"I want you to fuck me," I said softly as I pressed my body against his. I slid my hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his already stiff dick. My heart raced and adrenalin coursed through my veins. I couldn't believe what I was doing but it felt good and freeing. I had never been with a man sexually before but I had often fantasized about it. My lips brushed across his earlobe and a deep low moan spilled from his sexy lips.
"Does she want to watch?" He asked as he gestured towards my wife. Her pretty green eyes were glazed with lust and a mischievous smile danced on her full lips. She had been the one to open my eyes to my bicuriosity and the thought of watching me with another man was incredible arousing to her.
"She wants to but I will do whatever you want," I purred. I was wild with lust and I had already let go of all of my inhibitions. My right hand squeezed his cock hard and I shamelessly ground my hips against him in full view of the other club patrons. My tongue traced the outline of his ear and my left hand slipped under his shirt. His broad muscular chest was shaved smooth and it felt good under my fingertips.
"She can watch," he moaned quietly, "but she had to stay dressed." He had a surprisingly masculine voice for an openly gay man but his insistence that my wife stay clothed made it clear that he had no desire to see a woman's body.
"Thank you," I said softly. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him tenderly. I had never been into kissing a guy but in the heat of the moment it seemed and felt like the right thing to do. His lips were surprisingly supple and my mouth opened of its own accord. His tongue dipped into my mouth and grazed across my teeth before sliding wetly along mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his warm mouth as I discretely stroked his cock inside his pants. I could tell without seeing it that he had a nice package and I ached to wrap my lips around it.
"Where do you want to do it?" He grinned as he looked deep into my eyes. His smoldering dark eyes held mine and a powerful shudder passed through my eager body.
"I'd let you fuck me here," I chuckled, "but we'd wind up in jail. We have a hotel room up the block."
"Great," he replied eagerly as he separated from my embrace and took my hand in his. He was a few inches shorter than I but his compact body was very thick and extremely powerful. I glanced at my wife and smiled. Her eyes were transfixed on me but her attention was divided between us and a fairly attractive and very butch woman who was seated across from her. Ordinarily she would have given her full attention to an interested woman but on that night she had other plans. I saw them exchange numbers as my new friend led me toward the door.
My heart raced as I walked hand in hand with another man down the dimly lit street. There were few other people on the sidewalk and I was several hundred miles from my home which gave me a sense of freedom I would not have felt otherwise.
I heard the clack of my wife's heals behind us as we neared the entrance to the hotel and felt a wicked thrill knowing that she was watching a scene that she had orchestrated. Going to the gay bar had been her idea and she had convinced me to approach my new friend. His name was Barry and he was about ten years my junior. He lived locally and had recently ended a long term relationship and was just looking for a no strings attached night of fun. He had never been with a woman which seemed to make him even more intriguing to me.
