My name is Dave and I've been married for about a year now. My wife Dana and I have had a very open relationship at her insistence since we began dating about 5 years ago. Unfortunately (for me), Dana is much more successful in her outside affairs than myself, but when a chance arises, I have had my share of other women. To be honest, I would rather have a normal one on one relationship, but Dana was pretty open from the start that she wanted to be able to be with other guys. Since she gave me the same opportunity with other women and since I would rather be with a beautiful woman who treats me great in every other respect, I accepted the reality that the love of my life wanted to bang other men. And despite the fact that she goes out on the prowl with her friends fairly often, we have been able to keep our "open" relationship a secret from my family and friends. I mean I don't want everyone to know.
One reason my wife is more successful then me is our looks. I'm a 38-year-old typical looking guy, average build (5'8", 185 lbs.) and plain features. I have never been described much better than "cute" by the women in my life. My wife Dana is 36 years old, about 5'3" tall and 115 lbs. With long curly jet-black hair. While certainly not a knockout, she is attractive. She has firm b cup breasts, a shapely ass and I drool over her legs especially when she puts on her heels. Plus her sexual appetite and desire is in itself very sexy and attractive.
During our four years of dating, Dana has become acquainted with a few of my good friends wives, although she did not seem to be too fond of any of them. I don't spend too much time with her friends as they are usually going out looking for men when they get together. So when we decided to get married, Dana's friends invited a few of my friends wives to Dana's batchelorette party. I was a bit hesitant to have my wife's friend and my friend's wives all together knowing how wild Dana and her friends were, especially in a group. Plus, with a backdrop of the batchelorette party, who knew what to expect. I really didn't want the cat out of the bag regarding our relationship. When I brought this to Dana's attention she told me not to worry, that everything would be taken care of by her friends. Now I really was worried.
So on the Saturday night a week before the wedding the girls had their bash and my friends Pete, Jim and John through me a stag party. After dinner, we went to a strip joint and they bought me lots of lap dances. Pretty tame stuff but better than sitting at home while my wife was out partying hard. We talked about our wives and their party as well.
Pete was telling me how his wife Laura really didn't want to go but didn't want to insult Dana. She planned to stay a couple of hours and then make an excuse and leave early. Just like Laura to plan out her bullshit in advance. She had always been kind of a bitch for as long as I've known her and I was kind of surprised that Dana had let her friends invite her. Pete complained to me on many occasions that her sexual appetite was not enough for his liking. Plus she rarely if ever gave him a blowjob and anal sex was just off limits. But despite the fact that she annoyed me and was not exactly a wildcat to Pete, she was still a very pretty lady. She still had a gorgeous face with blue eyes and dark straight black hair. Just past her 40th birthday she was 5' 4" tall and about 140 lbs, up from her pre children days of 110. She had three kids the last one about five years ago. She was one hot tight piece of ass in her twenties that guys would drool over and flock to at the clubs. Now she had a little bit of a belly and her ass and thighs were kind of big, but she was still shapely if not the petite girl she once was about 10 years ago. She also had a nice C cup rack aided by the birth of her three children.
Jim's wife Deborah was more of a party girl. She was the type who was always planning a party for some reason. She sent out Halloween and Thanksgiving cards for crying out loud. She also was very opinionated chiming in on almost every subject. This aggravated both Dana and I but she always seemed to mean well. I suspect she was a little wild in her day. Jim had said she liked to give blowjobs and had let him take her up the ass a few times before they got married. I would tell my good friends that Dana was "aggressive" sexually and to her nothing was off limits so I can imagine what Deborah was like. She was also still an attractive girl. At 37 years old and close to four years married, Deborah was 5' tall and maybe 95 pounds and solid. This was amazing since it was only 11 months after she gave birth to her second child. While she had very small chest (tiny A cups), she had an incredibly tight ass and fantastic legs, even better than Dana's legs. She also had a pretty face somewhat similar to Eva Longoria. Jim told me how she was looking forward to the party and even had brought some games and toys. I thought to myself that her games would be laughed at by my wife's friends.
John was the quiet one of the four of us (at least about his wife.) I never heard him talk about anything sexual related to his wife. I would talk to my other friends about their sex lives with their wives but John was tight lipped. His wife Sarah was about as sweet as could be, always nice to everyone and a nice hostess who made you feel welcome when at her home. She had four kids from ages 17 months to 7 and the older ones were well mannered and polite. She and Dana got along the best as far as I could tell.
