Our First Fantasy Turned Reality

Exposition

My beautiful, athletic wife of 25+ years had always been everything I wanted and needed sexually. I was instantly attracted to her the day I first met her. Tall, 5'9", blonde, athletic, slim waist with a nice round butt that most white girls weren't sporting back then. Her simultaneous shyness and attraction to me would show when she'd blush and look away every time I made eye contact. Although I wasn't her first, I was the first man to make sex fun and give her an orgasm and it just got better with time. It had been more than a quarter of a century of life, love and great monogamous sex. Over the years, we enjoyed exploring and learning about each other's bodies and what each of us liked or didn't like. We incorporated toys, porn, fantasies, positions, anal, oral and to some degree role play. I love to make her cum and had dialed in her body years ago and knowing how to bring out orgasm after orgasm until her body was spent. Earth shaking, thought numbing, bodily fluid draining eruptions were not uncommon for her - and she had the same intimate knowledge of me. She learned my kinks, how I like head and how to be my good girl in every way.

Somehow life took over and the stresses of the real world, raising a family and having two careers dampened the excitement between us. With the kids finally out of the house and making their own way, I was excited to reconnect in a more sexual and intimate way with her. I initially broached the idea of a threesome years ago. While my wife enjoyed the fantasy (and a few videos), she was not interested in trying it out in real life... until now. As we discussed the possibility of what a real encounter might bring, our excitement began to build. Could we really do this? What kind of partner did we each want? Since I was excited by the thought of my wife and I sharing our bed with either a man or woman I left the decision up to her. Although she had never been with another woman and never considered herself attracted to other females, she was curious. Talking it through, she decided this first encounter, while risky and feeling a shade dangerous, should be with another man. Two men, strong yet caring, working in tandem; four hands, two mouths, two cocks each throbbing with desire for her, choreographed to focus solely on delivering pleasure to her. With this decision made, I knew there was more we needed to figure out and we decided to take it slow. So, you can imagine my surprise when things ended up happening way quicker than anticipated.

Part 1 - The Setup

It was about 6:30 pm on a Friday as I sat texting in my truck waiting for my wife to pull up. The person on the other end of the phone was a recent acquaintance I'd made through an app that my wife and I had been browsing and using for some fantasy play. After several texts her car pulled up next to mine and we shared a glance and smile, both happy to be out celebrating the end of a very long week at the new restaurant near our house. The evening was warm with a late summer breeze and I had the pleasure of walking behind her towards the door admiring everything about the view. Her medium length blonde hair reached the middle of her shoulders, and her business outfit hugged her hourglass figure accentuating her thin waist and thick butt. I wasn't a butt guy before I met my wife, but she had definitely converted me. The way her curvaceous hips and ass shaped the material of her black skirt as she walked in her high heels compounded the excitement I was already feeling about this evening. As I reached around her to open the door my hand caressed her ass and she leaned into the touch and smiled. This was a much-needed break for both of us and I looked forward to having a beer while she sipped her wine (or maybe a bourbon if it was a really hard week). I wanted to keep our conversation going regarding finding our third, and tonight was a good opportunity.

The bar was dimly lit with only a few other patrons to be seen. It was still pretty early in the evening, with a lull between happy hour and the Friday night crowd. Looking around, I saw a few men finishing the last of their drinks and chatting, as well as a couple sitting at the bar. It was quiet, which is just what I needed to prepare my wife for what was going to happen later that night. Unbeknownst to her, I had spent time over the past month scouring a lifestyle app and vetting out men who we'd both potentially enjoy. While my wife had been distracted with work or gone to bed I had meticulously reviewed profile after profile to find just the right man. After many hours, hundreds of profiles and numerous exchanged messages with a dozen guys, I thought I had found just the right one.

Seated at the far corner of the bar was a handsome, broad shouldered black man, in his mid-forties and professionally dressed. He had a lowball glass sitting in front of him and was preoccupied texting and only glanced in our direction momentarily before returning his attention back to his device. I guided my wife to a couple of open chairs at the bar near the man but far enough away that we could continue our private conversation. My phone buzzed in my pocket indicating a new text, so I asked my wife to order me a beer and excused myself to the restroom.

