I have been happily married for 12 years. I am 41 and she is 38. My wife is beautiful and the sex has always been great with her. The only problem was for some reason, just me having sex with my wife just wasn't enough. For some reason, I have always had this fantasy of watching her have sex with another man. Just the mere thought of this happening would give me a raging erection. Any time I masturbated, the only thing I would think about is her with another man.
Finally this fantasy got so strong, I decided to approach her with this and see how she reacted. I had always heard that any couple thinking about sharing partners had to be in a very strong marriage in order for it to work. I felt like we were in a strong marriage, and could talk to each other about anything. The only problem I was facing was how to approach her with this. Seriously, how does a man approach his beautiful wife of 12 years and tell her that he wants to watch her fuck another man?
So we went out one night like we do sometimes and had a few drinks. Once I had a little liquid courage in me, I decided to tell her about my fantasy. Granted I didn't just blurt it out, but I was pretty straightforward in telling her that I had this very strong urge for her to have sex with another man. Of course her reaction was as expected. Although she didn't seem too outraged by the notion, she definitely was shocked by what I had told her. She told me that she didn't see how watching her fuck another man would be a turn on. I told her that I can't describe it, but the feeling I get when I think about it is one that can't be compared to anything else that I have ever felt. The way my blood starts boiling and the overall feeling I get when I think about it is unreal. Of course I was getting an erection as I was telling her about this. She asked me if I had cheated on her and this is my way of getting rid of the guilt. I completely understand why someone would think that, but I told her that this has nothing to do with me wanting any other woman. I told her that she is the only woman that I want. We decided to call it a night. When we got home, there seemed to be some sexual tension in the air, so we went to the bedroom and had some amazing sex.
A few weeks went by, but nothing was said about our conversation. We were both slightly intoxicated that night, so I was wondering if it ever sank in. All of a sudden one evening, she told me that although she really doesn't really understand why a man would want to see another man fuck his own wife, she would do it if it was really what I wanted. I told her I definitely wanted it to happen. She told me that she had a couple of rules that she wanted to get straight before we continued with this. First of all, she told me that it could not be with anyone either one of us knows. She said she felt it would create too weird of a situation socially. This was fine with me. I figured unless she had someone specific in mind, I never thought it would be with any of the people we personally know. She also said that she didn't feel comfortable with me watching her, and didn't think she would be able to go through with it if I was just sitting right there staring at her. Although I was a little disappointed by this, I definitely understood. I man really, who wants to be watched like that regardless of what they are doing?
A few days had passed, and I heard about a convention that would be in town over the weekend. I figured this might be a good opportunity for her to meet someone. I figured any convention worth its name is going to have horny guys around the local bars looking to hook up. When I got home, I told my wife about the convention, and she thought it was a good idea. I told her I had an idea about the fact that she didn't want me to watch. I told her I understood where she was coming from, but it seemed to be a big part of this fantasy. I asked her if she would be ok with us renting adjoining rooms at a nice downtown hotel and leave the adjoining doors open while she was in the other room with the man. I told her that I would just stay in the other room, and at least I could hear them. I assured her that she wouldn't ever know I'm there. After a short pause, she agreed. We agreed that after she was done, I would join her in her room and the other guy could clean up in the adjoining room.
My wife and I were able to reserve adjoining rooms at a nice hotel downtown. We decided we were going to get ready there. As usual, I got ready fairly quickly and was just waiting for my wife to get ready. After a while, I heard her come out. My God she looked gorgeous! She had a black dress with black stockings and some heels that were to die for. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She didn't say so, but I could tell she put on a little extra makeup to give her just a little added sex appeal. (Not that she needed it!) I always knew she was gorgeous, but I don't think I have seen her look this sexy in a long time. I wanted to throw her on the bed right then and start fucking her, but I knew we were there for another reason.
She went downstairs to the crowded bar alone. I waited about 30 minutes and then headed down there myself to see what was happening. Since the bar was very crowded, it took me a while to find her. When I finally saw her, I noticed she was talking to a very tall black guy. My heart started pounding. I could feel my blood start boiling just from seeing her flirting with this guy. We had never talked about what type of man she was going to try to find, but it looks like she hit the jackpot. This guy had to be 6'5, was bald, and man was he built. I grabbed a drink and found an open barstool.
After a while, I could really tell she was having a good time. There were a few other guys around my wife too, but I assumed they were just this guy's friends and were keeping their distance. She was flirting hard with this guy. Every time I looked up, she was giggling and seemed to really be enjoying this guy's company. She even flicked her hair a few times, which is the same flirty move that she did the first time we were together. I don't know how many drinks she had, but I figured she must have had a pretty strong buzz going. By this time, they were sitting close. He had his hand on her knee, just barely below the edge of her dress. Their conversation seemed to be getting serious and then it happened! He slowly moved toward her and whispered something in her ear. As he moved toward her, he slid his hand up her silky stocking and kept it there as he was whispering to her. When he stopped talking, they both starred at each other. A few seconds later, she picked up her phone and started texting me. She said that they are heading back to the room. She said that she had told him about us and that I would be in the adjoining room. Apparently he was ok with it. So I watched them walk away. The sight of my beautiful wife walking away arm in arm with this stud is one that I will never forget.
I waited for a couple of minutes and headed back to my room. When I got there, my wife was in the bathroom. When she came out, I immediately saw that she had reapplied her makeup and replaced her hot dress with a pink babydoll that barely covered the tip of her black thigh highs. She looked as gorgeous as she ever had. She slowly walked by me, told me she loved me, and walked through the adjoining doors into the other room.