(Part 1)
Our story is about the first time we had someone join us in bed.
It started as a fantasy, but then became a reality.
My wife Debbie and I let my friend Steve have sex with her in our marriage bed.
I watched him take all of her. I only joined in after Steve was fucking Debbie.
Hello, my name is Daniel, and my wife's name is Debbie, and we had been married for about five years prior to the beginning of this story.
A little description of us. I am about six feet tall and trim, with light brown hair and brown eyes. Debbie is about five feet seven, with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Debbie's pubic hair is also blonde. The expression of the carpet matching the drapes is accurate in this case.
Debbie has C-cup breasts and she is a little chubby, but in a very sexy way.
Debbie and I met after she finished high school at a mutual friend's place. We hit it off right away.
Debbie was technically a virgin. She had not had intercourse until we got together.
Yes, Debbie let a guy play with her pussy and finger her a few times. She had also given a couple of guys a blowjob, but mine was the only cock graced by her beautiful pussy.
I had always thought that Debbie had the most beautiful pussy in the world. I know it may sound strange, but I wanted someone else to enjoy it as much as I did.
So on one occasion, after we had some hot sex, we were talking, and the subject of fantasies came up. Debbie was playing shy and said "She didn't have any."
I believed that she did, but maybe she thought I'd get upset. So I took the opportunity to say what was on my mind.
I told Debbie since I was the only man to be inside her, I thought it would be hot to see another guy having sex with her.
Debbie didn't seem upset by what I said. To the contrary, she actually seemed to be contemplating it.
After some time, I finally said, "What do you think?"
Debbie said, "Well, would you actually want me to do that?" "Share me with another man?"
I told her, "I had given it a lot of thought, and yes, I would actually like to see her with another man."
I now hope that she will be interested.
Debbie then said, "It would have to be with the right guy."
My cock got instantly hard now that I knew this could actually happen.
Debbie noticed, and she smiled.
I said, "yes, It would have to be with the right guy."
We spoke about the subject a little more and I could tell Debbie was getting aroused, as was I.
We would end up having sex again, with me pretending to be another guy. I told her what the other guy would do to her. We both orgasmed really hard.
I suggested that we check out a couple of bars or clubs. We did go, and I was on a mission to find a good-looking guy for Debbie.
I would point out guys who would seem to be taking an interest in her. Debbie would smile at them a little, but she didn't seemed really interested.
Debbie told me, "They were nice and good-looking, but not the right guy."
A month passed, and I was getting a bit discouraged as the deed in question had not become a reality. But then fate stepped in with our July 4th get-together.
We happen to have a party planned at our place for the 4th.
Some of our friends were invited over; they consisted of three couples: Steve and Cindy, Paul and Mary, and Pat and Mary.
Paul, Pat and the two Marys showed up, but we were still waiting on Steve and Cindy.
We heard Steve before we saw him; his Harley-Davidson had a very distinct sound.
The first thing Debbie and I noticed was that Cindy was not with Steve.
Steve came to a stop in our driveway and shut down his bike. He got off his ride and walked up to us.
Steve said, "Hey Debs, Hey Danny."
Debbie asked where Cindy was.
Steve said, that they had broken up, and she had moved out to her parent's place.
Steve and Cindy had been an item for a couple of years. Steve seemed pretty down about the breakup.
Debbie gave Steve a hug and said, "She was sorry." We then went to the backyard.
I pulled a beer out of the cooler and handed it to Steve. I told Steve there were plenty more where that came from.
Our other friends also asked Steve about Cindy.
They where all sad to hear about their breakup.
We all hung out in the back of our place. We had a deck that had an attached pool, which our guests took advantage of.
Debbie and the ladies changed into some swimwear. Debbie chose a bikini, which surprised me as she had taken her one piece out to wear.
Debbie looked hot in that bikini, if I do say so myself.
The ladies except Debbie got in the pool. The two guys also got in with them after changing.
Instead of going in the pool, Debbie went by Steve to chat. Steve was off to the side looking miserable. Steve's eyes did light up as Debbie approached.
I was at the BBQ grilling some food as I watched Debbie and Steve talking. I noticed Steve checking out Debbie's body when he thought she wasn't paying attention.
Steve and I go as far back as middle school. We were also friends through high school and played sports together.
