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I met Dan about a year ago when he worked for my wife, Carlee. He was a bit odd, friendly to her I suppose but not so much to me. We'd met a few times in groups out for drinks but hadn't really interacted much. He would always hug my wife and they texted a fair amount. He has since moved on to another job. While they still text and talk here and there, I never thought she was remotely attracted to him. I can't say I disliked him; just thought he was a bit arrogant. He and Carlee were friends though, so I was always pleasant around him.
Some more about them; my wife, Carlee, is 36 and has long black hair, hazel eyes and she is a petite 5'2 and 110 lbs. She's Filipina. Her skin is exotic; smooth and dark. I want to kiss her all over whenever I see her naked. Firm 32 B breasts and medium sized nipples that get very hard! So much so she never goes braless, though she could get away with it. She usually wears a padded bra because her nipples often get quite hard. We have been married 9 years but never had children.
Dan is 42 years old, he's 5'9 200 lbs., not out of shape but he could stand to lose a few pounds. He's got short, brown hair with some grey streaks. Dan divorced a little over two years ago- since then, he has dated some but no serious girlfriend.
My wife and I have often talked about her being shared with other men. We fantasize, while making love, that I'm not her husband but a guy she took home from a night out with her girlfriends and her husband is watching us fuck from a discrete vantage point. It always ends with spectacular orgasms for both of us. So far, it had always been just fantasy. We'd been discussing it more and acting it out in more detail, but always struggled with who it would be with.
I never really thought of Dan and her hooking up until a few months ago, when we were out with another couple and Dan's name came up. Maria, the girl we were out with and who also worked for Carlee, commented on a rumor going around the office that he was well endowed. Surprisingly, my wife confirmed she had heard the same thing. It was a brief interaction, but apparently the rumor was that he has a rather large bulge, which had been seen by some of the girls in the department when he was there.
It was a month ago when Carlee mentioned that Dan had texted her, asking if we wanted to grab a drink. My mind went instantly to the conversation they'd had about him being well hung, so I jumped at the opportunity. Later that evening I brought it up, suggesting we go out with him. I asked if she thought about Dan as someone she would consider hooking up with. She was initially dismissive, but about an hour later she brought it up again. We discussed it some more and I told her to take him up on his offer and just see where it goes. She was okay with that and we moved to the bedroom, undressing on the way. Both of us had a special gleam in our eyes.
We set up a date to meet at a local brewery. Carlee and I got there early; we ordered a couple of beers and sat outside. When she saw Dan walking up the sidewalk toward us she waved him over. I stood and offered a firm handshake, then my wife embraced him in a friendly hug.
The conversation started out with the two of them catching up and talking mainly about work-related stuff. After we got a few beers into us, she got a little more flirty, for sure. The conversation moved from work to how his love life was going. Dan said he's had some dates but nothing long term. It was about nine pm by then and Carlee said, "Why don't you come see our new place and have another drink?"
My wife excused herself to visit the restroom while I paid the bill. Dan commented on how she was in rare form this evening. I just smiled and agreed.
We got back to the house and Carlee picked out a bottle of wine and showed it to us. I opened the bottle and got some glasses, pouring generously. I put some music on, soft jazz, as she and Dan talked comfortably. We toasted and began to sip on our wine. The two of them were acting like they were on a third date, and I smiled to myself watching as my wife gave him an occasional smile and a touch on his arm.
Carlee excused herself again and disappeared for about 15 mins. Dan and I talked about some recent trips he had taken. He recently went to an all-inclusive nudist resort near Palm Desert. He was entertaining me by telling me about spending a few days totally naked and around strangers, how the relaxed atmosphere encouraged some fluid relationships. It was something I'm not sure I could ever do, though he said he thought Carlee would like it.
Carlee returned wearing pajama pants and a dark blue t-shirt, but obviously no bra. Her engorged nipples stood out like eraser tips and she brought our conversation to a screeching halt. She stood and let us feast our eyes on her, a special smile and wink for our guest. When she finally spoke, asking if more wine was in order, it broke our spell and the both of us nodded in the affirmative. We talked some more as Carlee refilled our glasses, finishing off that bottle of wine.
I caught Dan glancing over at Carlee a few times and his attention seemed to focus on her amazing breasts with their permanently aroused nipples. During a lull in the conversation, he walked over to the wine cabinet and looked it over. He picked out another bottle, a pinot from Temecula. "How about his one?" he said. "I've actually been to this winery, but not sure I've had this one."
Carlee commented that she'd had enough, but I said I'd take a glass. He picked up a cork puller and said, "Shall we open it?"
"Sure," said Carlee, "but you'll have to do it, I can't use that thing."
"What?" Dan commented. "Come here, I'll show you how."
Carlee walked over and he handed her the bottle and stood behind her. Dan showed her how to work the cork puller and they giggled; I could see we were making progress. He had his arms around her waist as she was pulling the cork out.
"Why don't you two just kiss," I said joking.
They paused and looked at each other. "Sure," Dan said, "I'm willing."
Carlee turned and looked at him. Dan stared into her eyes and leaned forward, kissing her. The kiss lasted for several seconds, with his hands on her hips as her hands slid down, still holding the bottle. She broke away and smiled at him, then grabbed him and returned to the counter where I was sitting. Carlee poured some wine into our glasses. She winked at me, grabbed his hand again and led him toward the spare bedroom. Sitting there, a bit surprised at how quick that happened, I watched as they disappeared into the room.