Charlie walked away and I pulled out my phone, intending to browse emails rather than have to make small talk. I glanced around and noticed the good-looking man sitting near me. As I turned back to another boring work email the man leaned closer and said, "You know, checking work emails after hours can lead to stress and dissatisfaction with both work and life." I looked over planning a quick retort and brush-off but instead noticed his laughing eyes and nice smile. Instead, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and caught myself smiling back.

"Sorry? What did you say?" I felt myself moving closer so I could really see him. He pointed at my phone and repeated his statement. I continued to smile and started to offer a halfhearted excuse but changed my mind and instead said, "You're right. I need to put this away. So, tell me, how do you disconnect from work in order to maintain your satisfaction with work and life?" Just then Charlie walked over and casually draped his arm around my back.

"What are you two talking about? And where's your drink? By the way, I'm Charlie and this is my wife, Kat." Charlie stuck out his hand.

Our new friend answered with a deep "Nice to meet you, I'm Caleb." With this brief exchange the three of us struck up a conversation that would last for the better part of two and a half hours. Introductions were made, the drinks flowed, laughs were plentiful, and we settled in with me in the middle of two very handsome men.

I could tell that Kat was having fun getting to know Caleb through his stories about life, passions and travel. I knew this night had potential to become even more interesting than it already was. During a break in the conversation I asked Caleb how he thought the Eagles season looked. An innocent question had it not been for the fact we had not previously discussed sports or favorite American football teams. Kat, although she had been drinking, got a slightly perplexed look on her face. As Caleb and I pontificated on future events of the upcoming season I glanced over and saw the look on her face. I paused the conversation to ask, "What's wrong?"

Kat replied, "We're not in Philadelphia."

I laughingly replied, "And?"

Realizing that she needed to expand her thought process for me, she countered, "How do you know he's an Eagles fan? We haven't talked about sports all night and we're not in Philadelphia?"

Her question landed this time, and I instantly glanced at Caleb and he at me looking at each other for a lifeline explanation. Kat broke the awkward silence and asked, "Have you two met before?"

This question led to me confessing about my activities over the past month. I'd set the bar high - someone experienced yet respectful; they needed to be intelligent, a good conversationalist, but also attractive. I explained that after the hundreds of profiles and hours of time I had found Caleb. He seemed to check every box, so I began messaging him. We had gotten to know each other and built a rapport and trust. After many messages back and forth we had arranged for Caleb to travel here for this 'accidental meeting' to see if Kat too felt a connection. We agreed ahead of time that the meeting had no expectations from me or from him, that Kat would control the narrative. He agreed with no question. So I gently whispered in her ear the question burning on both Caleb and my mind, "Well, do you?" It was actually a semi-rhetorical question because in my twenty-five years of marriage I had learned to read my wife very well. I knew she liked Caleb; the question was if she was attracted enough to take this adventurous risk and invite him to be our first partner.

Kat sat in silent awe, absorbing what she had just been told. Her mind swirled with thoughts of her options and the potential consequences of her choice, no matter which way she leaned. I could see her reflect on the playful banter and shared fantasies that had, until now, remained at a safe distance. But now, a real man sat among us - a strikingly attractive man with warm brown eyes, full lips, a heart-melting smile, strong hands and broad shoulders. More so his personality had such a positive energy, and he seemed kind and thoughtful in every word he spoke. Her facial expression changed from being distant in thought to a beautiful smile and as she looked at Caleb, she grabbed her drink and raised it to him saying, "To new adventures!" Caleb and I breathed sighs of relief, and each grabbed our drinks and gently touched glasses. With that the entire course of the evening changed and the situation really started heating up.

