My wife and I were looking to expand our sexual horizons. Primarily I was the driver; she seemed fairly satisfied with our relationship and didn't feel the need to do more or anything "crazier." We were fairly adventurous together—including things like sex in public places—and after one crazy night, we added a strap-on dildo (which she used to great effect on me occasionally) to our "toybox." I loved her and couldn't get enough of her sexually; she's stayed in shape, about 5'4" with great proportional breasts and straight dark hair past her shoulders. I wanted more, though, and something I could not get in our relationship, no matter what we did—I wanted us to add a third partner.
She's never been interested in women, so I dismissed that possibility out of hand. I was willing to try a MMF, but only on one condition. I told her I would let her pick the guy (although I had a veto), but that he had to be bisexual. I confessed to her for the first time that for I had harbored bisexual fantasies for years, dating back to college, even though I had never acted on them in any way. Although I had some of the "typical" contact with guys when I was first entering puberty, I had never brought a guy off with my hand or mouth and certainly never gave or received anal sex.
Especially when watching porn, which I enjoyed greatly, I found myself focusing on the cocks and wondering what they would feel like (having only really experienced my own). I find women much more attractive in a basic and primal way, but there's just something about seeing a rock-hard dick that turns me on. She was surprised, but said she would consider it—I got a massive erection just having her say that and we had great sex, falling asleep in a sweaty heap.
A couple of days later she came back with an answer—she would go for it, and we would plan it around my 40th birthday, which was still couple of months away. That would allow us time to make plans and line someone up, as well as give us an "excuse" to drop the kids off with the grandparents for the weekend. We agreed that we would work together to find someone even though she would get to make the final selection (subject to my veto). We signed up as Gold Members on AFF, and a couple of other sites, and of course the crazy offers starting pouring in right away. ;-> We had a hell of a good time looking over profiles, reading hot emails and comparing photos...and even posting a few of our own—a new side hobby we hadn't anticipated!
Eventually we got the list down to five or six guys we were interested in meeting. The first three didn't impress us as much in person as over the Internet and my wife wanted to keep looking. I could tell she had her eye on the fourth guy—"Bob."
Bob was someone I would describe as a "muscle porn guy"—in a porno you don't see much of the guy's face but he is muscular and, of course, has a large and thick cock that he uses to great effect. I'm 5'10", 160 pounds, athletic and decently endowed, about 6" and average width. He was 28, 6', 185 and had short dark hair and Italian features. Bob had me by two inches where it counted, and appeared thicker to boot (we're both cut and shaved).
We set up a meeting at a pub in the evening a week before our planned "getaway." We arrived at the bar and immediately hit it off—I could tell that this was the one and that it was going to work. My wife flirted with Bob aggressively right from the start; someone at another table might not know who she was actually with, observing her behavior. At one point, my wife leaned over the table and whispered in his ear, winking at me.
Bob excused himself to go to the restroom and 30 seconds later my wife followed him. I got up to go with her, but she gently pushed me back in the chair and said she needed to check him out one-on-one. She almost skipped to the restrooms and ducked into the men's room unnoticed.
The suspense was killing me, not to mention the rock-hard erection I was trying to conceal under the table. They were gone for almost ten minutes and my mind was doing wild gymnastics imagining what was happening in the restroom. Bob came out first, looking flushed and sweaty, followed shortly by my wife who was grinning from ear to ear. When they returned to the table she slipped her soaked panties into my pocket for later, playfully rubbing my woody through my pocket, pleased that the situation turned me on. I thought I also saw a fleck or two of cum in her hair.
"Well?" I said. "What happened? I need details!" "Later," she laughed, adding, "I think we've found our man, if you're okay with that?" Okay, hell, I was ready to head to the bathroom with him next! She laughed again and said that I would get my chance, just not tonight. We had a few more drinks and made plans for the next weekend, then said goodnight. Bob and my wife exchanged a fevered kiss before departing and he winked at me as he left.
After dropping off the babysitter, we tore off our clothes and were all over each other before we could get halfway in the door. Over the course of the night, my wife told me that she had given Bob's cock and balls a "thorough" inspection and she was happy to report that he was everything his photos and description promised to be. She told me that she sat on the toilet seat and sucked him dry while he fingered her to a raging climax.
