My name is Frank and I'm almost forty years old. My wife, Dawn, is five years younger than I am. I'm about 5-10, 195 and relatively fit. The biggest signs of my age are my thinning hair (which I keep cut short) and my waning stamina. Dawn has had two children, is about 5-07 and full figured. She's far from fat, but she's not one of those disgustingly skinny models either. She has dark brown hair flecked with streaks of gray (thank the kids and myself for those) and her pubic thatch is also dark brown. She tends to let it grow, but trims it every now and then as a special treat for me. We've talked about how I'd enjoy her shaving it, but the discomfort of razor rash has always prevented her from doing so.
A couple years ago, after my 35th birthday sometime, I confided in my wife the on-going fantasy I have about seeing her with another man. I've told her that it's not so much her fucking another guy that turns me on, as it is her letting go to the pure pleasure of sex and just enjoying every delight her body can provide. Our sex life has always been good, though not enjoyed frequently enough, but there have been limits. The most recent limit that she's mentioned the possibility of removing is my cumming in her mouth. She's never let me do that but lately she's expressed some curiosity about it and said that she might want to try it out. As to my fantasy about her taking another man, she's admitted that having another man, or taking me with another man at the same time, is an interesting and exciting fantasy. But she didn't think she'd ever make either one come true.
On the day in question, we ended up home without the children by accident. I run a business from the house and usually visit contract sites on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Those are her days off from work so we usually don't get them home together. On this particular Tuesday I found out that there was nothing for me to do at the contract site and so I decided to stay home. When I told her that, I joked that she'd have to call her boyfriend and tell him not to come over. She laughed and joked back that she just assumed we'd have a threesome. I replied that it was fine with me and we both laughed. I don't think she realized how hard I got just thinking about that.
After our son was on the bus, I retired to my office to do some work while she did some stuff around the house. At about eleven she came knocking on my office door and told me that we needed to get ready for her friend to arrive. The look on my face was obviously one of complete confusion. What friend? She smiled her most delicious evil smile and told me that we'd already discussed this. Her boyfriend was coming over and she hadn't called him to tell him not to. She told me that she thought I understood we were having a threesome today. I was at a loss and was pretty sure she was pulling my leg. This, after all, was the wife I've been married to for nine years and been with for more than ten. There was no way she'd have a boyfriend, especially not one she was having sex with, and the idea of her really wanting to have a threesome was absurd. Or was it? She put an end to my wonderment when she told me that Bruce would be over at about noon and that she thought it would be a good idea if we were both showered and ready for his arrival. Realization came upon me like a hammer to the side of my head: she was serious. This was for real.
Half in a daze I followed her out of my office, into our bedroom and watched as she undressed for her shower. I knew I needed one too. I'd wait my turn, watching as she took hers and then taking my own. That she was excited about the pending sexual adventure was obvious. Her nipples were quite erect and it wasn't due to being chilly. The house was quite warm and I made a mental note that we'd have to lower the heat unless she wanted to be covered with sweat from Bruce and I. Bruce? I wondered who he was or where she'd met him. How long had she been having sex with him? Or was this the first time? Was she going to tell me about it if I wasn't home? So many questions. But I could hardly complain. I'd been pushing her to make my fantasy of her having sex with another man a reality for so long that there was no way I could question her doing it now.
I got undressed and went into the bathroom where she was already in the shower. I know that she occasionally masturbates in the shower, either with her fingers or using the showerhead, but I thought she only did it when it'd been too long between our sex sessions and she needed the release. I didn't know my quiet, sometimes almost shy, wife had taken to regularly pleasuring her pussy while she enjoyed the rush of hot water. On that Tuesday morning I watched as my wife not only got clean, but also trimmed her pussy quite closely and then pleasured herself before surrendering the hot stream of water to me. Before she'd finished in the shower she'd scrubbed, trimmed, rubbed, examined, rubbed and then fingered her sex through a good orgasm. I guess she was pretty worked up about Bruce coming over and I couldn't blame her. She was going to get more good sex from two men in one day than I'd been able to provide her in any given week in recent history.
While I showered Dawn got dressed, putting on underwear that was different from her usual wear, and picking out a white bra that wasn't especially sexy in its design. However, the cups were made of a translucent material that let her nipples easily show through. I noted that her panties were cut high on the sides accentuating her long legs and that they too were made of a thin enough material that even her closely trimmed brown bush was clearly visible. Once she was out of whatever pants and shirt she was going to put on, not much would be hidden from Bruce's view. Had he seen it before? Part of me was afraid to ask. Part of me didn't care. She obviously loved me and was happy in our marriage. If she was taking advantage of the offer I'd made to her of taking another lover, then it was just for the sake of the sex and didn't mean our marriage was hurt in any way. In fact, it might be a testament to how strong our marriage bond was. I decided to quit worrying about it and just get ready to have fun. Dawn likes when I shave my sac so I made sure that it was smooth and then I trimmed down my pubic hair to about a quarter inch. She doesn't like having any hair in the way if she gives me head and I figured I could make sure things were the way she liked them since she was going to enjoy a special day.
By the time I was out of the shower, Dawn had put on a pair of pretty snug jeans and an innocuous t-shirt. Nothing special about the way she was dressed - at least not outwardly. Once things started coming off, things would change. After dressing she'd done her hair and put on a few light dabs of perfume. That's not something she'd usually do, but today wasn't going to be a usual day. After I'd dried off I spruced up as well, shaving and making sure I smelled good for her. I dressed in my usual boxer-briefs, a pair of jeans and t-shirt. I was pretty much following her lead and assuming she knew what was best. I didn't know how much was planned, but I trusted in her that it would end up being fun.