Authors Note:
Although this is generally about straight sex, there is a foray into some male bi stuff.
"Well you could always come back to my place and fuck my wife" he said as we sat in a strippers bar just off Deangate in Manchester.
"Really?" I said probably nowhere near as surprised as I would have been had I been completely sober.
I was visiting a supplier that my company withh and had been out on the town with the owner. We had a nice dinner at Grouchos, went to a couple of bars, did some gambling at the Manchester235 and then moved onto a private club just behind 235. It was just after midnight.
"Won't she be in bed?" I asked rather inanely.
"Where else would you want her?" He replied. "You remember meeting her don't you?" he went on passing me his phone. I knew that I had met her, but had little recall of what she was like, other than that she was attractive with a good body. There was a photo of her in her underwear and I remembered her immediately. She was lovely. Good looking, long dark hair, slim with full tits, she was just as I liked my women.
"You are joking aren't you Dave?"
"No, not a bit."
"Won't she mind?"
"No. She has always fancied you."
"Why on earth is that?"
"Well she thinks you are good looking and she is a power junky. Remember you are our mister big!"
I saw what he meant by that for well over thirty per cent of his company's billings were as a result of our relationship and I could take that away at any moment.
"What do you mean power junky?"
"She's attracted to powerful and successful men like you."
"And because of that she is willing to sleep with them?"
"In simple term yes James, but as with most things it is a little more complicated than that."
"How do you mean?" I asked sipping my vodka and watching a black stripper on the small stage kissing a white one.
"Well we have been married for some time and she, well we like to try things to spice up our sex life."
"And having me shag her would do that?"
"Yes, she likes threesomes."
"And that's what this would be the three of us?" I asked my pulses racing a little at the idea.
"It doesn't have to be. It could just be you and her with me watching or not or me joining in."
"I see."
I went quiet as we both watched the two girls removing their bras and panties. As they moved, their tits seemed to stand still making me wonder just what is the attraction of silicon enhanced boobs for, in addition to their odd look they are not that sexy to caress either?
"So James are you up for it?"
Although Dave and I ostensibly were out on an evening of business entertainment, we were just as much on the pull. I had entertained him in a similar fashion when he had been down in London a few months ago. We had ended our evening in a nice flat in Shepherd's Market fucking two hookers in the same room: a typical businessman's night out. I had assumed that Dave would organise something similar, but not for one moment had I imagined he would offer me his wife. It had a lot of appeal.
"Yes Dave, thanks I am."
"Come on let's go then, we live just a few blocks away."
*
In the cab I was strangely nervous. Moving out into the cold air had sobered me up and made me think more logically.
Having an open marriage with my wife of twenty plus years, I was not bothered or nervous about having sex with another woman; I had done that many times. It was that it would be with another guy present. I was concerned at his involvement, whether that be simply watching his wife and me or joining in. Actually, I realised as we sped through the nearly deserted Manchester streets, the idea of being watched was a bit of a turn on. I knew it would be more so if the onlooker was a woman or a couple as I had been to swinging parties where I had been watched by a man and woman as I had sex and had enjoyed that.
It was if he went further than that, which concerned me. The big worry was that I did not know how I would respond. I had for some time been concerned about my sexuality and how that might be changing. In Hong Kong I had been masturbated by a man when I had a massage and I had been to a gay sauna in London and had revelled in being naked in and around the pool, in the sauna, steam room and Jacuzzi and seeing guys looking at me. I had enjoyed their eyes on my partial and later full erections and had been very tempted to go into one of the dark rooms, but did not have the pluck and I had left.
"Here we are," he said as we pulled up outside a smart block of flats. "We actually live in Chester, but use this flat during the week to save the travel."
"Good idea. You sure Jan won't mind at this time of night?"
"No she wasn't even in bed when I called from the club, she's waiting for us."
And she was. She was wearing an ankle length, red silk dressing gown that flowed around her as she moved with her long, slim legs poking out from between the folds.
"Hello James," she said as I walked into the tastefully furnished and decorated sitting room that was dimly lit. "Can I get you anything?"
"I think I have probably had enough thanks," I said worrying a little about getting brewer's droop.
"You won't mind if I sip a red wine will you."
"No of course not" I said as Dave poured that for her and a Scotch for him.
"You sure James?"
"Oh ok how about a white wine."
"Coming up," Dave said.
"Dutch courage," Jan said looking at me over the rim of her glass that she was holding against her lower lip.
I smiled at her. "Yes something like that."
"Well don't worry, I don't bite" she smiled back adding quickly. "That is unless you want me to."
"Now, now Jan, don't scare him off."
"Sorry James, come and sit on the settee."
She walked across the room her arse swaying and wiggling most provocatively. She plonked herself down on the low settee with the gown parting and exposing her legs to mid-way up her thighs. She patted the sofa beside her. I sat down. I had removed my top coat and was not wearing a jacket, just an open necked shirt.
"Thanks for coming" she said turning and looking at me. She really was attractive and had her dark hair framing her face and tumbling onto her shoulders.
"My pleasure Jan, I thought Dave was joking at first," I replied looking across to where he was sitting on a chair sipping his Scotch.
"No he wasn't I can assure you," she said softly.
"See James, it's all kosher."
"Good."
I turned to look at her and saw that the top of the robe was gaping. I could see her deep cleavage; it did not seem that she was wearing a bra. I could feel myself hardening.
"Ok James?" She asked obviously looking for my opinion.
"Yes Jan, very ok," I replied moving closer to her and slipping my arm round her shoulders. "Is this?"
"Oh yes that's very ok," she murmured turning her face towards me clearly inviting me to kiss her. I did. She was a good kisser, although perhaps a little overly enthusiastic with the pressure she applied to squirming her lips against mine, probing my mouth open and pushing her tongue inside. He arms went round my neck and she pulled my face harder against hers. One of mine was on her neck ruffling and stroking her lovely hair and the other went round her body just beneath her armpit.
As the kiss continued, so it intensified. Our mouths, lips and tongues were more active and our hands followed suit. One of hers was all over my head and neck and the other was stroking my chest with her fingers slipping the buttons undone on my dark blue, Ralphie shirt. I did not have to move mine far to find what I was after. I cupped her left breast feeling pleased that it had not been enhanced and the heavy flesh indeed was all her.
"Oh yes," she groaned pushing her tit against my hand and slipping hers down my body to my crutch.
With no further ado, I slid mine inside her gown and onto her bare breast, it felt great. Her hand had found my cock inside my chinos and she was rubbing up and down its length.
