From our very first encounter as teens, my wife and I had tried just about every thing we could think of to arouse and then satisfy each other. We had reached the point where we could think of a lot of things some might call perverted. We did a lot of "oral" sex—oral in the sense that we verbally coached each other into the wildest sexual activity the two of us could think of. We talked about doing all kinds of sex with others both singly and together. However, we had never really followed through on anything like that...yet! My wife wasn't bashful; however, sometimes she just couldn't seem to get things underway. So, in one sense, I was ready to set her up for some different kinds of sexual activities.
One trip started when she attended a nursing conference. Jane, the head of the association, was a large, domineering woman who obviously was "out". She didn't hesitate at all to tell people that she liked other women...a lot! After the evening sessions, a group of the nurses usually wound up in her hotel suite, sitting around in panties and bras and drinking until most of them collapsed or fell asleep.
On one occasion, my wife called to tell me that she had had too much to drink to drive home and would it be alright if she stayed at the hotel. She didn't have a room reserved, but Jane said she could stay with her. Jane got on the phone and drunkenly said she'd take good care of my wife: that she could sleep in "...my big hairy crack." I was startled but also turned on by the idea of my sweet, gentle, tender little wife getting ravished by this big dyke.
I told Jane that I was sure my wife would have a lot of fun and that she'd been talking about how much she liked Jane...really liked her. My wife got back on the phone and I told her that I certainly didn't want her driving when she'd been drinking and she'd better stay there. She said, "But I don't have any night clothes!" So, I told her it would be all right if she slept in the nude. After all, they were all nurses. I didn't tell her that I was eager to find out if she made out with Jane or any of the other "ladies".
I sat around the rest of the evening alternating between feeling guilty for setting my wife up with a big dyke and getting a big hard on thinking about my wife making out with another woman. The latter won. I slipped off my shorts and lay in bed stroking my cock until I came all over myself. Now, I couldn't wait until my wife got home and filled in all the details of her evening.
Her conference went on all the next day and I was getting more and more eager to find out what had taken place. When she got home that afternoon, she didn't say anything and apparently didn't want to discuss it, which only made me imagine that a lot had happened. It wasn't until we were naked in bed that night that I directly asked her to tell me all about her evening. She started out tentatively; admitting that she had Jane had been "intimate". Although we had had shared fantasies about sessions like that before, she seemed concerned about what reaction I might to the fact that she actually had done something.