Myself, Steve, and most of our friends all rode motorcycles. We often went on long rides together.
A little about Steve: he is about six feet two and about one hundred ninety lbs. He is a bit taller and bigger than I was at the time.
Steve had long, dark hair and blue eyes. He is of Scandinavian origin. We always called him Viking when we were younger.
As mentioned earlier, Debbie was hanging out with Steve, and they had downed a few drinks while together.
The guys had gotten out of the pool and were hanging out at the grill with me. The Marys were still in the pool, chatting away about something I don't recall.
Myself, Paul and Pat were talking about motorcycles. I was not paying as much attention as I was to Debbie and Steve.
Debbie and Steve were talking off to the side; they were close to each other and smiling a lot. every once and a while, there was a touch. Just on the arm, mostly but then Steve moved a strand of Debbie's hair. When he did, he ran it through his fingers.
I must say I was getting turned on by this activity.
So I ponder the possibility of Steve being the right guy, as Debbie had put it.
He was definitely safe, and he was not a stranger. Also, now he is unattached.
I was going to let Debbie play this one out. I hoped the night would end with my fantasy fulfilled.
So the night came and so did the local fireworks display.
I wasn't sure but I hoped there would be a different kind of fireworks display later.
Steve was definitely drunk, and Debbie had her fair share too.
I also had a few, but I was trying to limit myself as I wanted a clearer head.
So Paul, Pat and the Marys left.
Steve was too drunk to ride so I played my card now and told him he should spend the night.
Steve agreed to spend the night.
The three of us sat at our kitchen table and had another fine alcoholic beverage.
Now it was time for Debbie to play her card.
Debbie was sitting by me, and just before she got up, she reached under the table and squeezed my cock through my pants.
Debbie then stood up, pretended to stretch, and said, "That she was going to bed."
Debbie then tells me to check in on her in a few. As she leaves, she says "goodnight" to Steve.
As she passes him, her hand runs up his arm to his shoulder.
Steve smiles and says "goodnight."
I'm at the table talking with Steve, and he's telling me how great Debbie is.
She really cheered him up. In my head, I believe I know why.
Debbie left about seven minutes ago; yes, I was counting.
I'm anxious to see what she is up to. I excuse myself and tell Steve I am go to check on Debbie.
I head to the bedroom, and the door is slightly open. I open it the rest of the way and go in.
Debbie is lying on the bed in a sexy set of lingerie, a bra and panties. They were sheer, and you could see her tits and the top part of her pussy through them.
Debbie obviously changed into them, as this was not what she was wearing earlier.
Now I approach the bed.
I step up to the bed, and Debbie smiles at me.
I say, "So is Steve the right guy?"
The smile continues, and she says, "Do you want him to be?"
Now it is my turn to smile. I say, well, Steve would be a good choice. I'm now quite aroused looking at Debbie and thinking about Steve having sex with her.
I then say should I invite him in here?
Debbie says "yes you should."
I then say that if I do, Steve is going to fuck you.
I then asked Debbie, "Are you okay with that?"
Debbie says yes, I know, and I want him to, and I want you to watch us.
I tell Debbie, then, "I better go get him." I kiss her and I tell her that I love her.
I am now very aroused as I leave the bedroom. I am also very in love with my wife for what she is about to do for me.
As I head back to the kitchen, I am trying to think of how I'm going to invite my friend to "fuck" my wife.
I get to the kitchen and sit quickly to hide the bulge in my pants.
Steve looks up and says "how's Debbie?"
I respond, "She is good, and practically naked.
Steve raises an eyebrow and says, "Does she always sleep like that with a guest over?"
I respond "Sometimes." I feel kind of stupid saying it that way.
Now I wonder why I'm struggling with this issue. I am the one who set this thing in motion, so I decide fuck-it, and tell Steve, "Actually Debbie is waiting for you in our bed." "She put on lingerie just for you." "And yes, She is practically naked."
There is a code with motorcycle riders: you always get permission before you swing your leg over another man's ride. That said, the ball is now in Steve's court.
Steve smiles and asks me "Are you okay with that?" "If I go in there, I'm going to fuck Debbie." "I've always thought she was hot."
I take a swig of my drink and say "yes I am, and yes, I know."
Steve takes a big swig of his drink and stands up and says, "Well, then let's not keep Debbie waiting!"