My first wife Beverly (Bev) and I had an open marriage for about a decade. We had been married for about fifteen years when we decided to experiment with the open marriage scenario. My desire was that I wanted to watch her having sex with other men. She didn't want me watching me although I did twice. She was in her early forties, and she liked younger guys in their early 20's. Both she and I were allowed to play with whomever we wanted with several rules ... first, no playing with friends or work acquaintances (although this one didn't last long on my part), next was no lying about anything we did (but Bev didn't want to know about any of my dalliances), no spending the night, and finally unlike my wife, I wanted to hear every detail of her encounters. She wouldn't allow me to watch or participate in her exploits, so, the stories she told me as we made love when she came home well fucked were the next best thing to being able to watch her. Ours was not a cuckhold relationship. It was a loving and sharing understanding. We both had our fair share of dalliance in this open relationship. She wanted me to shower before we had sex, but I wanted her in the 'just been fucked' state.
This particular story was a fantasy of mine for several years; I had long wanted her to participate in a gang bang. We had often talked about it, but Bev was convinced that the opportunity would never arise for her. I on the other hand had participated in several gang bangs over the years and loved them. I found the thought of several men enjoying my wife's sexual favors and flavors all at once very erotic even if I couldn't watch or participate.
At the time of this story, we were half a decade into our open marriage experience. My wife had enjoyed sex with well over a dozen men that she had picked up in her country and western bar and a couple of women. Bev was about 5' - 4" and very shapely. She had 36 C-cup breasts that were not teenage perky but rather nice and round and full. They qualified as true tits as opposed to titties. She loved wearing pushup bras and silk blouses that both added to her alluring body for younger guys that lusted after older married ladies. Bev had a nice round ass with wide hips giving her the quintessential hourglass figure. She preferred high heels but also commonly wore cowgirl boots when she went out dancing and looking for a sexual hookup. Her hair was long and wavey, dark brown with blond highlights. Bev was a very beautiful and sexually alluring wife. I loved looking at her and I loved knowing men were fucking my beautiful wife.
Bev liked to go to her dance club early so she could talk and have a few 'loosening up drinks' with her girlfriends. She was usually ready to leave the house long before I was ready to head to my dance club. This night, she was going to score big, and I was going to strike out. One never knows who will be getting lucky and who won't.
The lead in title to this story of "I Feel Lucky" was a popular song at the time. When I heard the song on the radio on the way to my dance club, I knew the stars were aligned and there was a very good chance that Bev was going to collect another notch for our bedpost. There was another popular song at the time, "And the Thunder Rolled". If I heard this song, it meant that the stars were likely aligned for me to score. Hearing both songs on the way to dancing brought on an instant hardon. To this day, I still love occasionally hearing those songs on the radio as they bring back very pleasant sexual memories. I was going to have to be satisfied with her story when she came home because I only heard "I feel Lucky" on my way to dancing.
About 8 PM when she was leaving, neither of us knew what the night had in store for us. All I could do was marvel at how good she looked as I kissed her goodbye for the evening. I did tell her as she walked toward her car that I wanted a story. She told me that she would do her best to arrange for a good nasty story for me when she got home. And if nothing transpired, she could always make something up. I just said, "I hope you get lucky." Then, I watched her get into her car and drive away waving to me with the top down on her little sportscar.
By about 9 PM, I was ready to finally leave for my dance club. We had decided early on that she was always going to strike out if we went dancing at the same club. Young guys didn't mind if an older lady was married, but they were too hesitant generally if the husband was hanging around. I got to my club late as I preferred to allow the ladies there to have time to get a few drinks down for them to loosen up socially. The bands at my club were always excellent and tonight was right on target. The country band was new, but they were quite good. Most of the bands were local guys and gals that were sure they were going to be the next big thing on the country and western scene. Being good just isn't enough. A local band needs something much more than just being good to go national.
I didn't hear my song, but I did hear Bev's on my drive home for a second time. My night was an obvious bust but there still was hope for Bev scoring. For some reason, the older ladies at my club were sparse this evening. There were a lot of younger college age girls there but few women in their 40's which was my age. Unlike my wife who was fixated on guys in their early 20's, I liked women my age. Yes, the younger ones were nice to look at, but we simply spoke and fucked a different language. The few younger girls I had been with generally were just not fun. They didn't do too many things sexually whereas the older ladies knew exactly what they would do, and they loved doing it. This night was destined to be a night of just line dancing for me. It was a good workout but no prospects for any extracurricular activities. I was done by about 11PM and drove home ... alone. As I said, I did hear her song and grew an instant hardon.
My wife wasn't home, and I didn't expect her to be home anytime soon. I went inside, undressed, and went to bed to watch some late-night TV. Then, the phone in her office rang and I went to answer it. There was a guy on the line. He asked for her. I told him that she was out, but that I expected her home soon. He simply asked me to tell her that they were waiting. I said "OK" and hung up. 'They're waiting'? What does that mean? My cock was suddenly stiff.
Pretty soon, I heard my wife downshifting her car for the turn to get to our house. I looked at the clock, and it was only 11:45. Apparently there were no young guys at her club. But what was that call about I thought? It's funny how things work out I as I heard her running through the backyard to our backdoor. She came in and was running down the hall. Bev passed our bedroom shouting "I gotta pee!" Then she shouted from the bathroom, "I have something to tell you that you are gonna like!" The toilet seat went up, I heard her doing the pee-pee dance for a few seconds and then I heard her peeing. "WHEW!", she said loudly.
When she was done, she came into the bedroom, sat on the bed, and said, "I really hope you are going to like this."
"Like what," I asked? I was hoping that I knew the approximate answer.
I met two firemen tonight," she told me. "Firemen are every girl's dream fantasy and they both want to fuck me!" Then, she went on "they are dreamy young hunks, and they want to fuck ME! I'm going to their place as soon as I freshen up. Are you good with this?"
"Hell Yes!" I told her. I put my arms around her as best I could as she was sitting on the bed and I was still laying down. I then kissed her and told her I wanted to hear every detail. I also told her "to do every nasty thing she can think of. Two guys are a good thing I told her."
"I guarantee you that I am going to let them fuck my brains out!"
I thought to myself ... my wife is going to get fucked by two guys tonight. I have wanted her to do this for years and now she is going to do it! And we kissed again.
