A little history. Met in college. Married ten years. Wife is gorgeous: 5'4", dark brown, wavy hair to the middle of her back, small breasts, skinny waist, perfectly bubbled ass supported by shapely thighs, attractive face with full lips that look like they were meant to be wrapped around a cock. She was 30 at the time, and me, 34. I'm Carl and she's Susan.
We were openminded about sex. Twice in the first three years of our marriage we had done a threesome with another man, the first time a guy who hit on her at a wedding and the second time a guy who boldly hit on her in spite of my presence at a bar. We had both enjoyed the alcohol fueled experiences, but our conversations afterword indicated once sober she felt more regretful than anything about what happened. I hoped we would find a regular threesome partner. She didn't want to talk about it.
What I remember most about those experiences is that I loved seeing the effect of a larger cock than mine on her. I'm just under five and not very thick. Both of our threesome partners were at least longer and thick enough to appear very manly. Both of them made her cum, which my cock never does, and it was a beautiful sight.
I was eager to keep trying to find a great threesome partner for regular rendezvous, but Susan wanted the subject dropped. She seemed in denial of the obvious pleasure she got from the three-ways we did. Occasionally, when we met a guy I thought she might find appealing, I would ask if he "moved" her. She always said something like, "Don't even go there," letting me know she was not interested in renewing our past adventures.
She became increasingly disinterested in sex in general, and as I've heard many a man complain, never initiated sex and often said no when I attempted to arouse her. I wondered how long it would be till she started reading the paper while I fucked her.
When I tried to talk to her about the situation she would give a frustrated sigh, as if to say, here we go again. I even told her it was okay for her to find a guy to fuck without my being there, knowing I would benefit from the increased libido that scenario would likely create. That and similar suggestions were met with, "That's not going to happen."
During this time the internet was my best friend. I discovered cuckold porn and thought any man with a woman sexy enough to have several lovers was indeed lucky. I wanted such a woman but resigned myself to jacking off to the visually aided fantasy. I agreed with her that it wasn't going to happen.
My hottest fantasy was for her to find a boyfriend or threesome partner that would rock her sexual world, a guy she would lust after the way I lusted after her. My fantasies progressed to imagine her having a boyfriend that took control of her sexually. That's when Daryl came into the picture.
Daryl was a new hire where I worked. He was tall, almost embarrassingly handsome and reeked of confidence. When I saw him I hoped he had a really high pitched voice or some other oddity that would take his perfect appearance down a notch. When we were introduced he had a firm handshake and looked me in the eye offering a disarming smile. At quitting time he approached and asked if I would join him for a beer.
There was no reason to rush home to my icy wife, so I joined him and one beer turned into 5 or 6 or 7. I don't count well after 4. 1-4 we talked about sports, the work environment and current events. By 5 the conversation had meandered its way toward women. I asked if he was married and he told me he had just broke up with his girlfriend and moved back into a studio apartment that he kept whether he lived with a woman or not.
"I'm sorry to hear that, and it's none of my fucking business," I said, with a very slight slur, "But what happened?"
He said, "Your right, it's none of your business, but I'll tell you anyway."
"Guy's like to brag about their cocks," he said, "but the fact is, mines huge, and it gets me in trouble."
"Wait, you have that face and that body and a charming personality and a huge cock."
"I'm not proud of it," he said with a completely serious look.
I grinned at his sarcasm and asked, "So women feel like they can't compete with you?"
"It's never that complex. I follow my dick a lot, and it goes where my girlfriend at the time doesn't want it to go."
"Are these supposedly monogamous relationships you're talking about?"
"No. From the start I tell them I won't be in a closed relationship. They agree and then it slowly changes. Within a few months they want monogamy and it's time for me to go back to my apartment."
"Why not find one you really like and settle down?"
"Knowing the affect my cock has on a woman, especially when she gets it the first time, makes me want to see that affect on as many women as possible. It's just a lot of fun, and I feel like I'm doing the world a service. I make a lot of women smile. I'm always giving the woman the biggest she's ever had and she goes crazy with lust. It's fucking exciting to see."
"A few months," I asked.
"Well, there's a pattern. They fall in lust. They want me available so they invite me to live in their house/apartment whatever. I move in but insist the whole time that I don't do monogamy. They say they just want me to fuck them and don't care about anything else. I'm basically a nice guy, so their lust turns to love and then to a desire for monogamy, which I haven't been able to pull off. I lust for that next experience with a woman who hasn't had anything like my cock."
"Sure sounds like a fun problem."
"It is, but I realize I need to break the pattern and stop moving in with them. It's tiring to go hunting for new pussy all the time, but I'm finding it's best to just have one night stands with no exchange of phone numbers. I know this makes me a shithead, but I'm finding the best fit for me are the married ones. They just want good cock on the side. One even told me her husband loved it when she came home stretched and messy. I was happy to help out. Unfortunately they moved away."
I'm sure you can guess the affect our conversation had on me.
Daryl and I became regular drinking buddies. The wheels were constantly turning regarding wanting him to fuck Susan. This guy needed a woman he could fuck whenever he wanted without worrying about strings, and he liked fucking married women. The problem was getting Susan to agree. After a couple of months of wanting I formulated a plan that started with inviting him over for dinner, pending a clearance from Susan, of course.
Susan had been terse of late, tending to ignore me when I came home with beer on my breath, possibly because I was also frisky. Sex, if it happened at all, was going to happen on a Saturday night and I may as well not even try for a weeknight. A slate of TV shows reigned supreme over her schedule. "No, Honey, my show is on," rebuffed my attempts at sex. The way things had been going I think we could have squeezed it into a commercial break. Something had to change.
When I got home and walked in the house Susan was in front of the TV. I walked into the living room and sat in a chair, looking at her. She grabbed the remote and paused whatever she was watching. She looked at me and said, "Something's obviously on your mind."
"I just wanted to tell you that I invited Daryl from work over for dinner. I told him I had to clear it with you."
"So, it's not enough that he has become your drinking buddy, now you want to bring him over for dinner."
To avoid having her suspect I was trying to arrange another threesome, which I was, I had a plan that Daryl, unknowing at that point, was going to help me execute.
"When is this dinner you volunteered me for?"
"This Friday."
"This Friday. Some warning. What would you like me to fix."
"Steaks. I'll do the barbequing. You can pop potatoes in the microwave and toss a salad. Doesn't need to be fancy, this guys just lonely. He'll appreciate having dinner with us."
Notice I didn't say "bachelor" or "single" or any of those words that might alert her to my intention or trigger her sexual defensiveness.
