HOT TUB ROMANCES
I watched my wife seduce my friend just like she told me she'd do. I had told her to go ahead as she had done it many times before, and I enjoyed watching every one of them. She asked him straight out if he liked sex, if he would have any problem fucking his friend's wife. When he said not if the friend was okay with it, I had watched them kiss, fondle one another, then, sitting in the hot tub, she threw a leg over his lap and lowered herself down on him, taking him deep and fast, then bouncing over him until she came in a wild rush.
Actually, nothing could have prepared me for the idea that someday I would happily watch my wife have sex with someone else. As a young man dating, I never dreamed I would enjoy that kind of thing, that someday I would be doing just that, watching her screw another fellow. When she proposed it, or rather told me this is what would be happening, I doubted I would ever agree to such a thing, but when the time came and it happened right in front of me, I found it amazingly arousing. I always liked porn, and it was actually like the very best of that.
It all started when a friend from college came to visit during our first year, and Claire had asked me if I cared if she fucked him. Just like that, out of the blue, no hesitation or euphemisms. It certainly surprised me, but not half as much as my answer. "Not if you let me watch," I said, my voyeur tendencies overcoming any jealousy or reluctance I might have had.
She seduced him right in front of me, asked him if he could ever fuck a married woman. "With her husband's okay," he replied.
"Well?" she said to me.
"It's your body," I had said, having already decided I wanted to watch them.
She then stood in front of my friend, put her arms around his neck and kissed him, softly but with a passion I knew would have him hard in an instant. She sensuously had placed her lips against his, her tongue reaching for my friend's. She is a great kisser, and I knew his knees were getting weaker by the second. It was a pre-fuck kiss and they went from a sensational caress to a side-of-the tub fucking in less time than it took to say 'Let's do it.' Their fucking went on for half the night, but I only watched part of it. I watched until they dried one another, then they went in the house to finish their business in the privacy of our bed.
I sat for a while in the tub, then I went to the tv room and watched All In The Family. We had discussed it beforehand and I knew it was coming. I knew she was hot for him, and I knew she felt marital love should be unconditional, and eventually I had agreed. She had told me on our wedding night that she didn't want to be tied down, that she still expected to fuck other men and remain married, still be my wife, but she intended to bed whomever she "damn well pleased."
She had been very open about her feelings that marriage did not have to be sexually exclusive, that couples could be faithful in other important ways and still have sex with others. That intercourse was not love, and that 'making love' was only semantics, and didn't mean you couldn't have sex with someone you only liked and wanted pleasure from.
Eventually, she has fucked all of my close friends, and their desire overcame any objections they might have had with such an arrangement, to fuck the wife of a good friend. Who were they to argue? She was eager, I was willing, and each was horny for her, of course, as nearly any man would have been.
She was beautiful, sexy, available, and constantly wet. She wanted them and her husband didn't care, and was--in fact--eager to watch, so why not?
Did she allow me the same liberties? But of course, but I was more interested in watching her than putting notches on my gun, although it did happen a few times with a couple of women friends over the years.
If a fellow did not come, she would finish him off with a slutty blowjob and swallow his every drop like a dockside whore who pledged to serve dutifully. Her blowjobs were fantastic to watch and became renown. She is as skilled as a pro and has honed her skills at giving superb oral sex over the years with dedication of a violin player virtuoso. She has studied like a sexual scholar, watching Linda Lovelace, Molly Sims. Kacy Black, and all of the great cocksuckers of porn. She went at it like a dedicated maestro.
It wasn't that she shyly admitted to being attracted to other men. She assertively said, "You know your girlfriend is prone to fuck as many men she can entice into her bed, right?" By that time I knew and shrugged, willing to accept reality.
What kind of wimp would knowingly allow his wife that kind of liberty and not show her the door? Good question. One like me, I guess, who loves the woman he's with and accepts her relationships with other men as the price of spending his life with her. I cannot explain it, because if you have to ask the question, you most likely would never understand the answer. I just do, that is my response.
The night she fucked Jeremy, the first in a long line of her lovers, he asked me if I was sure. I said I was. Afterward we talked. "You don't mind her having sex with other men?"
"The marriage contract is not a deed of ownership," I said. "She kept her last name, her bank account, and the right to tell me who she'll have sex with. It was part of our original agreement. She did not deceive me, go behind my back, or not be totally clear with me what she intended to do. No, I don't mind," I told him. "I love her."
He listened, nodded, and saw her again on three occasions. Each of those times I watched part of it. Every one began in the hot tub. It is sort of the aphrodisiac of domestic settings. If one of my friends made it to the hot tub, he was almost sure to make it into her pussy. That was a fact of life I could not and did not deny.
When we knew Jeremy was coming over that first time, we didn't talk about it all that day. I knew she preparing herself for him and it excited me a little to think about. I knew we would go to the hot tub and I expected her to seduce him and I pictured what they would do there in front of me. I expected her to kiss him. Figured she would Mount him, sitting facing him on his lap, his erection inside of her, his hands holding her up.
I figured they would kiss as they fucked, and I knew she would come loudly and with an energy that would be astounding. There would be no condom, but she had had her tubes tied so there would be no need. She didn't want children and I accepted that. I expected them to finish the night in bed and I figured I would probably spend the night in the guest room, which would become the routine over the years.
