When Ann and I arrived home, Herman's car was in the driveway. He was watching TV, drinking a Beck's beer in the living room. Seeing the bags of groceries in our hands, Herman got up and came to assist. We got all of the shopping on the kitchen table and Ann began putting it away. Herman offered me a Beck's from the fridge and Ann told us to go back to the living room while she took care of things in the kitchen.
He had formula 1 racing on the tube and reached for his bottle beside the big chair and began to move to the sofa across from it. "Sit in the chair, Herman," I offered, pointing back to the comfy wingback.
"No, I'm fine here. Besides, it's your chair. I am the guest here," he retorted. I knew that Ann thought him to be quite quiet and engaging, but I was still trying to figure out what our dynamic would be following last night's interactions. He seemed to be quite respectful, so I thought that I would break the ice a bit.
I leaned toward our houseguest and spoke in a lower tone. "Herman, Ann told me about your taking good care of her last night, while I was away. I wanted to thank you for making Ann feel special again." There, I said it. My cards were on the table, and Herman maintained an air of respect.
"No, Jamie, it is I who should thank you for trusting me with Annie. She is a very sensuous and charming bed mate. I can see why you two have been together for so long. She speaks about you often during our conversations."
I noticed things were quieter in the kitchen and wondered if Ann was listening to us talk. "Yes, Ann is very special and that is the reason I want to be careful about our next step as to how Ann and I proceed. I think you can understand my trepidation."
He responded quite matter-of-factly, "Let's watch some sport for now. We should invite Annie to join us after dinner so we can all be on the same page." I felt some relief with his comments, so the two of us engaged in small talk until Ann called us for supper. The food was good and Herman brought out some red wine to go with the steaks. We laughed and talked of the mundane, at least until he and I got up together to stack and place the dishes in the washer.
I offered and poured two bourbons, while Ann decided on a second glass of wine. With drinks in hand, we retired to the living room, where we let Ann lead the way, followed by Herman and then myself. Ann sat down at the sofa, and I expected Herman to sit beside her, to maintain his alpha male status. Instead, he went directly to the big chair opposite her, and so I sat with Ann.
Herman started with, "Jamie, I would like to explore some ideas with you and your wife, but first, I am interested in what dynamics the two of you enjoyed last evening." I decided that it was time to be honest.
"Herman, I actually returned home last night, before you got into the shower. Much before. And I overheard some of your intimate moments with my wife, from the other side of your bedroom wall."
He responded, "Oh, I see. And how did that play out for you? I mean, was listening enough for you, at the time? Did Ann know you were listening?"
I answered, "No, Ann had no idea that I had come home early. I was very aroused, yet, I felt that I missed some of Ann's enjoyment because I had to piece together what I heard and try to make sense of it. I loved that she was enjoying you, but hearing it had a certain denial to it."
Ann spoke up. "Herman, it was very exciting for me that Jamie had allowed you and I to explore some sexual tensions. Jamie and I had awesome sex after I got you off to work."
Herman smiled as Ann spoke, and turned to me. "You wanted to have witnessed her seduction, I suppose. That is a very normal reaction. You would like to have seen how another man would go about luring Ann to sleep with him. And I'm sure your interest in her pleasure is paramount to everything else."
"Yes, exactly."
"Well," he said, assuringly, "If Ann would like to have her and I play that out for you, I wouldn't mind satisfying that desire for you sometime. But tonight, I thought that you should be the center of attention, and so, if you'll allow me, I would like to prepare this special lady for you."
Ann and I looked at each other again, not quite keeping up with him. He asked, "Do you have a favorite garment that I could prepare Ann in for your pleasure?"
My cock grew as I realized he would be alone with her again, dressing her and who knows what else. "Yes, I do. My favorite things are Annie's black bustier, and her red tee back thong."
"Okay then, we will do that for you, Jaime. And I hope you realize that the most significant thing here is that my being the third party has brought intrigue and uncertainty to your sex life. Monogamists lose that ability with the marriage contract. She promised to be yours, so how could you ever lose her if she has no interest in other men?"
Ann added " That makes so much sense, Herman. Plus, society says we are supposed to have sex all the time, even if we are too busy with life. It can get pretty routine after a while. I think that is why we play that game where I tease Jamie about other men wanting me."
