Claire had it all set up. We'd gotten a hotel room for the night, because I thought it might be weird to do it in our home. See, Claire has this fantasy where she fucks another man and I watch. I wasn't exactly sold on the idea myself. Seeing her get fucked is a huge turn on for me, but only because I love watching me take her in the videos we make. But, that is always me watching myself do her and after the fact. To watch her with someone else live was something altogether different. When I told her I wasn't sure about it, she reminded me of all the fantasies of mine that we'd already done. In the past, I'd seen her with another girl and even had a threesome with that same girl. She lets me come on her wherever I want and take pictures. Anything I want to do, she'll at least try. So, I found myself without much of an argument and here we are in a hotel room waiting for a man I'd never met to arrive.
She knew him though. He was a male stripper and she had met him at one of her friend's bachelorette parties. I guess they've talked a few times since then when they'd bump into each other around town. She says it was never awkward. I trust my wife completely, so I've never worried about her having a thing with him or anyone else on the side. When I finally agree she messaged him online and asked if he would be interested. Of course, he was, because my wife is fucking hot and any guy should jump at the chance to do her. She has the curves that drive men wild. I'm sitting in the hotel room chair and she's lying on the bed when there's a knock on the door.
"It'll be fine," she tells me as she gets up to answer it. "You're going to love this. I just know it."
She looks through the peep hole just in case, but apparently it's him because she opens the door. A man walks into the room and he isn't what I expected at all. When I heard he was a male stripper, I assumed he would be tall and broad with chiseled muscles and probably always with oil rubbed into his skin. Instead, he was taller than me, but not by a lot. His dark hair was a little wavy. He wasn't scrawny by any means, but he wasn't as wide as a barn either. He did look like he was pretty muscular though.
"This is, Jack," Claire says and closes the door behind him. "Jack, this is my husband, Jake."
"Nice to meet you," he says, striding over and giving me a firm but not too firm of handshake.
"You too," I manage to say, apprehension welling up inside me. Is Claire really going to have sex with this guy while I watch? Does she really want that or does she just like the idea of it? Is she going to regret this? Am I going to regret this?
"I'm going to go to the bathroom and get ready," Claire says pleasantly and practically bounces her way there.
I guess she really does think she wants to do this. I sit back down and Jack sits on the edge of the bed. We don't make eye contact. In a moment, I look up as Claire pokes her head out the bathroom door, her shoulders naked and asking to be caressed by me rather than him.
"Jack, could you tell him what we agreed on?" she asks, before closing the door again.
"Thought she would have told you. First," Jack says and now he is looking at me. "This is all for Claire and you. Not that I'm not planning on enjoying myself." He laughs. "I'll do what she asks or guides me to do, but I'm not going to do anything without her permission. If you want me to stop at any time, just say so. I'm not here to cause any problems."
I nod as he talks. He's at least making it sound okay. He seems like a good guy for the most partβfriendly and kind. He understands the role Claire wants him to play perfectly. I'm a little shocked he's so willing and ready to play by her rules. Maybe he really wants her and that's why he agreed. He'd do anything to get her. Or maybe, he's just really into this kind of thing. Did she pay him to do it? It could be that too couldn't it? As the thoughts race through my mind, my heart quickens. Maybe Claire is onto something here. Just then, the bathroom door opens and Claire steps out wearing my favorite lingerie, a purple and black lacy bra with matching panties. She's done her makeup and her eye shadow matches her lingerie. She has her hair down and she's so gorgeous I want to tell Jack to leave then and there so I can have her all to myself. But, this is for Claire and I'll try to let her enjoy it and I'll know she'll enjoy it more if I look like I'm enjoying it too.
Jack stands up and I look over at him. His whole body looks tense and I know he's enthralled with the sight of my wife. I look back over at Claire and watch her get onto the bed and lay across it in a sexy pose on her side with one leg bent, her arm and hand resting along her the curves of her side. Her head is propped up by her other hand and her chest is thrust out. She tells us she's ready. I continue to watch her as I hear Jack walk farther away from me and take his clothes off. Then he's crawling onto the bed to join Claire. His body is all lean muscle and very tan. He doesn't seem to have a spot of hair on him beside for his head. I can't help but look at him since he's blocking my view of Claire and a part of me wants to really see him. It's like when you're watching porn. You don't want some guy with a tiny dick in it. You want to see someone hung who doesn't look like a complete sleaze. His ass looks rock hard. I see Claire as she sits up and they begin kissing. She turns him so that they are sideways and I can see them both now and I mentally thank her for it.