***** The Next Morning *****
The next morning, I woke up alone in bed. I rose to the smell of fresh coffee. Rolling over, I see my wife standing naked before me holding a tray. “I brought you some coffee and rolls.” she said. “I thought you might be hungry.” The light entering the window behind her outlines her body making a visible aura about her. Her hour-glass shaped body a shadowy silhouette, her beautiful lower lips glowed. I adjust the pillows behind me to sit up and take my coffee. “Should we talk about last night?”
“Um, of course,“ she replied with a grin. “But where do we start?”
“Well, I know I sprung that on you. We probably should have talked first, huh?"
She laughed and blushed before starting, “Yes! We should have, but I trust you. I’m surprised you called him though. Honestly, he was the last person I thought it would be. I mean, the last time we saw him was almost two years ago. What made you think of him?”
“Because when we met, I knew that not only did he want you, but you there was also some sexual energy between the two of you.” I sipped my coffee then continued, “Men hit on you all the time. Some of them go unnoticed by you while some are just a momentary flirt-fest. You reacted different to him and that turned me on. I’ve been thinking about it since.”
“You’ve been imagining me sleep with other men? I didn’t think I had sex with him last night… did I?”
“No,” I responded. “He and I talked last week then we met up an hour before I called you. He was aware of the fact that it would be our first time. I explained to him that you had not been with another man other than me in the past ten years.”
We sat quietly sipping our coffee in thought. She lit a cigarette and gazed off into the bright light of the open window. I got the feeling she was still trying to absorb everything. I remained still and quiet, watching her carefully. Even though I feel as if she enjoyed herself last night, I’m still uncertain. After several minutes, she turned to me and said, “And?”
“Well...” I continued. “...I told him that I wasn’t sure how I would react to this. I asked if it were possible for him to go this time without ’penetration’. He was very cool about everything and was more than happy to do this. Are you happy we did this?”
She smiled and said, “Yes. I am. What now?”
“I want to watch as he fucks you.”
Her mouth dropped open and she blinked several times. “Are you serious?” she said with a stunned tone in her voice.
“Yes. You were so turned on last night and that turned me on so fuckin’ much. Seeing the ecstasy on your face; knowing you wanted more and could take more was driving me nuts. I wanted to bring this up last night but I didn’t feel like ‘the heat of things’ was the right moment to discuss taking this farther.”
She laughed and replied, “You are so very right. Especially since we didn’t talk about this to begin with.”
“Would you like to do him?” I asked with caution.
“Are you saying you’d enjoy that?” she replied.
“Yes. I would.,” I said. I feel an erection coming on.
“When did he leave?”
“Last night soon after you feel asleep.” I answered.
“Did he go home?”
“No. He got a room in town.”
“Should we invite him over for ‘breakfast’?” she inquired, with a wink.
“Yes. I think you should but first…” I pulled the sheet back exposing my erection. “Could we…?” My wife put her coffee mug on the dresser then climbed onto the bed. I remained in my seated position and allow her to take control. I watched as she licked the tips of her fingers. Her hand then slowly made it way down; her fingers disappearing for a moment. Her hand guides me inside then she lowers herself onto me. I reach out to pull her close; her breasts in my face, my arms wrapped completely around her tiny frame. She began to rock slowly. I whispered in her ear, “Would you like for me to watch you do this with someone else?” Her muscles took a tighter grasp of my morning wood. The thought of watching her in this way was making me crazy. Dreams I had during the night flashed before my eyes; pictures embedded into my brain watching her react to someone else…..
It was all too much to take. I placed my hands under her; using her butt cheeks as leverage, I began forcing her up and down my stiff dick. Her hands gripped my shoulders. Her nails digging in as she moaned and screamed. I could feel I was getting to ‘that point’ so I began to slow down the pace. I reached beside the bed for the phone and dialed eleven digits. “Who are you calling now?” she asked between gasps. I responded by placing the phone at her ear. I heard the phone ring once, then twice. I started moving my hips beneath her again. On the third ring, a male voice answered. I could her a muffled ‘hello’ on the other end. “Uh. Stan?” she said to the mouth piece while trying to control her breathing.
“Yes! Good morning!” he said in an upbeat voice.
“Could we interest you in some breakfast?”
“Sure! When?” he shouted back.