The conversations continued but the energy definitely changed. Kat began touching Caleb, at first on the hand in an engaging manner but then moving to his arms and shoulders. This surprised me as she's normally a very reserved person in public. I attributed the physical touch to her finishing her third drink but I'm sure she was also very curious to test out how solid his impressive looking arms and shoulders really were. Kat sat next to Caleb with the two of them turned away from the bar to face me sitting on a barstool I had relocated behind them. Her legs were crossed showing the perfect amount of skin. Her legs were the perfect blend of femininity and athleticism, long and thick but shaped from years of running. Her skin was a soft shade of white as it was very rarely kissed by the sun. I was completely mesmerized by the sexiness of her legs when Caleb, emboldened by her touch, reached out and placed his hand on the exposed soft skin of her thigh. My heart skipped a beat as I became instantly aroused seeing the contrast of his dark, large hand against my wife's pale leg. Neither of them even acknowledged what had just happened and continued in conversation. Kat's attention shifted to Caleb, her gaze locking on his. It wasn't meant to exclude me, but rather to establish a connection with him - and the connection was unmistakable. As the night went on, they became increasingly playful and touchy even to the point she would occasionally lean into him to say something inaudible to me. Caleb would always smile and return the same energy and flirtiness only removing his hand from her leg to touch her arm or brush back her hair.

The time came when Kat finely needed to take a break and visit the restroom. She stood up to excuse herself and as she left, she slowly brushed her thick ass against Caleb's leg just to get his attention and be flirty. She walked away and Caleb and I caught ourselves checking her out as she headed towards the restrooms. He looked at me with a smile and gestured towards the path Kat had just taken. I smiled and said, "Have fun."

Caleb stood and walked to the back of the bar area towards the restrooms coming to a hallway outside of the women's room. Not knowing if anyone else was inside he opted to wait patiently in the hallway. After several minutes passed, the door to the restroom began to open and I walked out. The third drink had loosened me up and Caleb's large hand on my thigh earlier had made my temperature rise and imagination run wild. I barely registered the conversation going on between us. I needed a break to clear my head but as I looked up my eyes locked on Caleb, standing in the hallway. With a surprised feeling I smiled and asked, "What are you doing here?" Without saying a word, he stepped toward me grabbing my arms and pulling me close. His 6'1" broad frame made my normally tall stature feel small as he looked down into my eyes. I felt my eyes begin to close as I anticipated what was going to happen next. Some part of me thought I should stop but another, more primal part of me couldn't wait for the feeling of his lips. Caleb's face was so close I could smell the bourbon on his breath and his grip was firm as our lips met for the first time.

The kiss was different, strange and... electric. I had not kissed another man in over twenty-five years and Charlie and I fit so perfectly together - we knew each other so well. This was unexpected and new. I had never kissed anyone with such full, powerful lips before and his intensity and passion as he took control of my mouth radiated down my body. I surrendered to his kiss. I don't know how long we stood there, in the dimly lit hallway, kissing, but it felt like an eternity. Never breaking his grip on my mouth, Caleb began walking me backwards to the wall beside the door and I felt his body press against mine. I felt the broadness of his shoulders as I gripped him tighter. I also felt his excitement as his engorged cock pressed firmly against my stomach. I was so turned on I could feel the wetness dripping between my thighs and my pulse racing.

As we stood there kissing, I attempted to raise my hand to his neck, but he intercepted my hand and guided it to his chest. God, his chest felt heavenly - rock hard, manly and muscular. I let my hands roam and explored his chest and shoulder, sliding down to grip his bulky muscular arm which was stretching the material of his shirt. My hand traveled south slowly navigating his abdomen until I found his belt. I moved my hand to his back, and he again intercepted it and moved it purposely back to his belt. A shockwave of excitement shot through my body as I began sliding my hand further south, tracing the outline of his enormous cock. It felt large as it fought its downward position continuing to grow with the rush of excitement. I began to slowly rub my hand against it, eliciting a groan from Caleb. I let out my own moan of desire as I increased my tempo.

