For years, my wife Tanya and I had enjoyed a good sex life. She was open to verbal fantasies during sex in which we talked about including others in all kinds of ways. I had recently begun using more lurid and group oriented material and found that she became quite aroused. We always stopped short of asking the real question once sex was over. This was the question I was really interested in.
I had always had strong fantasies about Tanya being involved with other men. They weren't people we knew -- that would be too threatening -- but rather, others we had contacted through various means, ones who drifted in and out of our lives. Tanya was a beautiful woman with a firm body and I longed to see other men taking advantage of her assets, but I knew damn well that she wouldn't have a bar of it in real life.
Sex with Tanya wasn't quite enough to sustain me all the time, so now and then I headed off secretly to favourite brothels for additional recreation. It was rare to run into any of the other clientele, but on one occasion when the girls were all busy, I found myself in a waiting area with another guy. He was the sort of character that most working girls would privately cringe at having to service. Old, fat and full of self-importance, he was not shy of a conversation under any circumstances.
Merv (for that was his name) told me that he came here often, though the girls weren't as good as the old place he used to inhabit and which had to close suddenly. He was divorced, had loads of money and was heavily into internet porn, love dolls and anything associated with sex. He was on a number of sex/dating sites but so far had had little luck. He had a big place on acreage about 20 minutes away. He finally got around to asking about me.
"So how long you here for today?" he said.
"Depends," I replied. "On who I get."
"Good point. Got a missus somewhere?" he asked.
"Yeah, she's at home." I said, pulling a photo from my wallet. Actually I was quite keen on making him jealous. The photo of Tanya was a stunner.
"You are kidding mate! This is your wife and you're hanging out in a place like this?" he said incredulously. "If I were you, I'd be home in bed with her."
I felt a twinge in my groin and then, the words form in my mouth.
"I'd like to see that." I said
Merv looked at me for a moment and realised that I might be serious. Then he said. "Mate, I'd pay big money to get into bed with a woman like yours. Never mind the bitches here."
"I'm not asking for money, Merv." I said.
I went on to explain my fantasy about Tanya being in bed with other men. Merv was sitting up straight and I could see he was wrapped up in the idea.
"Are you serious about it mate?" he asked when I had finished.
"Deadly serious. There's one problem though." I ventured. "Tanya will probably be difficult to talk around. I mean, it's one thing to talk dirty during sex. It's quite another to act out those fantasies, if you see what I mean."
"Yeah, I do," he said, still in a bit of a trance. "But there must be ways of bringing her round, don't you think?"
"I hope so," I replied. I pulled another photo from the back of my wallet, a shot of Tanya in the nude. "This is what's on offer if we can make it happen."
"Fuck mate!" he said, almost gasping as he took the snap. "Oh, look, I'll do anything to get in. We can make a plan. I'll think of something."
"How much do you want to fuck that pussy?" I said, upping the sexual tension a little.
"Oh mate, anything! That's what I'll do. Ooh, she's got nice tits too." Merv was almost ready to cream his pants.
"How about we clear outta here and discuss this seriously?" I said.
"Fine by me." he said, grabbing a jacket.
Merv drove out to his house and I followed in my car. His house was a big hacienda-style rancher on acreage. Inside was overdone in fancy Italian furniture and chandeliers. Since his divorce, Merv had lived by himself and, judging by the IT setup and roomfuls of love dolls, he had given himself over completely to sexual fantasies and porn . Merv's mates had shared some of these adventures with him, as beer and porn nights were pretty much a regular occurrence. Judging by some of the photos he showed me, they were a wild bunch of oldies that didn't need much encouragement.
"Do you think your mates would be interested in some pussy?" I said, knowing the answer.
"Bloody oath they would!" he said. "They're probably a bit tired of rooting these dolls."
We spent the next hour discussing ways that we could bring my idea to fruition. There was very little way that Tanya was going to open her legs to Merv and his mates sober, so we pursued ideas down the drink and drugs avenue. No surprises that Merv actually did have a cabinet full of drugs, with sedatives and the like being in plentiful supply.
"What we want is Tanya to be quite tipsy and very relaxed." I said.
"Sure. And then we can get our gear off and hop in the spa. Perfect excuse, hey?" Merv replied.
The house was a rectangle with a private open central courtyard. A sunken spa sat in the middle of artificial turf and a barbeque area.
"I think that's the best idea. Once everyone is nude, then one thing might lead to another." I said.
"I bloody hope so. I'm horny as hell thinking about it." he said.
"Do you mind if I ask how big your cock is and whether you're circumcised?" I asked.
"Not at all" Merv said, pulling down his shorts to reveal a decent-sized cock with a big mushroom head, the biggest head I had ever seen on a dick before.
"Imagine Tanya's lips working their way over that head. How would you feel about that?" I asked.
"Fuck - I want her. Now. Right now!" he panted.
