuddling up against me and kissing me tenderly.
I kissed returned her kiss and put my arms around her. "Well," I said.
"I've always wanted to see you with another man," I said. "I just have this fantasy where you are being ravished by a well-hung stud that fucks you silly," I added. "It's crazy, I know, but it really turns me on to think of you being fucked by someone else."
"It's not crazy if that's what you want," she said. "It really turns you on, huh?" Then she paused for a few minutes. "I will do anything for you, baby," she said. "You'd want to watch?"
"I would," I said. "I'd love to see some guy pushing his cock into that sweet little pussy of yours. I'd love to see you sucking his cock and him eating your wonderful pussy. I'm not sure why I do, but I really do."
"If that's what you want, then that's what you should get," she said with a wide smile. I asked if it was something she thought she might enjoy and she grinned. "I think I could sacrifice myself to fuck a hunk for my husband. Do you have anyone in mind for me?" she asked moving up tight against me.
"Well," I said, "to do it for me, it would have to be someone you are really attracted to. Someone you would actually like to have sex with. You have anyone you fantasize about?" I asked. She thought about it, then smiled broadly.
"There is Tom," she said. "He actually makes my juices flow. I think I could enjoy fucking him. In truth, I have thought of him a few times when we are having sex. He does get my pussy to tingle." Then she laughed and gave me a squeeze. "You'd really like it if I let him fuck me?" she asked incredulous. It was like she was being asked to force herself to eat a meal she actually loved. "You want me to force myself to have sex with a man who really turns me on, right? How awful."
We laughed together and we made love again, this time it was slow and sexy and passionate. The idea of her fucking for my sexual pleasure was really acting as an aphrodisiac. It was turning her on mightily to think of turning me on by being fucked by someone else, someone who had a big dick and who she had the hots for.
"Tell me," I said, "do you ever think of him when we're fucking and think of it being him instead of me?"
"Honestly?" she said. "Of course, sometimes. Occasionally, I think of him eating me. Feasting on my pussy when you're going down on me. There are times I've brought myself off by thinking of his cock inside of me, fucking me wildly and with passion. I can't believe you're asking me to have sex with someone I dream about fucking and having you enjoy it.
"Do you ever think of me with another woman?" she asked shyly.
"Yes," I said. "I have had that fantasy. Why do you ask? Is that something you every think about?" I asked hugging her against me.
"Sometimes I do think about what it would be like to eat pussy," she said. "It seems really exciting to think about licking and sucking another woman. You really have brought up something I could do for you that I'm not doing. I want to please you sexually," she said. "I'd ever fuck somebody for you. Let's do it then," she added. "You would like to watch?"
"I would love to watch you being ravished by a breeding stud who makes you scream out your climax. I can't think of anything better, than having you come with a squeal from his big, thick, hard cock pounding into your pussy. It makes my weak just thinking about it," I said. "I'm not sure why this is," I told her, "but it is the honest to god's truth. I really do think about it often. I do picture you fucking someone else. I even masturbate to images of it happening.
So our first one was, in fact, Tom. He was, of course, interested in her. When we told him about my fantasy he laughed, said it was totally ironic that he had already thought about fucking Claire and trying to get it out of his mind, trying to overcome the temptation. He felt guilty about thinking about it, felt ashamed that he'd fantasize about another man's wife, about fucking her behind her husband's back.