Like many other men, I had long entertained the idea of watching my wife being taken by another man. I probably got the idea from a swingerâs magazine. We had never been involved in any sexual activity outside of our marriage and although I had mentioned my fantasy to my wife, she had always been consistent in her response, which was negative. We were both 26 years old at the time and had been married for about six years. My wife, Barbra, had been somewhat overweight in her teen years but had worked hard to lose the excess weight and had maintained her figure through two pregnancies. She had medium length blonde hair, weighed about 112 pounds with very pert 32 inch breasts and was 5 feet tall. Her nipples were about the size of half dollars and with a little attention would erect to about 3/4 of an inch. Her body was very firm with an ass that was pure heaven. Whenever we went to our favorite watering hole she often received a lot of attention from our male friends, both married and single. That was where we met Bill, a fellow who worked with her brother. Bill was about 6 feet 2 inches tall with a slender frame and was quite good looking. He was reputedly a real good âloverâ and seducer of women. Whenever we went to our favorite club, which was just about every Friday night, he would usually be there. Over a period of months we became very friendly. Bill always made it a point to spend time with my wife and have a few dances with her. He was always a gentleman and it was probably this that attracted Barbara to him.
We occasionally held parties in our finished basement and we always invited Bill. It was after one of these parties that my wife told me that âHe could put his shoes under my bed anytimeâ. I know that she had consumed a fair amount of drinks that night but was still surprised to hear my usually modest and private wife make a statement like that. Needless to say, it got me thinking about how I could make my fantasy become reality.
About 2 months passed and we decided to have another party on the Independence day weekend. We had about 30 people and the liquor flowed freely. Bill and Barbra spent quite a bit of time together and he held her tightly when they danced. In the dim light I watched as he lowered his head whispered something to hear. She immediately raised her head and they became locked in a kiss. I became both jealous and excited at the same time. I knew then that he had found her receptive to his attention and was going to see how far she would let him go. At a later point I lost sight of them for a few minutes and then saw them return from the unfinished part of the basement. I knew that they didnât have time to do much but I was positive that they did something.
The party started to wind down at about 2 a.m. and finally there were just the 3 of us. Surprisingly Bill thanked us and said that he would be on his way. Barbra went upstairs to the bathroom leaving Bill and myself alone. I took the opportunity to ask Bill if he would like to see if we could talk Barbra into a game of strip poker. I knew what his answer would be. At that point I went upstairs and met my wife as she exited the bathroom. I put my arms around her and asked her if she would like to be adventurous and play strip poker with Bill and I. She pondered my question for a moment and then said âwhy not!â.