The 39 year old was about 5' 4", 120 lbs., with a nice shapely ass and a B cup set of tits. She had a decent set of legs (which she showed infrequently) and had a plain facial expression that I found attractive. Others including Pete did not find her attractive at all. John didn't seem to have any opinion on the party at all nor (as usual) did he give any indication of Sarah's mindset about the party.
Anyway, by 1:30 my tame night was over and we headed home. It was no surprise to me to see that Dana was not at the house when I returned. I had no idea what her girlfriends had planned but I was absolutely certain that she was going to be thoroughly fucked by the time she got back to my house. I was just a little concerned that my friends would know that Dana had cheated on me at the party (little did they really know.)
About 2:30 I got a call from Pete. "Has Dana come back yet? Laura isn't home yet. Where did they go?" he asked in a very concerned matter.
"No, she's not back yet. Don't worry her friends are party animals. I'm sure Laura didn't want to seem like a bitch and leave," I reasoned.
Yeah right, I thought to myself. She has no problem being a bitch. I thought to myself why she hadn't left but then drifted off to sleep. At 3:00, John was on the phone.
"Dave, you heard anything from Dana? Sarah isn't back yet. When did Dana say she'd be back?" he interrogated me.
Have asleep I responded, " No she's not back and neither is Laura. They probably drank too much and are waiting it out. Don't worry – I'll call you when Dana calls."
Wow I thought. What the hell is going on? My mind drifted off when the phone rang 3 minutes later.
"Hey Dave, its Jim. Deb isn't back yet and she's not answering her phone. Do you know where she is? Where's Dana?" he asked concerned as much as the previous two callers.
"I don't know Jim. Pete & John called too. They must be out partying. I'll call you as soon as hear something. Don't worry, I'm sure everything's fine." I counseled my friend.
Three calls in a row. It seemed like they were having one hell of a party. In my mind I pictured Dana on he knees in front of a muscular well hung stud slurping away at his manhood while my friends wives looked on with fascination, ready to report the nights events to my good friends. I wasn't turned on by this thought; I was petrified to be outed to my friends. Though we had an open relationship I had never actually been anywhere near my wife when she was out fooling around nor was she anywhere near me when I was lucky enough to hook up. As I said before, this really isn't something I was super happy about. My concern grew stronger as several follow up calls from the boys continued through out the night in nearly 10-minute intervals. Finally, my wife came through the door at 5:30. Her hair was messed up, her clothes were wrinkled and bunched up. It was fairly obvious that she had a more eventful evening than I did.
Normally I am asleep when Dana returns from her nights' on the town and don't have to see the results of her conquests. She looked like a total slut (which she was) and after a night at the strip joint I really needed to release my pent up frustrations. But at the same time I wasn't interested in sloppy seconds (or thirds, fourths, etc.) Dana sensing my desire and my apprehension strutted over towards me. Her hips swayed back and forth as she stared into my eyes with a look of lust that stiffened my cock to the fullest. She put her hand just below my belly button and forcefully tugged my pajamas away from my waste and pulled me to her. She planted a wildly passionate kiss on my lips then slowly darted her tongue into my mouth as she pulled my pajamas down freeing my throbbing hard on. She quickly dropped to her knees and immediately swallowed my cock all the way down to its base. I arched my back as my arousal consumed my whole body. Dana began bobbing her head up and down with the speed of a jackrabbit as I felt my orgasm begin to build. In less than three minutes I released a night of frustration and anticipation into her skilled mouth and throat. It felt like it could fill an entire glass although Dana seemed to have no problem digesting my night's work.
With my needs fulfilled my curiosity of the party returned to my mind. "Hey babe, what was the deal with party? The phone's been ringing off the hook over here. Are the girls OK?" I asked of my wife.
She looked back with a wide sly grin and said, "EVERYONE had a great time. The girls had a bit too much to drink so we left them at the hotel room. Maybe you should call your friends and let them know they're safe."
The look on my wife's face I had seen before. She knew something that she wanted to tell me. I knew there was an interesting story about the night I would hear in due time. I kissed my wife and made my phone calls.
Pete was shocked. "She doesn't drink that much, I can't believe she got wasted," he stated with bewilderment.
Jim was pissed. "I can't believe she drank like that. I don't like her to drink too much, she starts to flirt too much. I'm gonna rip her a new one when she gets back!" he ranted.
John was amused. "Boy she really meant it when she said she was going to load up. She owes me one know," he kidded.
