I've never considered myself a jealous person when it came to my wife. I guess I knew that we always had a strong relationship and that I was never afraid of anything coming between us.
I think I realized this at a Christmas party for her work. My wife Amy is, in my opinion, an absolute knock out. She's about 5'6" with dark brown hair and brown eyes, a fabulous athletic yet curvy figure with 36 C breasts and gorgeous legs. That night she was wearing a very elegant black dress and black strapped heels that really accentuated her legs. I would look at her in that dress and absolutely drool and I knew, so would the other guys in her office when they saw her at the party.
As we arrived, we made small talk with her co-workers, drank the free champagne and mingled around as seems to be the custom with every office party that has ever been held. I didn't know that many people from her office so I pretty much hung out by the buffet table snacking on cheese and crackers and watching Amy chit chat with her co-workers. I started to notice some of the looks Amy was getting from the other guys in the room. Nothing to outwardly obvious but I noticed how their eyes would move up and down her body as she passed by. Each of them taking a longer than normal look to make sure they didn't miss anything in that dress.
It surprised me that I was starting to get a little aroused by this. I enjoyed the fact that these guys were interested in Amy. That they were probably thinking naughty thoughts about her, maybe even picturing themselves having sex with her.
In the car after the party I asked Amy, "Have any of the guys from work ever made any suggestive comments or made a pass at you?"
She said, "Some of the guys make casual comments but it's all in fun."
"Have you ever considered sleeping with another man?"
"Chris, I would never do something like that," she explained, "you're the only man I need to be happy. Now take me home and get me out of this dress!"
We went home and I did exactly that.
I slipped her straps over her shoulders allowing her dress to fall to the floor revealing her perfect breasts and beautiful ass.
We did our usual dance of kissing, touching, rubbing, and getting ourselves worked into a frenzy. I have examined every inch of her body a thousand times and never get tired of how soft her skin feels, how warm she is under my touch and how wet she becomes right before she cums.
As we lay in bed after our romp, I turned to her and asked her, "Do you think you would have sex with another man in front of me…I mean…if you were doing it for me?"
She sat up in bed and looked at me, her expression very confused, "Now why would you ever want me to do that?" she said. "Why would you want to watch me with another man?"
I told her about how the guys at the party were looking at her, how I knew they were thinking about touching her body and having sex with her and how it had started to get me aroused.
"I think it's hot to know that other men find my wife attractive," I explained. "I know how turned on I get when I kiss you, touch you, lick you, and fuck you. I want to know whether other men feel the same way with you. I want to see their faces when you make them cum…I want to watch you react to their touch, see you move with their body when they are pushing inside you, and have you look at me when you cum from their touch."
Her confused look started to turn. I could tell that what I was telling her was getting to her. I could see her playing it over in her mind. I knew that she would either be completely disgusted by what I just suggested or she would consider doing it. All I could do was hold my breath and watch as the conflict raged in her mind.
After what seemed an eternity, Amy looked at me and said, "I'm not sure I understand why you want me to do this but you know I would do anything to make you happy. If you want to watch me with someone else and if you think that it will turn you on that much then I guess I'll do it"
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that not only had this become a fantasy of mine but Amy was actually thinking about going through with it.
"I do have two conditions though." She stated, "The first is that I get to pick the guy."
"Of course," I responded, "wouldn't want you to feel any more uncomfortable than it will already be. What is your other condition?"
She gave me a coy little smile and said, "I get to do whatever I want, however I want with this guy. You just have to sit there and watch. No interfering, no coaching, no requests, and no saying when we're done. Do you understand? You're just a fly on the wall, just a spectator."
I could tell that she had turned this thing around in her mind and come out naughty. She knew she was doing me a huge favor with this and she wanted not only to make the most out of her free opportunity but also to torture and torment me with it in the process.
I smiled back and said, "Whatever you wish my dear. Now, do you have someone in mind?"
The next few days were spent discussing who we might invite into our bed. We ruled out a lot of our friends because we didn't want the awkwardness of seeing them at a neighborhood barbecue or at the grocery store after having slept with Amy. We equally didn't want to pick up a random person in a bar. What if they were diseased or a psycho killer?
We finally decided to turn to the almighty internet for advice. We came upon a website that catered to people in the swinging lifestyle that featured personal ads for people looking to get together. We combed the profiles of all the men within a 15 mile radius looking at pictures and descriptions. There was everything from young 18 year old horny teen-agers to 60 year old grandfathers. After much examination and deliberation, Amy decided on a 30 year old blonde guy who looked very fit and I have to admit, very well endowed.
We crafted an email to him that stated that we were looking to involve another man to have sex with her while I watched, and would he be willing to talk about it and consider a meeting.
After a few days, we got an email back. It turned out that this guy's name was Chad. Chad was an investment banker and explained that his job was so straight and conservative that he wanted to try something a little different to shake things up a and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
I wrote him back telling him to meet us at a local club the following Friday night for drinks and to see if everyone clicked.
Well this was only Tuesday and I would be lying if I said I wasn't anxious for the big night. Amy had decided that there would be no sex for me before Friday and that the next time I touched her body it would be after Chad. (I told you she would torment me with this thing).
The days passed slowly and Friday finally came. I sat at work all day just looking at the clock, willing it to turn so that I could get home and see what delicious outfit Amy had decided on for the evening.
As I walked in the door, I could hear Amy rummaging around upstairs, obviously getting ready for our meeting with Chad. I ran up the stairs to see how she was progressing.
Amy had decided on a tight white tank top that had almost a stretchy silky feel (further research told me that it was Lycra and silk) that looked to be about a size too small. The top barely reached her waist so that when she moved around, it rose up to show just a hint of her flat stomach. The material absolutely cradled her perfect breasts stretching over every curve and just barely showing a hint of her nipples through her bra. She had also picked out a light pink skirt that was equally as stretchy and hung half way to her knees giving a very generous glimpse of her thighs and showed off her fabulous ass.
"Wow." was all I could say as I entered the room.
Amy gave me one of her famous sultry grins and said, "I decided to pick something form fitting yet easily removed just in case things got a little hot. And oh, by the way, I'm not wearing any panties…Ready to go?"
I was now completely erect and wanted nothing more than to throw Amy on the bed and have my way with her but of course, that was not an option. She was determined to make me suffer.
The ride to the club seemed to take forever but we finally pulled into the parking lot right at 9:00pm, time to see if Chad was waiting for us.
We entered the club and started scanning the bar. We spotted Chad sitting in a booth near the back a little out of the way of the growing bar crowd where we could sit and talk.
As we approached the booth, Chad noticed Amy and I recognized that same look of desire I had seen on all of Amy's coworkers at the party. The look that moves up and down her body and then pauses as the brain calculates all the possible sexual activities one would like to do to her.
I introduced myself and Amy. We shook hands all around and then slid into the booth with Amy between Chad and myself. After the waitress brought our drinks we chit chatted for awhile about work, weather, all the basic small talk you do to stall and then Amy switched the subject.
"So Chad," Amy asked, "I'm happy you showed up. Any second thoughts?"