Eva and I had been married for ten years when we realized our sex life needed a boost. We still loved each other, we were not interested in divorce, but our erotic life had become routine. It was in danger of tapering off altogether. We had no children, but were very busy with our respective careers, mine in the insurance business, Eva's at a local college where she taught second and third year English courses. We had time and money to travel every summer, and apart from the sexual issue we were very content. Neither one of us ever wanted to cheat. We were determined to be honest with each other if ever such a temptation arose. I can't say I was surprised then when one evening Eva said she had a suggestion to make.
"Tell me right away if you think this is out of line, and I'll never mention it again," she said. "But how would you feel about watching me suck another man's cock?"
Eva may be a professor of English, but once in a while she can be incredibly blunt. For a moment I didn't know what to say. I was kind of tongue-tied.
"I know it's an outrageous thing to suggest," she went on, "but we both know the state of our sex life. We both know we need some kind of jolt."
"You're absolutely right," I acknowledged. "I agree one hundred percent. But sucking another man's cock?"
"With you watching. With you in the room. I'd never do this without your consent, without your approval."
Again I was silent for a moment or two, my mind racing.
"And who exactly did you have in mind? Whose cock would you be sucking?"
"Well, here's the thing. Classes are almost over for the year, and there's a young man in one of my blocks, a nice boy, not the brightest, but nice enough. He's made it pretty obvious he finds me attractive."
This didn't surprise me. Eva is in her late twenties but looks way younger. She's petite, with gorgeous legs, a trim little ass, a stunningly pretty face, and a set of tits remarkable on a woman so slender. Full, heavy breasts with rock-hard, erect nipples that are somehow often discernible even through her bras. With all this going for her you might ask how our sex life would have become routine. All I can say is ten years and more of sex with the same person, no matter how appealing, can sometimes pale after a while.
"Did he make a pass at you?"
"Not exactly. We've had some talks after class. He's let it be known that if I wanted a fling, he'd be more than happy to be considered."
"He hasn't harassed you? He hasn't tried to touch you?"
"Never. Not even close. Though one day he did take out his cock to show me."
"What! Isn't that harassment? Couldn't you get him thrown out of college?"
"I'm sure I could. But this came after an hour discussing a pretty erotic novel. I think the entire class was turned on. And as I say, he and I had already had some talk after class. I just found it funny. I had him put his cock away, but the sight of it got me thinking."
"That you'd like to suck it?"
"Yes. I have to be honest. It was just so big, Jerry. So beautiful. I thought, considering our present situation, it might be worth conducting a little experiment. Will you think about it at least?"
I promised I would, thinking at the time that there was no way I'd consent to such an "experiment," as Eva called it. What kind of husband would want to watch his pretty young wife suck some horny stud's big dick, I asked myself, even in the cause of reviving a marriage's sex life?
Turns out I was the kind of husband who would be interested in such a thing. The more I thought about it, the more appealing the notion became. So that in a matter of days the thing was set up and one Friday evening I was sitting there in my living room watching my wife stride up to a handsome young stud and begin kissing him quite passionately.
We'd been introduced, the young stud and I. His name was Blake. We'd shaken hands and had a couple of drinks. Now the show was beginning and I was sitting there across the room, my heart racing, and, surprise of surprises, my cock erecting in my pants before the action had really started. Anticipation, I guess. I knew we were in for an interesting evening.
He'd worn a crisp white shirt for the occasion and as their kiss broke off Eva began unbuttoning it for him. He ran his hands up and down her bare arms gently but otherwise stayed completely passive. This must have been a weird experience for him after all, and I think he was unsure quite how to act. He seemed not to want to appear too aggressive, and was willing to let Eva take the initiative and set the pace.
Which she was clearly willing to do. She folded his shirt off his shoulders and ran her hands up and down his chest, his arms, his shoulders. He had a terrific build, all pure bulging muscle. She turned to look at me as she stroked him, mouthing the word "Wow!" and smiling. I sat there passively watching this tableau, my cock continuing to erect. I felt as if I was watching the beginning of a pornographic video, which in a way I guess I was.
Eva sank slowly to her knees and began stroking her hand up and down the obvious bulge of his cock through his pants. She leaned forward and rubbed her face against the mound, then raised both hands to begin unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, opening up his pants. She gently eased them down and he stepped from them and kicked them to one side with his discarded shirt. Eva was suddenly confronted by the monstrous bulge of his shorts, and she repeated the stroking procedure with her hand, the rubbing routine with her face. She was beginning to breathe heavily. I could tell how turned on she was.
She gave me one quick glance and then hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. She pulled down gently and the bulk of his cock seemed to curve down under the fabric. But suddenly it snapped free and bounced up and down to one side of her face. Her eyes widened and she gave off an audible gasp.
"My God, it wasn't this big when you showed it to me!" she grinned.
"It wasn't hard then. I wasn't this excited," he muttered.
It didn't appear to be completely hard even now, but it loomed out hugely from his crotch, so thick and heavy it still tilted to the ground. It had the girth of a man's wrist and was I'm sure nearly nine inches long. From across the room I could detect a blue vein throbbing on one side of it.
