My name is Taylor, and this is a story about how my wife Sue and I broke down barriers in our relationship, learned to communicate better, and opened up a new chapter in our sex life.
I met Sue through mutual friends at a party when we were in our late twenties, and we were married after dating for a couple of years. We both had good jobs, had just bought a house, and were building our little American dream. Sue and I were off to a good start in our life together.
Most people would say my wife and I are traditional. Not overboard bible-banging conservative traditional, but we were raised in stable and supportive families that were somewhat reserved. I have always lived my life on the cautious side due to that upbringing, never straying far from the norms of society and the conventions I grew up with. However, it always worked for me, and I didn't feel I was missing out on anything. Sue was the same; most people would say we were predictable and reliable. To that point, my father had a saying that has always stuck with me.
"Son," he'd say, "My life might not be exciting every day, but it is predictable, and there is a lot to be said for the predictability."
We were about to put that saying to the test.
Sue is 5'6", has short dirty blond hair and deep blue eyes, is a slim 115 lbs., and has an impressive set of firm C-cup tits atop her 34-24-34 hourglass-like frame. I'm six feet, have short light brown hair and green eyes, a medium build of about 200 lbs., and good looking, I've been told. If I had any complaints about myself, it would be my equipment. It's six and a half inches, which is average, but I've always wished it was bigger.
I'd always thought we had an excellent sexual relationship. That meant we had sex, and both got off on it. However, my wife and I never discussed our likes and dislikes in depth. I was interested in expanding our sexual repertoire, but I was unaware of where exactly the lines were with Sue. So, I did my best to stretch the sexual envelope without being too obvious. I was successful for the most part, but they were little steps. We have experimented with dildos and vibrators, a little role play, and sex in a park late at night, but nothing too crazy.
Occasionally, I would watch porn on the internet. I was drawn to videos with well-endowed men fucking women, sometimes while their husbands watched. Groups of men gangbanging a woman is another favorite of mine. If lucky, I would see the two combined into one video. To me, masturbation-wise, it was like a jackpot. It was an itch I had to scratch, a nagging urge that I couldn't extinguish, and it haunted me. I had always wondered what it would be like if we did something like that, yet, I was always afraid to just come out and say it. I wasn't sure how a conversation like that even began.
Lately, we have started playing videos during sex to get ideas or spice up the action. Videos, for me, were a way to see different situations and start a conversation about them. There was significantly less risk, at least from my point of view than yelling, "I want to fuck you in the ass" or something similar, in the middle of sex, only to find out that was a no-go. At first, the sex in the videos was a bland combination of blowjobs, multi-position fucking, cumshots, but nothing bizarre or taboo. I would try to slip in a scene that included a little anal or two guys on one girl here and there to see what the reaction to it was. Sue watched along for the most part, offering up suggestions about trying positions we saw primarily but never really commented on much else.
We were lying on our backs in bed after a night-time fuck session fueled partly by a bit of drinking. One of the videos we watched was about a wife who sat in on her husband's poker game and got fucked by his friends on the poker table. It was the first time I had been bold enough to include what was basically a gangbang in the rotation. I enjoyed it more than Sue, I was sure.
Then, as we lay there catching our breaths, she said something out of the blue.
"Can you imagine the look on the guys' faces at your poker night if I did that?"
Some of our friends, Jeff, Logan, Troy, Jamar, and I, played poker every other week, rotating from house to house. We'd play for a few hours, shoot the shit, drink a little, and break it up around midnight. It wasn't a big-stakes game or anything, just a little fun between friends on a Saturday night.
"Where did that come from?" I asked with a laugh.
"I mean, a hot girl surrounded by four big cocks, what's not to love?"
Was my wife being serious or making a joke? I wondered if it was the alcohol talking, but Sue didn't seem that buzzed. I'd never seen this side of her before.
"I didn't think you cared for videos like that one way or another!" I said coyly, turning on my side to face her.
"It turned me on the way it all unfolded'" she said with a smile. "The scenario of a girl sitting down to play poker, only to lose everything to the guys, was hot. It could only be better if she had won and made them do what she wanted."
"So, the turn-on for you is more situational, the whole story behind it?"
"Yes, you could say that. Women are more about the build-up, the story, and the emotion. Men are more about the fucking," she continued.
I couldn't argue with that. It doesn't take a psychology degree to know the basics of men and women when it comes to sex.
"Let's say I invited you to our poker game......" I probed further, heading into uncharted territory. We have never discussed including others in our sex life, so this was a first.
"That is quite a leap, but...... who knows where things might go if I joined your poker game one night," she said with a wink.
I felt she was trying to gauge my reaction or seriousness to what was being discussed, or maybe she was just having some fun joking with me.
"Baby, are you being serious about this, or are you just fucking with me?"
"We are still talking about it, aren't we? The idea intrigues me, though it does more for you, I bet."
"I'm going to go on a limb and tell you something. Seeing you with other men has always been a fantasy of mine, but I didn't want to bring it up because I didn't know how you would react," I confessed.
So there, I said it. The cards were all on the table, so to speak. Then I paused, waiting for Sue's reaction.
"Color me surprised. Your choice of videos gave that away." She said with a laugh. "Let me ask you something. Let's say it happened. Would you think any different of me when it was over?"
"Not at all," I responded, maybe a little too quickly, but answering the question.
"It would be us living out a fantasy and having a good time?"
"Absolutely. We never really talk about sex; we've always just done it. But this....this is the kind of thing that can change people and relationships," I cautioned.
"I think we'd be good relationship-wise," she laughed, poking me with her finger in the ribs. "If I did, it's certainly not the kind of thing I could do with strangers, diseases, etc. People we knew might be different. We could control the situation, make sure it didn't get out of hand." she reasoned. "That's why your poker game could work. Do you think our friends would do something like that? Would we want them to?"
"If we set it up, maybe had some plan, then it could happen. Just one of the regular four is married, Jeff, but if guys were drinking and women were naked. I'm pretty sure you know how that would end," I contended," followed by Sue laughing.
