Sexual Bucet List

There are two things I like to do more than anything else. I like to write, and I like to fuck, but I like to write about fucking most of all. I first realized that back in college when I made a list of what I would like to do sexually. I didn't even know then it was called a bucket list, but I just wrote a list of things I thought sounded fun. Then I started checking things off the list. I was with a pro at eighteen, acted in a porn film when I was twenty-one, and coveted the neighbor's wife successfully when I was twenty-two, and was with two women at one time right before my twenty second birthday. I also realized I am a watcher. I love to watch good fucking: porn, live sex shows, even my wife being fucked.

After I was married, I started writing stories about what I had done on the list. We had Sunday morning sex one weekend and that afternoon I sat down and wrote about our morning fuck. It was crazy, but I liked doing that as much as actually penetrating my wife. Excitedly, I told my wife about the story as she cuddled close that night and she asked for details.

"As I wrote about what we did, I got hard and came," I said excitedly. "I even wrote about what we didn't do," I said. She asked what I meant by that and I told her I had written about things I thought she'd like to do.

"Like what?" she asked.

"Like fucking Tom, Dick, and Harry," I said.

"Oh my," she said. "Did I like it?"

"You loved it, in my story," I said. "I think you would in real life, too."

"Did they make me come?" she asked with a gleam in her eye.

"Oh yes," I said. "Many times."

"Lovely," she said.

"Do you want to read it?" I asked.

"Oh yes, please," she said. "Where they big?"

"As big as you want them to be," I answered with a grin, "they're imaginary."

"Oh my," she said again. "It sounds exciting. Read it to me," she said.

"Okay," I said and began to read: I asked my wife what she wanted to do one afternoon and she looked up at me and smiled. "I would like to fuck a stranger," she said. "I'd like to feel a new dick inside me," she said with another smile.

"Okay," I said. "Let's find one you like."

"Okay," she said. "Where should we look?"

"At the library," I said, taking her by the hand.

At the library we walked around the stacks, through the tables, and up and down the aisles. "Did you see anyone?" I asked.

"More than one," she said. "I see three. Him, him, and him," she said, pointing out her choices. We asked each guy to follow us out to the parking lot, then we explained our idea. Each man looked somewhat embarrassed, but interested.

"Where?" one of them asked. We told him we had a room rented and we would drive them there.

"Okay," said number one.

"Sure," said number two.

"Sounds good," said number three.

We all got in our car and drove to the Marriott. I got the key from the front desk and the people at the registration watched the five of us walk towards the room. They looked at us suspiciously, wondering what kind of sexual shenanigans were going to be happening in room 79.

Inside I had them draw lots and they took their number with casual acceptance of the order. Tom went first, then Dick, then Harry. It wasn't their names, but I changed them, poetic license, you know. Tom did her missionary. Dick took her on her knees, from behind, and Harry let her do Cowgirl, her favorite, although I could see she really liked each one. Harry was the longest. Tom was the thickest, and Dick was pretty normal. She liked them all.

Tom pounded into her from between her legs, pushing his cock deep and she matched every one of his thrusts. Dick knelt behind her and rapidly pushed into her pussy from the back, rocking her body with each push forward. Harry stretched out beneath her and let her bounce over him until she came with a shout and a long moan that lasted over a minute.

She kissed each at the door and thanked each one, squeezing their balls in her hand playfully before they left. "I liked that," she said as she kissed me her thanks.

I ended the story and closed my notebook. "I really liked that story of them fucking me," my wife said after I finished reading.

"I wrote another one," I said. "It's about you flashing your pussy to unsuspecting fans, voyeurs who get off being shown a bare pussy." She smiled. "I thought you'd like it," I said.

"You know me too well," she said.

"You like to show it off," I said.

"You're right," she said, "although I never really have."

"Except in those teasingly short skirts you like to wear," I said. "And you often go without panties, right?" She nodded and smiled.

"In your story, do I show it to unsuspecting men?"

"Yes. You make them happy," I said. "You give them a treat that keeps on giving, and you give them something they can keep remembering and jacking off to for years."

