It had been over 2 hours since she had left, closing the door quietly behind her, smiling over her shoulder at him as she followed Kate down the stone steps and to her car. He had watched them back out of the drive way and drive down the street, estimating the time it would take them to arrive at the rental house:10 minutes or so and they she would be with them.
Earlier that evening he had showered with her, kissed her face and neck and washed her hair and slick curves, inspected her shaving job, her legs, her pussy. While she dried off and brushed her hair, he went into her closet looking for the right outfit. He imagined her in her the low-cut black dress, thin fabric you could almost see through, v-neck almost indecent. It was August and humid and while he knew she wouldn't be wearing it for long, he thought she might be more comfortable in a skirt and top. He found her tight black pencil skirt with the back slit and kick pleat, the one that highlighted her ass, the folded fabric bringing the eye up to her round bottom. He could imagine the look on Bill's face when she walked in the room with that skirt on. He smiled and set it aside on the bed. The shirt he was unsure of, but he knew it needed to be button-down. She would wear it unbuttoned one button too low, but not indecent. She was like that: to the edge, a hint, a suggestion, a subtle invitation. He ultimately decided on a light blue short-sleeved fitted blouse with tiny pearl buttons.
She came in the bedroom towel-drying her hair.
"Is that what you want me to wear?" she asked. "Isn't it too formal? I mean, I don't plan on wearing my clothes for very long." She picked up the skirt and held it against her hips. "I look pretty good in this though."
"Yes, you do," he said. "I really want you to wear it for me." She shrugged and slid the skirt on over her hips.
"Well, I'm oblivious. You know what looks good on me. I have no idea." He laughed and handed her a black lace push-up bra and black lace panties.
"Trust me. You look great in that outfit. They will be floored when you walk into the room."
She put on the lingerie with his help and buttoned up the shirt then modeled nervously for him. She looked amazing, and when she slipped on the 3 inch black leather heels she looked spectacular. The look on her face had changed. She was still nervous but a cast of sexual excitement had entered her eyes.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she said looking at him intently. He stood up and and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her warm body pressing against him, his cock hardening at the thought of what was to come.
"You are going to be awesome with them" he said, imagining her blouse half unbuttoned, her breasts spilling out of her bra as Kate sucked one nipple and Bill the other. A scene he wouldn't witness in person, but one he had orchestrated and made happen through months of patience and planning.
The thought of his wife with another man made him harder than any airbrushed model or over the top pornographic image he could imagine. He had kept his desire to himself for years, not wanting to offend her or make her think he cared less for her. He wanted her to have the confidence to understand that his fantasy came from a place of lust and love, not indifference or coercion. When he finally confessed to her, she was not only surprised, but flattered and excited. Needless to say, their sex life instantly went into overdrive as they opened up to each other.
The serendipity surrounding his wife's friend asking her to join them in a threesome was unfathomable to him. One evening in early summer she had come home from a day at the beach and announced,
"Kate wants me to have a threesome with she and Bill."
He was floored.
"She does? Have you been telling her about my fantasy?" He was slightly irritated at the thought of his wife sharing this intimate secret with her friends.
"Oh no! I would never do that. This is the second time she's asked me. She asked me last fall and I was mortified, but this time, I actually thought about it and told her I would get back to her."
His mind was racing. While the thought of her with another man was extremely exciting to him, the reality of it actually happening was a different story. He couldn't imagine her finding Bill attractive. He wasn't classically good looking, or particularly outgoing or smart or funny, all traits she seemed to find attractive in friends and lovers. And what about Kate? Would the two women play around?
"Would you do it? Are you considering it? What has changed from the first time to now?" He was very curious what had given her pause to even consider a threesome with her friends.
"You. I am considering it for you. Before it was out of the question because of the whole marriage taboo. It was unthinkable. But now that I know that you like me a touch slutty, now that I know you get off on me getting off on other people, I feel like that would be a great safe way to test out this fantasy of yours." He would never forget how hard his cock was at that moment. His stomach twisted in a knot of fear and excitement. He went dizzy for a moment, then kissed her.
"I think you should do it."
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So here he was, a month later, looking at the clock, imagining her on her hands and knees, ass in the air as Bill fucked her hard from behind while Kate kissed her. He had started out the night reading, but he couldn't concentrate on the story. He had made her promise to get a picture of Bill's cock in her mouth, a small token, proof of her indiscretion. He decided to wash the hardwood floors, the kitchen floors, finish up the dishes. He pictured her bent over the couch his hands on her hips; her kneeling in front of him as he guided his cock in and out of her mouth as she eagerly licked and sucked him; on her back, legs spread as Kate sucked her clit and Bill fucked her mouth; Bill stroking himself until he came all over her face. The images were incredible because any one of them could have been true, any one of them could have been going on as he thought of them. His wife was giving this guy his fantasy, yet he was getting so much more out of it than Bill ever would. Another hour passed and he was in blissful agony waiting for her to come home to him.
Soon after eleven car lights swung into the driveway and his stomach twisted in excitement. He couldn't wait to see her, but he forced himself to sit casually n the couch, his cock throbbing, dying to get his hands on her. The door opened and she walked in.
"Hello? Your wanton wife is home." Oh how he loved this woman....