She said she thought that another guy or two had come in the bathroom and watched them and that she had been thrilled by the thought—another idea for future action! I said that I was sorry there was no video or photos to document it and she said I would just have to be satisfied using my imagination...which I did almost constantly over the course of the week leading up to our next meeting.
We planned to meet the next Friday at a decent hotel in our town and get a room for the night. My wife was very excited at the thought of seeing Bob again and about the plans they had made during the week. She had purchased a new perfume, because Bob had said he liked it, and she spent a lot of extra time getting ready, almost like a girl before the prom.
It was an incredible turn-on to see how excited she was at the prospect of seeing him! Again, at Bob's request, she dressed in stockings and garters, but left her underwear and bra at home—she wouldn't be needing them for this trip and I think it turned both of us on to travel from home with her open and exposed. Her nipples certainly seemed to be as hard as my cock in anticipation!
Bob had already checked in and left a key for us at the front desk. As we headed up to the room, my wife could barely keep still in her excitement with anticipation of seeing Bob again and giving me my birthday present. We opened the door and Bob was inside, just opening a bottle of red wine. My wife ran to him and kissed him passionately, with full body contact. We each had a glass of wine and settled down, getting comfortable in the room.
My wife explained the ground rules at this point. "We're going to explore lots of things here tonight, honey, but the first part of your birthday present will be you watching Bob and me together. You'll get to see what happened at the bar, and I hope a whole lot more." She winked at Bob and he nodded.
"Basic rules are that unless we call you to join in, for the first time it will just be Bob and me until we cum. To make things a little more interesting later, you aren't allowed to touch yourself or masturbate while we are doing this. If you do, or you don't agree to this condition, you will have to leave and Bob and I will finish our evening alone."
I had to admit that not jerking off was going to be next to impossible, what with my beautiful wife and this gorgeous man going at it right in front of me, but I wanted to see it so badly I could taste it, not to mention the implication in the rules that I would be involved later. Shaking, I agreed to the terms so we could begin.
"Okay, Bob, I think we promised him we would show him what he missed in the bathroom!" My wife stood up and walked over to him, placing her hand on his crotch and slowly rubbing him through his pants. I could see an immediate reaction and he pulled her close for a long and deep kiss. Bob reached up under my wife's short skirt, exposing her and gently stroking the inside of her thighs.
She started moaning and pulled him back toward the bed. "Now, we're really going to recreate this in detail, so we'll leave our clothes on, at least for this first part." I didn't mind a bit; I think partially dressed but sexually engaged people are mind-blowingly sexy. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide so Bob could access her dripping pussy. He ran his fingers up her legs and gently began rubbing her lips, seeking out the hard clit he had obviously discovered in the bathroom last week. My wife arched her hips toward his hand as she shakily began unzipping his pants.
She moaned, "Oh, yeah, right there, right there, but not too hard—I want this to last!" Bob was enjoying this too—I could see that he had gotten so hard that she had trouble getting his cock out into the open. (Come to mention it, I was throbbing and at full attention already too!) With a gentle tug, she was finally able to get his member in the clear, pulling all glorious 8 inches and his balls out of his pants too, an amazing and dizzying sight. I was surprised I didn't cum right then as she started stroking his shaft with both hands and cupping his balls.
She smiled at me and said, "See, didn't I tell you he was everything he said he was?" I replied that I would have to see Bob totally naked to tell, but that things looked promising so far. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth and began working it in deeper and deeper, bit-by-bit, looking up at him and smiling with her eyes. They had a nice rhythm going between them and I could see Bob's muscles flex as he worked to thrust his cock into and out of my wife's mouth.
She pulled away and worked on the shaft with her tongue, down to his balls, taking each one into her mouth in turn. She looked at me under his shaft and said, "Good to the last drop!" with a mischievous grin.
While they mutually masturbated each other, my wife said, "Bob dear, this is fun and we could take it to the conclusion we reached in the bathroom for hubby's sake, but what I REALLY want is to feel your beautiful cock inside my wet pussy. I've been wet all week just dreaming about it!" Bob agreed that he wanted that too. I blurted out that I wanted to see that, too, and they both laughed.
I asked my wife if I could get naked and she said yes, but reminded me of the agreement we made when we started—that I could not touch myself or bring myself off while they were "performing." I said no problem, but that my pants were irritating my straining cock. They laughed again and she agreed so I got naked in no time flat.