"You think they would do that?" she asked. "Would they jack off?"

"I know they would," I replied. "You would give them years of pleasure. They would remember your pussy until they could not remember who they were. You would be stuck in their imaginations forever."

"You would like to see me show it off?" she asked.

"I would love it," I said. "I would jack off to it for years myself. I would love it when men got to see your pussy and lust after you," I said. "I can see them with their cocks in their hands and thinking about my wife. It thrills me to think about," I said. "You do have a beautiful pussy, my dear. It is so lovely, I want others to be able to admire it, to jack off to visions of it, to imagine fucking it to their heart's content.

"I think you like having other men dream of your pussy, envisioning their dick in you, picturing it with their tongue reaching between your labia. Am I right?" I asked.

"I cannot deny it," she said. "I do like the idea of other men wanting to fuck me. Could you handle that?"

"Other men fucking you? Of course. That's why I write about it. I love to imagine it. I picture a big cock sliding into you and I visualize your pussy opening up, being pushed open by a big cock, or at least a hard one, and I get hard myself thinking about that," I said, "picturing it in my mind. I love fucking you, but I love thinking about you being fucked and loving it. That is why I write about it."

"What if it really happened?" she asked.

"I would love it," I said. "I would love to watch, like I watch football. I am a 'watcher.' I could focus on your nakedness, which I can't do when we're making love. I could admire your sweet pussy being fucked and opened up by a hard, thick cock. I would love to be able to watch one disappear into you, pushing your pussy lips aside and sliding in."

"So, I would be doing you a favor to fuck someone?" she said.

"That's what I'm saying," I said. "I also wrote a story about you with another woman, eating pussy like an Olympic champ. Could you see yourself doing that?" I asked.

"I have thought of that," she said. "I have been curious."

"But you never have done it?" I asked.

She shook her head. "But I have brought myself off with thoughts of doing that," she confessed. "I have wondered what a pussy would taste like. Would you like to watch me eat pussy?" she asked me directly.

"More than I can even say," I said. "I think I would rather watch you eat pussy than even see you being fucked. I guess it is most men's fantasy," I said, "to see two women together making love. Girl-on-girl is the ultimate. I love lesbian porn, and I would love to see you eat pussy," I said. "If you would like to, just say the word. I am ready anytime."

I kissed her. "In my story you ate Janis," I said.

"My sister?"

"I imagined the two of you sharing a bed and sleeping naked, experimenting, liking it," I said. "You never did?"

"I thought about it," she admitted, "but Janis is pretty religious. I am not sure she could ever do that. I think she thinks sex is a sin, unless you are making a baby. Sometimes I look at other women and I wonder," she said, "how they would taste."

"If it happened, would you like it, do you think?" I asked.

"Well, I have wondered," she said.

"Carol is pretty hot, don't you think?" I said, mentioning one of her hottest friends.

"Yes, Carol makes my pussy wet," she confessed, blushing as she told me.

"In my story you were with Carol," I said.

"I would like to hear it. Would you read it to me?" she asked.

I got my notebook and turned to the story. "This is one of my favorites," I said.

"I'd love to hear it," she said.

"In my story I called Carol Julia," I said.

I began to read: They were friends, but I think both of them wanted to be more than that. Each one was nervous, and each one was thinking the same thing. Each woman wanted to taste the other one. Each woman wanted to lift the dress of her friend and lick her panties, then rip them off and bury her face in the other woman's muff. Both women were hungry for the other one, but neither was sure of her friend's interest in girl-on-girl action.

Each wondered if her friend ever had the same thoughts. Each one had wet panties and both were dying to find out what another woman tasted like. They both had had men, but each of them had fantasies about being with other women.

One of the women was my wife. The other was her friend from work. They had spent two week days and the weekend at a conference together, sharing a room, because the others from work were all guys, and that would not work for a woman to share a room with a married man, but no one realized it would also be as hard for these two women. There was one bed, and they were both women, so it should not be a problem, but it was.

