I had been happily married for twelve years before I started having fantasies of sucking cock. My wife, after bearing two children, still was a curvy, gorgeous woman with a large appetite for sex. At the age of thirty-six, she was at the peak of her sexual drive. I, at the age of forty, could still perform in bed almost as well as I could when I was twenty. I had put on a few pounds since I was twenty, but not enough to show or worry about. Our friends said we were an "attractive couple." We were deeply in love and I guess it showed.
One night, after the kids were asleep, I was stretched out on my side of the bed. Jan was between my legs, giving me a wet blowjob to "help me sleep." While her head moved up and down over my cock, my thoughts had turned to those of me sucking an anonymous cock. There was a strand of guilt woven into my cock sucking fantasies. I was a married man, a father of two children with a beautiful and adoring wife. And I was longing to suck some stranger's dick while my good wife was sucking mine. When the cock that was visualized in my mind began filling my mouth with dick juice, my cock shot jizz into Jan's mouth.
Jan swallowed my cum and kissed me "good night." I lay wide awake wanting--just a little bit more than I wanted last night--to suck a cock; to taste and swallow cum. What would my wife Jan, think, if she knew what was constantly turning over in my mind? After a long, long time, I finally drifted off to sleep. Thank God it was Friday; I could sleep late tomorrow.
The next morning I woke, urinated, and went into the kitchen which smelled of fresh-brewed coffee. I poured a cup and sat at the kitchen table. The newspaper was on the table; I was looking over the headlines when Jan came in. She poured herself some coffee and sat at the table with me and exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Well," she said, "the kids will be gone all day. That give you any ideas, Jimbo?"
There was some kind of outing a few of the moms in the neighborhood had organized for the kids. That meant a nice, quiet day.
I shrugged in response to her question.
"What's eating at you, Jim? You've been off in another world for the last couple of weeks."
I met her eyes. She was worried. Jan is not the worrying kind. I had been thinking about telling her of my cock sucking fantasies, but it never seemed like the time was "right." Now seemed as good a time as any.
I told her I was having fantasies of sucking cock. I told her I had never done anything like that. I told her I was at the point where I wanted to try it, just to get it out of my system.
When I finished, Jan looked at me and smiled. And then giggled. And then laughed out loud, a deep belly laugh. She finally settled down, smiled and said, "So that's what's got you down? You want to give some guy a blowjob?"
I managed a crooked smile and nodded.
"Oh, you poor baby. I thought it was something serious." She came over to my side of the table and gave me a hug and a kiss, and returned to her side of the table. She met my eyes and said, "Would you really suck someone's dick if you had the chance?"
"I don't know, Jan. Probably."
"Hmmm," she said. "There is this guy at work--a grad student--works part time--who's always flirting. He's a good looking kid--about twenty-two or three--tall, slim. Like you, Jim. Anyway, yesterday, he actually came on to me. I told him I was a married woman." He said, "So what, maybe we can have a three-way."
"Jesus!" I said. I did have a fantasy of watching Jan getting fucked by some guy. This, and the one of me sucking cock were my top two jackoff fantasies. Then the light came on in my head. Why not combine them?
"Well," I said, half jokingly, "maybe we can."
"I can call him. The kids won't be back until about six, tonight."
It was written all over her face that she wanted a three way with this grad student. "Call him, baby," I said.
She had to get his phone number from a little notebook she kept in her briefcase. I heard her talking to him and then she returned to the kitchen, wearing a nervous smile. "He'll be here in fifteen minutes," she said.
I took my regular morning wakeup shower, dressed in faded jeans and polo shirt and when I came downstairs, Jan was seated on the living room sofa. Steve was seated on the opposite end. Good looking kid I thought.
He was dressed in jeans and a white Tee shirt. Very clean cut, was my first impression; lean, but not muscular, he was not quite what you would call skinny. The term for someone like Steve on the gay porn sites was, "twink." He looked too young to be twenty-two or three, but that's what Jan said and she would know.
He got to his feet when I walked into the room as Jan made the introductions. Well mannered. We shook hands and grinned nervously at each other. I took a seat in an upholstered chair facing the sofa. I couldn't believe that I was going to suck this guys cock sometime today. There was an awkward silence after the introductions.
Jan broke the ice by suggesting that a drink would be in order. "I know it isn't even ten in the morning," she said, "but this, I would say, is a special occasion." She got up and went into the kitchen, where the booze and glasses were.
I noticed that Jan had changed from her ratty "lounging around" clothes to a cotton dress with flowers, and nylons with a backseam and four inch heels. She knew she had great, long legs that turned me, and every other man, on. Steve watched her strut to the kitchen with an appreciative eye. I did, too.
The liquor loosened us up and the conversation quickly turned to sex. Now Jan was sitting right beside Steve. Probably on purpose, she had let the hem of her dress ride up her leg, high enough to expose the dark band at the top of her sheer nylon stocking. Steve kept glancing at her thigh while we talked.
Jan did most of the talking, telling Steve that in addition to his having his way with her, he was going to have to "let Jim" suck his cock. She placed her hand high on his leg, while she told him that she could hardly wait to take him between her legs. Steve glanced nervously at me and we locked eyes. I nodded and he seemed to relax.
By now Steve's--and my--cock was fully erect and the outline of his stood out in relief on his jeans. Jan placed her hand on his bulge and said, "Why don't we take this up to the bedroom?"
We all got to our feet and followed Jan upstairs to the bedroom. She got things started by removing her dress. Then she stood proudly and let Steve get a good look. Her bra was one of those that cradled her breasts from the bottom, leaving her nipples exposed. She wasn't wearing panties; the vee of her pubic hair was framed by her garter belt and her thigh high stockings. She stood before Steve and breathed, "Do what you want, Stevie."