The continuation story of my wife's desire to watch me do another man. The search for the perfect man with the perfect cock takes a surprising turn. But, find him we did.
My palms are sweaty. My nerves are nearly shot. Tonight, is the night that I give my wife what she has been wanting for more than two years now.
My stomach is in knots. My heart races. I can feel the throb of the blood pressure in my temples.
I'm not shaved but I have neatly trimmed my pubic hair. I want my guest to see me as a clean individual.
A month of skin conditioning lotion has made my hands soft, almost feminine. He wouldn't want callouses irritating his cock. What kind of host would I be if my rough hands ruined what otherwise could be a wonderful evening with a new friend? The hours I spent soaking my hands in moisturizing lotion have paid off. Oh, it was my wife's idea, just so you know.
Cindy is late coming home from work. She did it purposely. My wife wanted me to have some alone time to think about his cock and the techniques I could use to give it and him pleasure. I also suspect that she's enjoying the weight I carry from the decision I made to do this for her.
Much has changed about me since we first began that game. I no longer felt it would be gay to give my wife this gift. I began to think differently about putting my hand on another man's cock for her. The dynamic of our marriage has changed too. Subtle changes over time with my wife assuming the leadership role.
My attitude has changed as well. I want whomever we choose to be my man to like me, be comfortable with me pleasuring his cock. If for no other reason, I want the night to be perfect for my wife.
I stand near the edge of our bed applying the same moisturizer I use on my hands on my legs and bottom. So impressed with how my hands turned out, I decided, with my wife's urging, that my whole body could feel just as nice.
God bless my wife. She has been such a dear helping me find the right man and prepare for the big event.
I remember that morning, the morning when I admitted I was ready to try it. Ready to masturbate another guy while she watched. Cindy was so excited that she was all over the place. "How should you decorate? What kind of snacks would I make for him? Is our liquor cabinet stocked?" All her questions made me wonder if she was going to have me make a production of this event.
While my wife considered all the abstruse details, I was wondering who. Who would he be and how would we decide?
"Um, Cin."
"Yes johnnie?" she asked, as I broke her concentration.
"Well, I'm wondering who or how we'll find someone who, uh, you know."
"You mean how will we find the perfect man with the perfect cock for you to enjoy?"
She has a way with words. "Yeah. I was thinking that maybe we could peruse Craig's List or maybe go online to and adult ISO or something."
Cindy thought about it for a minute. "First, I think there are a few things to iron out. Do you want a black man or some white guy? What age would he be to make you feel more comfortable?"
She was right as usual. I hadn't considered any of that. "Race is unimportant. But the age thing could be an issue for me. I mean I wouldn't want him to be an old dude. You know what I mean, old balls. And yet he can't be too young. My age or close would make me comfortable, I guess."
"Makes sense, johnnie," she agreed.
My wonderful wife has become more agreeable after I consented to make some guy cum for her. She liked the idea of me naked under my robe so much that she suggested I should start wearing only my robe when we're home so I can get used to it. I'm naked under it, of course.
It could have become a problem when she had a couple of her girlfriends over. She called me out of the solace of our bedroom where I was hiding to introduce me. I stammered a hello and quickly left them.
I could hear laughter from behind my closed bedroom door and hoped Cindy wasn't telling them about our secret.
But now, as we worked out the logistics, she came to me and reached for my dick inside my robe. Stroking me to hardness, she asked if me jacking off one of my friends would be more comfortable for me.
"No way, honey," I protested. "I don't think they'd let me do that for them anyway."
"Too bad. Tom has a nice cock," she surprised me.
"How would you know that? I've known him for years and I don't know that."
She giggled to herself as if remembering an event. "It was an accident. I was bending over into the dishwasher during a Christmas party we had a couple years ago. Tom came in to get another drink and said he didn't see me when he walked up behind me. You remember the mini skirt I wore? Well, under it I wore my red thong panty. Bending over like that, my rear end was exposed. I felt his cock between the cheeks of my butt. johnnie, I swear he was hard. And no, nothing happened. But he does have a nice cock, just so you know. I just thought....."
"No way. No fucking way," I interrupted her "I mean even if Tom agreed to let me, um, play with it, we may as well invite all my friends because they'd know soon enough."
