It has always been a long standing fantasy of mine to watch my wife Marnie get fucked by another man. My fantasy recently became a double reality as she not only had sex with another male but two other males. Now I wish to share the story with you.
I was at work last Wednesday, when I received a phone call from my wife. She asked me if I wanted to enjoy an evening out without the kids. She just got off the phone with my mother-in-law who happened to get a couple of days off before Christmas and was willing to watch the children so my wife and I could enjoy a pre-Christmas present out. I asked her what she wanted to do. She told me she wanted to go for a nice dinner and dancing at the local bar. That suited me just fine, for I was wanted to get to the end of the night where we fuck ourselves silly. Well I guess you got to have patience, I told myself.
When I got home the kids were already gone for the evening and apparently my wife was in the shower. So I went to the bathroom got undress and surprised Marnie by stepping in with a raging hard-on. She turned to me a said, "What do we have here, bad boy." With those words she dropped to her knees and shoved my sausage into her hot and moist mouth. Before long she finished me off and sucked my cum like it was her last meal on earth. She then got up off her knees and said, "that should hold you over till later tonight."
We got out of the shower, got dressed and prepared for our evening out on the town. When we were ready I just starred at Marn in awe. Without the kids around she sure looks like an incredibly hot women. She wore a short black dress with black stocking (which always turn me on). What really caught me off guard was when she bent over to slip on her pumps. Her dress rose above her thighs to give a view of her bare ass with a garter belt holding up her nylons. First off my wife never wears a garter belt and second I always thought she felt that not wearing underwear was completely disgusting. Little did I know she was being a little more adventurous tonight. I felt a tent popping in my pants by the sight in front of me. She turned around and noticed the lump in my pants and said, "your acting as if you've never seen it before." I replied, as we walked out the door, "dear, I wish I would see it more like that".
We got to the restaurant early. This restaurant was where we had our first date. It is located in the hotel where we first had sex together. Ironically we did both the date and the sex on the same night. Our table wasn't ready yet so we headed to the bar and had a few cocktails. We talked a little bit about Christmas and what our plans were. It was getting a little late, and our table wasn't ready yet, so I went to see what was going on. I was got about a minute and upon my return, I noticed two guys chatting up my wife. To some guys, they might have been jealous of seeing your wife talking to two other guys, but I was somewhat flatter and honored to be in my wife's presence. When I got to our table the two guys turned a kind of jumped. My wife acted like normal and said, "I would like for you to meet Jeff and Matt. They were kind enough to keep me company while you were away." I gladly shook hands with them and offered them a drink. They took me up on my offer and sat down. Jeff was a mature looking guy with gray streaks running through his jet black hair. He had chiseled a well defined features on his 6'2 frame. Matt was a tall 6'4 black man who was very bulking in a weightlifter sort of way. He was completely bald and look younger than Jeff.
The two gentlemen explained that they were in town on a conference. They were businessmen for a large computer firm and our city was the one picked for their meetings this year. Jeff was 49 years old and he was a senior manager for the firm at the company's Canadian headquarters in Toronto. He has been married for 23 years and had two teenage children. He told us it gets pretty lonely traveling as much as he does. Matt was 35 years old. I asked him if he was married and he replied, "No, the bitch left me!" with a smile on his face.