You, my sweet wife Julie, have occasionally shared some of your fantasies with me in moments of post coitus intimacy. It seems to be our time together when we share our most inner secrets and sometimes, hidden, desires.
One which has come to the surface several times over the past few months is a scenario of you watching me make love β not just participate in having sex β but truly making love, to another man while you watch. You claim to have had erotic dreams about this and would love to experience it in real life. I have to admit to some serious reservations in the matter. For one, I don't know of any male friends (I don't have that many in the first place) who would be so willing, Secondly, just how far did you expect this to go β oral, anal?
After much discussion and, as I realized this was really a deep seated wish of yours, I knew I could never refuse you anything β that is the depth of my love for you. So we started to work out the details.
As to the man, Julie assured me this was no problem. You have a very good friend Guy (pronounced as the French do since he was from Quebec) from your former workplace. This was a younger man (likely in his mid 40's), very good looking and who happened to be gay. I had met him at some social events Julie and I had attended and he was my height and build and not at all flashy or feminine in his gestures. Frankly if Julie hadn't told me, I never would have assumed anything but heterosexual.
When I asked you, my love, what made you think that Guy would be interested in your little plan, you told me that on one of our latest meetings, he had taken you aside and commented to the fact that if you weren't in my life, he would want to try for me himself; apparently, he was turned on by my more mature look and white hair. Go figure!
Although I had only had one bi experience before (the one you had arranged with your twin brother as a surprise for me), I had to admit the idea of you watching and being turned on while I made out with another guy could be exciting. However, I did have misgivings and needed a little time to consider.
After you gave me a couple of days, you raised the subject again, this time after exhausting me totally in a three-hour session of lovemaking. I was weakened but more intrigued by the idea so I agreed to let you organize it.
You told me that you had already arranged for Guy to come over to our place for a dinner on the following night; pretty presumptuous of you I thought. However, you ensured me that it was only dinner and wine and quiet interaction to see if there was any chemistry on my part. If not, Guy would leave and there would be no ill will. This I could agree to and we fell sleepily into each other's arms for the night.
The next day at work dragged by; I couldn't get the mixed feelings of trepidation and anticipation out of my mind. One moment I was getting cold feet and the next, I found myself fully erect and aroused at the thought. Truly a day of confused thoughts!
I arrived home about six to find both you and Guy in the kitchen laughing as you worked on the preparation for dinner. I stood quietly for a moment, leaning on the doorframe, and watched the interaction between the two of you. You were obviously good friends and comfortable in each other's company so that would certainly make this evening flow better β if it is to happen. I coughed lightly to get your attention and you ran into my arms to give me your usual warm sexy greeting.
As we turned together to Guy, you re-introduced us and we shook hands warmly. His grey eyes, flecked it seemed with flashes of gold, were mesmerizing and I had a hard time turning my face from his. It seemed like an eternity until we parted hands and our eyes unlocked from each other. There was definitely something there and I felt a flush of excitement flow through me.
The three of us quickly finished the preparation of the meal as I pulled two bottles of Chablis from the wine cooler. Over dinner, we exchanged banter and stories until we were all feeling very relaxed together. Guy had many interesting stories of his younger years growing up in Quebec and his accent still hung in after more than 20 years away.
After dinner, we shared cleanup duties and soon retired to the living room where I put on some soft relaxing music and brought another couple of bottles of wine to relax out inhibitions further. I took you into my arms and we danced closely and necked as Guy watched. After a few moments, we turned towards the sofa and held our arms open to him and as he came into the fold we three swayed together. For the first time in years, I felt the light touch of another man's lips brush mine; it was electric! Your lips followed and soon it was a continual rotation of exchanges of kisses, mostly between Guy and me while you leaned back and smiled.
Soon, you led us each into our bedroom where you circled the room lighting each candle in turn. Within a few moments, we were bathed in that flickering of two-dozen fragrant candles. You moved towards me and, drawing Guy with your hand, you both started to undress me. As my shirt was unbuttoned, you moved across my exposed skin trailing soft kisses and licks. My nipples came into view and were soon administered so much attention that I found my hands twisted in both your hair pulling you closer and urging you to suck and bite me a little harder. My moans gave away the extent of my arousal as did my rock hard cock hanging down my pant leg.
I heard the rustle and snap as my belt and pants were undone and looked down to see Guy on his knees pulling my slacks and briefs over my hips. He had to have seen the stain on the pant leg where my precum had leaked through! As I felt the cool air on my exposed cock, I felt my shirt being pulled down my arms and looked sideways into your blazing eyes. You were already getting excited at what was going to happen!