One bed, two women who were bi curious, and a smoldering fire raging between them. It potentially could start a forest fire in the hotel room and each feared it but yearned for it to happen, even though neither one of them knew how the other felt. My wife had been bi curious since college, but had restrained herself with roommates, friends, even sisters, and had married me without ever realizing her dream of stretching out between the thighs of another person with two X chromosomes.

She had simply wondered and secretly hoped one day it would happen, like in a hotel room with a friend who had the same inclinations, the same desires and curiosities. The two women went to dinner, sat on the terrace afterwards and talked, then went to bed and read.

My wife wore a flimsy nightgown and Julia wore nothing. That was kind of gutsy for a woman who had never had any real experience with same-sex love making, but I think she had decided to push the envelope and take a chance. I suspect she detected something in my wife that gave her hope.

My wife said they read for only a short time but then started to casually chat, talking about family, books they'd liked, and finally, not able to avoid the elephant in bed with them, sex. They skittered around the real issue, joking about marital sex and mentioning times that they had told their husbands that they had a headache to avoid dull sex. Then one of the women got brave and brought up passed sexual experiences.

My wife timidly confessed she had been attracted to other "hot" women. Julia acknowledged she had too and the ice had been broken. They began to talk quieter, more husky and aroused, then they brushed against each other and my wife suddenly took Julia's face in her hands and kissed her. The dam crumbled and the flood began.

Julia returned the kiss and took my wife into her arms. Claire said they kissed for maybe ten minutes, then they just melted together into a ball of hot female flesh. My wife slipped her knee up between Julia's legs and pushed against the other woman's mound, a move I had done many times.

Julia reached down and cupped her palm under my wife's pussy and curled a finger up into her. Claire's hands went to Julia's breasts and she held them gently, messaging each nipple with a thumb, kissing each tit and licking the teat. Then the women moved involuntarily into a sixty-nine position and placed their mouths against the other woman's sex. Claire put her lips over Julia's pussy petals and her friend did the same. Each of them reached far into their lover's softness and tasted for the first time the flavor of another woman. Claire began to wiggle her tongue, also pushing it in and out and sucking gently on her friend's clit as she did. They say no one knows how to eat pussy better than another woman and my wife told me she is convinced that is absolutely true.

The two of them continued that way, getting bolder as the evening went on. They began to hump each other's face and moan and roll around as the pleasure got more intense. Both women were really getting into eating pussy, finding it may be the best sex either had ever had. It was a little intimating to hear that, but I tried not to take it personally, since it was something I knew my wife was looking forward to for much of her life.

When each had come, and both of them were exhausted, stretched out on the bed, they slept and later awoke to another round of making out and sucking on one another's tongue. Each day of the conference they ended with a pussy eating session and passionate kissing and fondling.

When Claire got home from the conference, it was clear something very pleasant had happened. She absolutely radiated when she walked in. Her smile said, "I have just had the best sex of my life."

I didn't have to ask how the conference went, it showed on her face, and I knew she was sharing a room with Julia. Unless the two of them had been fucked thoroughly by guys at the event, I knew she had had her first taste of pussy.

The hot sexy weekend she'd had was verified when my wife went to bed at six and was asleep by six fifteen. I watched her sleep for a few minutes then closed the door and hoped she would tell me about her weekend the next morning. I went down stairs and turned on the television and watched the Lakers. What a fine few days she'd obviously had.

When I stopped reading my story, I looked up and Claire was smiling as broad as a billboard, and she walked up and kissed me. "I loved it," she said. "That's just how I dreamed it. I have even fantasized I was there with Carol," she said, "just like you wrote."

After I had read my oral sex story to Claire, I asked if the other story about her with Tom, Dick, and Harry interested her. "In other words, would you like that to happen in real life?"

Without having to even think about it, she nodded. I immediately began planning her orgy. I decide to go with one guy rather than three. I went through guys we know, guys I know she is attracted to. I settled on two, deciding to pick between them. I knew they were both horny for her, so it would not be a problem to get either one of them to agree to make love to my wife.

