"So what do you think then?" my wife asked me.
"I'm not sure. I'm don't think I'm entirely happy with the thought of another man screwing the woman I love." I replied.
We were cuddling in bed having just had one of the oddest conversations in our married life so far. Cassie, my wife of the last 4 years, had initiated a discussion about fantasies by asking me if I had any unfulfilled ones. Of course I did, but it seems she had an ulterior motive in asking, namely to reveal hers. Cassie, I had just discovered, had a burning desire for a threesome. As it happens, so do I, and being bi, I'm not too fussed whether it's a girl or a guy, but somehow I thought another guy would be pleasuring me not my wife. It was clear from what Cassie said that she fancied a different cock to mine but wanted me to be present, and preferably participatory.
"Aw, c'mon Steve, you already know you weren't the first. Wouldn't you just love to see a hard cock pounding me the way you do? And if this works out, we might try a few other things..."
She rested her head on my chest and looked up into my eyes, pulling that expression that just melts me every time. I suppose you'd call them 'puppy eyes'. It's her near foolproof way of getting what she wants. That and the fact that her hand had found it's way to my stiffening dick and was working it's magic on me.
"I guess. I just don't know how we'd find someone." I responded.
"Just leave that to me, sweetheart. I've got an idea or two." And with that she disappeared under the covers and commenced taking me to heaven with her talented mouth. One thing I admitted to myself, whoever joined us would definitely be in for a good time...
It was about a week later when Cassie came home from work, all smiles and with a playful look in her eye that meant she'd been up to something. It's the look she has when she spreads her legs before me and puts on her most intimate show, while I masturbate gently. God, I love it when she does that for me, plays with her pussy and brings herself to climax. We tend to do that during the time that she's on. I've never been one for making love whilst my wife has her period, it's a real turn off for me.
"We have a guest for dinner tonight, love." I knew what was coming. "You know Carl from work?" I did, we'd met at her works Christmas party. A nice guy but I remember thinking that he couldn't take his eyes off Cassie.
"Oh right. What time?" I asked her.
"About 8 O'clock. He's bringing the wine."
"Is this what I think it is? Have you arranged what we spoke about the other night?"
"It might be. It depends on you and him. As far as he knows, it's just dinner, but if you're willing then we might proceed to the bedroom."
"How do you even know he's interested?"
"Well, I have it on good authority..."
"That'll be Kate, then." I interjected. Kate was Cassie's best friend at work and I know they talked about everything.
"OK then, I have it on Kate's authority that he's told a few of the guys that he'd love to bend me over the copier and take me from behind. But he's got integrity and wouldn't take up with a married woman."
"But not enough to stop ogling them at Christmas parties. And excuse me, you are still going to be married when he arrives."
"Yeh, but you'll be there too so that might be OK."
She started to take me through the plan. The pretext for his coming was a business idea she wanted to run past him. Carl was to arrive, I'd take his coat as she showed him round the house. Cassie intended to go pantie free, and as she entered the kitchen drop something, bend down to pick it up and give Carl an eyeful of her pussy. Meanwhile, I was supposed to register if he reacted. Thereafter, we'd play it by ear. Chances are, we might not even get as far as dinner.
At about five to eight, Carl arrived. The plan went into action and I took his coat. Cassie did the tour and led him to the kitchen. As she entered, she picked up the oven glove to 'check the dinner' and dropped it. She bent down provocatively to pick it up exposing her already moist lips.
"Smells good." Carl said as he turned to me, thereby completly missing the show put on entirely for his benefit. "Who's the cook, you or your wife."
"Cassie's the real chef, although I can throw a mean chinese meal together given half a chance." I responded trying hard not to smirk at Cassie's frustration.
Well, I can tell you that trying not to laugh was the theme of the night for me, as throughout dinner all of Cassie's attempts to entice a reaction out of Carl failed utterly, and everything she did, he seemed not to notice. She'd pulled every trick I knew she had in her arsenal and a few I didn't know of. Every time she flashed a little breast or pussy, he was looking the other way. Every suggestive comment went unheard. Every attempt to guide the conversation to sex fell flat as Carl kept returning to the subject of work. I was resisting the urge to guffaw with laughter as she got more and more frustrated.
Dinner came to an end and I helped her clear the dishes. Carl followed us out with his now empty wine glass.
"I'm just going to go to the bathroom before I get going. It's been a really nice evening." Carl said as he handed Cassie his glass before exiting towards the downstairs toilet.
"Nice guy. He can come for dinner again." I said to her through my sniggers as we loaded the dishwasher.
"Fat lot of fucking help you've been. Sitting there grinning like a fucking idiot. He'll think you're simple." she snapped back. 'Tetchy', I thought.
"What did you expect me to do? Fish his cock out and say, 'I say darling, this one's a whopper. Fancy hopping on and riding his old fella to kingdom come?'" She glared an icy stare. "Look babe, it's obviously not meant to be. He's not picking up any signals. You couldn't have been much more direct"
"We'll fuckin' see about that!" she retorted, slamming the dishwasher shut and storming out of the kitchen just as Carl emerged from the loo. "Carl, how would you fancy fucking me right now?" she asked an astonished Carl. For that matter, my jaw hit the floor too. Now that was direct!