With a quick movement, Caleb grabbed me and maneuvered us both through the closed bathroom door. He continued walking us backward, kissing and touching the entire time until I was firmly against the sink counter. The intensity of the moment continued to increase as he now used his hands to explore my body. He couldn't wait to get his large hands on my full round ass and that's the first place they went as he turned his lips to my neck. I responded by feverishly unbuckling his belt, unsnapping his pants and lowering his zipper. I reached inside his pants and rubbed his cock from outside of his underwear. As I did I could feel his dick straining against the material. My fingers found the head of his cock and the material of his underwear was wet from the excitement and precum. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me onto the counter. He straddled one leg so that his hand could slip under my skirt. His long fingers slid right up the inner part of my thighs and felt the laciness of my panties. He pushed them aside and traced my slit from the top to the bottom seeking the source of my wetness.

Again, I moaned but louder this time. Not being able to take it much longer I reached into his boxer briefs and found what I had so desperately been looking for. Releasing his cock from its constraint caused a rush of blood into his organ. It instantly swelled, filling and surpassing the breadth of my grasp. It was his turn to moan. I was astonished by the size and feel of his dick in my hands. It was huge to say the least. So thick and long, so stiff against the pressure of my grip. I began to stroke his dick firmly but slowly as we continued kissing. Wanting better access to me Caleb pushed back, stood me up and spun me around. This was the first visual glimpse I got of his large throbbing black cock which was standing up well above his waist line. But the view was quick as he couldn't wait to turn me around and hike my skirt up over my hips. His fingers found my clit again and he slid his dick against my creamy white ass. In the heat of the moment, I glanced up and caught his reflection in the mirror. His chiseled, masculine face bore an expression of intense focus, completely absorbed with exploring my body.

As his fingers began to rub my swollen clit I whispered, "Oh God Caleb, yes!" in a raspy bedroom voice, which caused him to look up and we locked eyes in the mirror. At that moment the bathroom door swung open and in came a female patron looking to freshen up.

Part 2 - The invitation home

Our exit from the bar to the parking lot was a hasty one. There was little time to fix disheveled clothes, explain the need to expedite our departure, pay the bill, and laugh our way out of the door. We stopped in the middle of the parking lot near a light pole, everyone still laughing from the events that had just transpired. I asked, "I guess you two were having a good time."

Kat smiled and looked at Caleb and said, "Yeah, we definitely were."

I looked at the two of them and asked, "What's next?"

Everyone glanced at each other and then Kat looked at me, smiled and nodded. With that I looked at Caleb and asked, "Care to join us at our place for a night cap?"

Caleb looked Kat in the eyes and said, "I'd love to."

Once we walked into the house we stood in the kitchen and made small talk. Because of Kat and my inexperience at this we weren't really sure what the next move was, so I offered to make everyone a drink. I walked over to the dry bar to retrieve the decanter of Kat's favorite bourbon and when I turned around, I witnessed Kat standing facing the island with her eyes closed and head tilted. Caleb, standing behind her, had brushed her hair to one side and was softly kissing her neck. I put the decanter back thinking, "No need to waste this."

With the bedroom softly lit by the bedside lamps, my wife stood at the foot of our bed in the sexy black lace bra and panties that she wore to work knowing she would be meeting me later that evening. Several minutes earlier, Caleb and I had slowly removed most of her clothing while we touched and kissed various parts of her body. Her breath heavy and her eyes closed, we surrounded her, making her the center of our sensual attention.

Caleb now stood behind my wife shirtless with his pants partially undone. It was the first time I had seen him in a semi-state of undress and his physique was quite impressive especially for a man in his mid-forties. His shoulders and chest were broad and muscular like that of a man who has spent a lifetime working out. It seemed like such a contradiction that a man so large and capable of feats of strength would be so gentle and sensual. He was softly kissing my wife's neck and at the same time gently caressing her arms and shoulders with his fingertips. I was watching her take it all in, enjoying every sensation that he caused. As I stood in front of her, I couldn't decide if I wanted to participate or simply watch the arousing interaction between my wife and her new lover. I elected to step back to soak in the sensuality of the moment and allow them to connect as Caleb transcended her pleasure from the physical to the total arousal of all her senses.