They were Jake and Paul. Jake was six four and as handsome as George Clooney. Paul was more athletic and just six feet tall. Jake had what my wife called bedroom eyes, and Paul was what she called pure sex appeal. I ended up picking Paul simply because he lived closer. His logistics were better.

Paul had always flirted rather openly with my wife and I knew he lusted after her, most men do. She is, simply, one hot mama. If you are around her you're thinking sex, and if you are female you are probably also considering sexual matters, even for the first time. I must admit, she simply oozes sex appeal.

She has kept my life carnal, interesting, and full of promise. I just need a way to pay her back, and I thought I had come up with the perfect way. To give her some time with a sexy hunk only does part of it, but it is a start. I have written so many sexy stories about her I lose track of what has happened and what has not.

I was so eager for it to finally happen and get to see it that I was constantly so excited I could hardly wait for the day to come. I had imagined it, wrote stories about it, but now I was going to be able to see it right in front of my eyes and savor the sight of my wife being entered by a cock that wasn't mine and that was longer than the very normal six inches I was given.

I knew she was looking forward to it and was as excited about her day with Paul as I was, and I also knew that he was as horny as a sailor on leave to be with Claire for an afternoon of sex. Giving your wife to another man I figured is an adventure most men don't experience, but it is a opportunity I think more should take. To see her excitement, her enthusiasm was incredible.

Letting go of the possessiveness frees you to accept her as a sexual being who has real needs and desires you may not be able to accommodate. It is like a meal you cannot provide in your own kitchen, but that a fine chef can provide. It is a trip to France that broadens her, gives her more than she can get at home.

Before I started writing my stories, I did some reading about sexual needs and desires and activities, and I learned that sex could provide a vast range of personal necessities that a limited experience can't achieve. I became aware of different approaches and attitudes that can enhance one's life and expand their perspective and appreciation of sexual experience. I learned of groups who openly share wives and allow sex to be a recreation and not a limiting pursuit. I read of multiple marriages, polyamorous relationships, the success and failure rates, and found amazingly that they succeeded at a bit higher percentage than traditional unions. I was surprised that many men, far more than I realized, like me, shared their spouse, or wanted to, with other men or women.

It amazed me how many wives these days have bisexual relationships or desire one. I thought at first that my wife was unusual, but I found that more wives than we realize had or wanted to have girl-on-girl experiences. It is not uncommon today for women to have had same sex experiences, experts tell us. It is also common for couples today to open up their marriages and include other people in their sex lives.

My wife and I were not that unusual we found, and my stories were not as extreme as we had thought. When I promised her an evening with Paul, we didn't realize how common that was in our generation.

Paul called me the day before. "Are we still on?" he asked.

"Absolutely," I said. "She is as excited as a kid at Christmas."

"I was afraid you'd change your mind," he said. "I went on a swingers' website," he told me, "and I guess there are quite a few swingers in our area. You guys ever been to a swingers' event?"

I told him we never had, then I told him about my stories. "I'd like to read those," he said. "Erotic literature is my favorite reading. Done any lesbian stories?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact, my last one was about my wife and a friend of hers," I told him. "She wants to do another woman," I said. "She will start with you, then she'll do a woman if we can interest one in coming to her bed."

"If what I hear is true," he said, "you won't have trouble finding one. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow night," he said. It was if we were talking about a company picnic. He was coming to fuck my wife, but we were talking about it like weather. He would be there to fuck her while I watched and it was like he was coming over for a backyard barbecue. I was about as excited as I had ever been for anything, ever.

When he pulled up, she looked out the window and her smile was from ear to ear. "Excited?" I asked. She just nodded. She went into the bedroom and took off her clothes. "Send him in," she said with a grin as she left.

I let him in and we shook hands like two men about to play pool.

Reading my stories to her was fun, talking to her about wanting to be with Carol was really exciting, but sending a man to fuck your wife while you watch is the ultimate. The only that could top that would be watching her eat pussy, which I hoped to do someday.