Months had passed. I had been toying with the idea of sharing my wife in a threesome and had been shot down many times, but she had finally agreed to it. This was back on Halloween; we were both drunk, fresh out of stamina, and lying in bed. I told her how hot it was watching her dance with other guys and how bad I wanted to share her which led to her revealing a revelation: She didn't want a threesome, she wanted to be watched...by me.
Slightly taken aback, I realized this was an even hotter idea. Granted, I would love a threesome but this coming from my shy wife took me by complete surprise and became a focus of many a shower. It is now January. Three months have passed and the fantasizing, dirty pictures, and flirting has returned to business-as-usual. This happens with kids but I refuse to accept it has to be the rule. We were traveling, the end of the year stuff had us both stressed, and we were in the middle of an eight hour drive home.
There wasn't much talking as we were both tired and about 4 hours in we began chatting. We talked about the trip, our crazy families, future babysitter plans, and eventually I randomly asked if she was still interested in the extracurricular activities. This lead to a fun conversation where we eventually decided our best bet for clean fun with a safe stranger would be to search online.
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We arrived home and unpacked. It was already 2am so we both showered and went to bed. The next day, I put our talk into action. She had given me the go ahead if I wished to make a posting. I woke up, got the baby situated and distracted with her toys, and popped open my laptop.
As I logged in, I came to the sudden realization I was clueless how to proceed. I surfed around for a while and eventually decided I would need to make an anonymous email. I pulled up Gmail and went through the steps, eventually creating the email ValkyrieHunter. I then got on Craigslist and looked at some of the ads for inspiration. With bated breath, I found the link to post:
[Married Athletic Couple Seeking Fit Male
Howdy, my wife and I have decided to try a new adventure. We are both 30, professional, educated, and in excellent shape. We are seeking similar to play with my wife while I watch.
You must be reasonably close to our age, muscular (at least 170 lbs), well endowed (6-8 inches), and be clean. You will be corresponding with me before I pass along to her for approval.
Messages lacking substance or a dick picture without a body picture will be deleted. If you seem intelligent and respectful I will respond and we will exchange pics later.]
Satisfied, I clicked 'submit'. I forwarded the email and login information to my wife and submitted the ad. We had agreed that I would make the post and screen potential suiters. If I found them meeting the criteria and thought they had a respectful and laid back personality, I would pass along to her.
Within 2 hours, I had around 50 replies. Of those 50, 40 were immediately deleted due to lack of substance (one liner and/or a dick pic and/or asking for pics of her). Of the 10 left, I sent an initial email and eventually narrowed it down to five. I sent them to her and she picked three she may be interested in.
I began chatting with the three. They were informed we weren't looking for today, or tomorrow, or this week and that it may take a bit to coordinate schedules. Their acquiescence to the initial stipulation meant continued conversation (we didn't want pushy or clingy people for obvious reasons). They were all amenable to the long game.
The first guy, Steve Bowen, was a 24 year old Master's student at the local University. He was 6'0", 180 lbs and seemed to be fairly toned. The second guy, Eric Campbell, worked with one of the local advertising companies and was 36. He was about my height (5'7") and 190 lbs. He didn't look to be my same beefy build but rather more of a lean guy. The third guy, Jon McOwen, was the only black guy on the list and seemed to be in excellent shape. I ended up knocking that one off the list due to general pushiness and annoyance. A shame, he could've been fun.
I spoke back and forth with Steve and Eric for the next couple of days, eventually moving to texting. I kept my wife up to date through the process; we had previously agreed to keep her phone number a mystery. At the end of the first week, she decided the student may be the best bet and gave me the go ahead to send him a couple of pics and in return he sent a few. When I showed her, she was visibly impressed. The kid was good looking; he was tall, fairly muscular, very defined, and she thought he was stuffing his boxers...leading her to ask me about it. Instead, I handed her my phone and let her chat. She sat by me for a bit and we read the conversation, her laughing and enjoying. After ending the conversation she took my hand and practically drug me back to the bedroom "caveman style."
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The next week saw copious amounts of sex. She began sending me many more pics during the day, flirting substantially more, and even woke me up in the middle of the night with her head bobbing...she was definitely enjoying this. She texted back and forth with Steve one more night which led to yet another really good bout of carnal activity. We decided we needed a night out.
We arranged for one of her friends to watch our wee one the upcoming weekend and go out dancing. Friday morning, she told me to invite Steve but to tell him it was "only to meet." I kissed her goodbye and headed off to the office. I texted Steve and told him we would be going to a country music place that night and that she was wanting to meet. He was, of course, very quick to accept the invitation. The day progressed and it was by far the most unproductive day I had endured in quite some time. What made it worse is that there was very minimal texting from my wife.
I picked up the wee one at the normal time and headed home. She arrived around 30 minutes later at 6 with a couple of pink Victoria's Secret bags, gave us both a quick kiss, and disappeared to the bedroom. I was a bit taken aback but remembered tonight was "just to meet" and that whatever she got was likely for me. I heard the shower turn on and went back to getting our daughter ready for bed.
My wife's friend arrived at 7 and put our daughter down as I escaped to the bedroom to get myself ready. I found the bathroom door locked and heard music and figured she was just nervous so I grabbed some clothes and went to the other bathroom. I shaved my head, trimmed my goatee, and made sure my mighty hammer was fresh and smooth as I was expecting a really fun time after we got home.
Looking in the mirror I admired the muscular man in the mirror. I reminded myself that I was the one she loved and lusted for and threw in a couple poses just for giggles. I finished up and went to the living room to watch tv. I had elected to wear blue jeans, boots, and a button up maroon shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I dressed to accentuate my mass in case the guy was disrespectful or inappropriate. Around 830 my wife came walking out and my jaw dropped.
This busty brunette vixen was dressed to kill. Her squat-aided shapely legs were on full display in her short denim skirt and boots. The skirt was probably a good 6 inches above the knee, meaning any wrong move would make a lot of men happy. She was wearing a button up black shirt with the cuffs flipped up and the buttons visibly tortured to restrain her perfect chest. She wore bracelets and a necklace that disappeared into her cleavage and her makeup was pristine. She did a little spin and asked "Think he will like?"
Of course, I had hoped she was dressing for me. I know I definitely liked and knew he would certainly appreciate this beautiful MILF that stood before me. "Hell yes babe! Every guy in that bar will like!" She asked me to take a picture of her so I pulled out my phone. She put a hand on her hip and stuck her chest out in what was perhaps the sexiest pose I've seen her do and I snapped a pic. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her and proceeded to escort her to the car.