"Mmmmm, that would be nice, baby," my wife whispered in my ear while stroking my boner. "we could make a party of it. All your buds and their girlfriends could watch my sweet hubby play with a nice big cock."
I had to grab her hand to stop me from cumming. Hearing that she'd go so far as to make a party of me jacking my friend off brought me right to the very edge of losing it. She knew which buttons to push. That's certain.
"My little dick husband wants everyone to see him play with a real man's cock," she giggled. "Such an exhibitionist you are."
The thought was so fucking nasty and so arousing I had to pinch my dick to keep from busting a nut. "That's nasty, Cindy. I couldn't do that."
"Yeah, maybe not. Not at first anyway. But I bet my sexy man would learn to love showing off his skills making a big cock cover his face with sperm."
"We'd charge for admission," I joked. But in my mind, when I heard her say "the first time", it was cause for concern. I made a mental note to address this after the deed was done.
"Oh, and they'd pay, baby. Big money, she added.
"Can we get back to who and how?"
"Honey," Cindy began sweetly. "Do you remember that time when you told your story about the man with his big cock owning your mouth and my pussy?"
"Uh huh," I said once again stopping her from masturbating me.
"Well," she hesitated. "Um there's this guy at work. And he has a nice big cock too."
"How would you know that? Did he show you? Did you fuck him?"
She rose in a huff. "How could you think something like that of me. Me, your wife fucking some guy without you being there to watch. You think that little of me?"
And off she stormed. I had my suspicions her faux tantrum was some sort of negotiating technique she was using.
I let it pass as I concentrated on who and how.
You reading this might think that was a minor issue. Let me assure you, it is not. I had to consider his looks. I mean if some Quasimodo looking motherfucker lurched in, there would be no way it would happen.
Nor did I want some homosexual to be the one. I mean what fun would that be? Besides, me playing with a homo's cock would make me feel gay and I'm not that way.
Not that there's anything wrong with it.
I liked the idea that my man would be somewhat similar to the man I described in my stories. He would be taller than me. More masculine was important too. You know, broad chest, muscular, confident, maybe even a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. See, the thought that I would be submitting to him, to his cock made all of this so arousing. So very arousing. And for sure I'd want him to be good looking, ruggedly handsome even, and forceful. In short, I wanted him to dominant me, tell me what to do and how to do it.
I jotted all those specifics down and joined my sulking wife in the living room. Handing her the notes, I knelt in front of her and opened my robe. Seeing me masturbate always cheered her up.
"Darling, sweetheart," I began. "I want my man to be the things on the list. He should have most if not all those qualities."
I slowly jacked my erection as she looked over my list. I saw her smile as she went down the itemized requirements. To my surprise, she brought both feet up in front of her. The skirt she was wearing rose up around her waist. Her fingers went to her pussy under her panties, and she began stroking her nubbin of a clit. "Go on, baby. Jack that dick."
That was a request I was more than happy to fulfill.
As I jerked off Cindy told me that the guy she mentioned met all those qualifications. "And no, he didn't show me his cock. And No. I didn't let him fuck me. I know he has a nice big cock because one day he came up behind me in line and pressed it against my ass. That's how I know."
I was beginning to wonder how many cocks had been against her booty but was afraid to ask. "Is that all that happened?" I asked.
"No," she said softly. "It was a reflex action, johnnie. I swear it was. He surprised me and when I felt something pressing against my ass, I reached back and grabbed it. Believe me, I let go quickly. I almost slapped him."
"But you didn't."
"No. I didn't want to make a scene at work. Besides, it was a nice cock, baby. He's been trying to fuck me ever since that happened."
"Do you want him to fuck you?"
"Well, it's complicated. I'm sure he'd tell everyone at work, so no. But I would like to see his cock, in your hands I mean. He checks all the boxes, johnnie. He's taller than you are. He's handsome and confident in his masculinity."
"So why choose him. I mean if he's all that and a bag of chips, why would he allow me to jack him off?"
"See, that's where the complications come in. If I promised him he could, you know, have sex with me if he let you do him, I bet he'd say yes in a heartbeat."