Herman continued, "So, give us ten or fifteen minutes. I will call you up, when your wife is ready for you, okay?"
"Yes. I am already hard just thinking about it."
Herman took Ann's hand and drew her to stand up in front of me. He said, "Stand up and show her how ready you are for her." Ann was smiling as I stood up and unbuckled my pants, letting them fall to the floor. My erection fought with the elastic of my waistbandand the bell-shaped knob peeked out at her.
He looked to Annie and said, "That's a sizeable weapon. You should take it out so we can see it in all its glory." Ann wasted no time tugging the underwear down, my cock springing free of its confines. Precum oozed from it. As she lovingly caressed my hardness, Herman asked, "That is a perfect dick for anal. Have you two..."
I shook my head, no, as Annie answered, "We've never done that."
He looked from me to her and said, "That is a shame. He has both the perfect length, yet is slender enough that you could accommodate him relatively quickly. Most men and women won't even attempt it with mine." Annie smiled at me as if he gave her an idea.
"Now," he said, "Jamie, unzip her jeans."
One hand unbuttoned the clasp, while the other pulled the zip all the way down. She was warm as a furnace. The front panel of Ann's baby blue bikinis was exposed. "Jamie, slide in and find out if Annie is as excited about enjoying your dick, as you are for wanting to give it all to her."
I kissed her deeply while I laid my palm against her soft belly, fingers down, and slid my hand downward beneath the frilly elastic. I felt the velvety smoothness of her child-like vulva for the very first time, as my middle finger glided atop her erect clitoris. Ann began to pant in anticipation as my fingers cupped her pussy.
My cock was actively drooling, and I caught myself peeking at Herman's crotch to see if he was as excited as the two of us. He clearly was. Ann was right when she said his bulge looked more weighty than mine, but when my middle finger pierced the seal of Ann's labia, she wet my hand with a gush of fluid. My wife was sopping wet for me, in front of this stranger!
Our maestro continued to conduct our sexual symphony. "Taste her." I withdrew my hand and placed it at my mouth. My breath pulled in her scent as I lapped up her flavor.
My cock twitched. I moaned and whispered, "You're fucking delicious."
Herman offered, "Okay Ann, it is time I get you ready for Jamie." He buttoned her pants back up and tugged the zip back in place. Taking her hand, he guided my wife to the staircase, as he no doubt had last night. He left me there in my nakedness, and my mind went to the dark place.
What if he calls me up, only to be already fucking my wife when I get there? Or, her on her knees, obediently sucking his fat cock as I had dreamt. Was this an elaborate plan to cuckold me? I sat down in the chair, and stepped out of my pants and underwear, my cock wavering back to a more flaccid state.
It seemed an eternity before I was beckoned to our bedroom. With each step nearer, my cock gained mass, and pointed more vertically. No matter what lie ahead, my dick was vested in it. When I stepped to the doorway of our room, I saw her. My beautiful wife was standing at the foot of the bed. I first found her smile, as she demurely kept her hands behind her back. Her bustier is made of black satin and lace; basically two U-shaped cups that are more of a shelf to display Ann's small mounds. Her cocoa brown nipples perched above the lacey cups.
Anne's eyes had been made up; sharp tints of green and purple to accent her gorgeous blue eyes. Mascara thickened and lengthened her lashes, and a pearl necklace lay above her breasts. The thin triangle of red satin barely covered her naked vulva. Our eyes met again and I approached her, almost forgetting that another man prepared her for me, or that he was in the same room with us. We kissed passionately while we embraced. I told her she looked beautiful, and her face blushed like it did on our first date.
I turned to Herman and said, "You've outdone yourself, Herman. Ann is perfect."
It was then that I noticed he was sitting in a chair that had been brought up from the dining room, just off to Ann's side of the bed. Herman stood and stated, "I would love to be allowed to stay and watch the two of you, but I understand if you need your privacy."
I looked to Ann for direction, and she nodded. I told him that it was fine to stay and he asked, "May I play with myself as well?"
"Yes," she said boldly, "I want you to watch my husband fuck me."
