I guess if the truth were told I've wanted to see another man fuck my wife almost since the time we were first married. But, I've never acted on that fantasy. I've read stories on several different web sites and I'm glad to see I'm not the only man with that fantasy. I'm sure some of those stories I've read are made up, but I think a lot of them are true too.
So you know where I'm coming from, I'm not a very expressive person. Neither is my wife, Jill. When we have sex about the only talking we do is to express our love and desire for each other. We've never discussed any fantasies, hers or mine. Neither one of us has ever yelled "I'M CUMMMMMING!!!" or anything like what I've read in some of the stories. Maybe a satisfied grunt or groan or sigh. That's about it.
I'm not sure whether our silence is my fault or Jill's. I know she's a bit of a prude. Maybe I'm a little bit that way too. At least on the surface. There are some definitely un-prudish things I've considered doing, but being the strong silent type I just can't find the way to express it. Maybe if either one of us would open up it would bring us to a new level of fulfillment.
Jill is a pretty forty-seven year old woman. In all honesty, her figure is a little fuller now than it was three kids and twenty-five years ago. I think her numbers are 38C, 26, 38. All of that stacked up 5'6" tall. I still find her plenty attractive and I'm sure many other men do too.
Like I said, I'm the strong silent type. I'm 6'2" and 220 pounds. And there's very little fat on the old bones.
Our three kids are all out on their own and we are beginning to enjoy the empty nest. With no kids in the house our sex life has improved both in quality and quantity. We fuck almost as often as we did before our first daughter was born.
That kind of brings you up to date. Now I can relate what happened last night (and is still happening this morning).
Thursday, our computer broke down. I was pissed because I had plans to bring some work home this weekend and get a head start on next week. Our generation doesn't really understand these damn computers and I figured I would be taking it to some shop run by a bunch of pimple faced kids. Jill said there is a computer nerd where she works and she thought he might be able to help us. He came home from work with her last night.
Sam really doesn't look like a nerd to me. He's a pretty good-looking twenty-two year old guy. He's only about 5'10" and kind of skinny. His glasses are thick, but other than that he looks like a regular guy.
After Sam ate dinner with us I went into the family room to work the old-fashioned way, pen and paper.
Jill took Sam into our office and he went to work on the computer. I could hear their voices as a background noise, but couldn't hear what they were saying until, "Shit! Oops sorry." I snickered because Sam obviously knows Jill doesn't care for cussing.
Then he got back to work, but every ten or fifteen minutes he would let loose with another "Shit! or Damn!" followed immediately by "Oops sorry." I got a laugh out of it each time.
Then about 9:30 or so I noticed it had been quiet for some time. I was thinking about getting up to see how things were going when Sam walked into the family room. He gave me kind of a weak (nerd) smile, said "Hi." and went behind the bar.
Sam grabbed the Jim Beam and poured a couple of healthy drinks. He looked pretty nervous when he came around the bar and handed me one and then sat down on the couch opposite me. I could tell first thing this evening that I intimidated him so I thanked him for the drink and tried to get a conversation going by asking him about his work.
His responses were just mumbles and he was really trying not to say anything. He just sat there trying not to look at me and every time his eyes met mine he blushed. Well, I knew what that meant. He had screwed up the computer worse than it had been. So instead of saving a few bucks we were going to be out major bucks. Maybe even have to buy a new computer.
After about five minutes of one-sided conversation I gave up. I put my drink down and started to get back to work. I set that drink down just in time.
Jill walked into the room wearing a black negligee over a black nightgown. They were both transparent enough that her skin was faintly visible. A startled cough escaped from me and my hands shook some. If I'd still had a drink in my hand I would have spilled it for sure.
I assumed she thought Sam had already told me he screwed things up and left. And she was going to try to make me feel better about it by taking me to bed. But when she saw Sam sitting there, she made no attempt to leave or cover herself. Instead, she walked over and sat beside him on the couch.
Sam was grinning nervously. His eyes were darting around the room, afraid to look at Jill or me. My face was so hot I knew it was red. I wasn't the only one, they were both flushed too.
"Sam fixed the computer."
I didn't know what to say so I just sat there wondering what the hell was going on and feeling nerves twitching in different parts of my body.
"He checked out all the programs to make sure everything was working right." She paused again to give me time to say something and when I didn't she continued.
"He found a web site that had been accessed a lot of times. It's called Watching the Wife. We thought you had bought some kind of program to watch me and see what I was doing. That's until we read the opening page. Sam got very embarrassed and tried to close it but I wouldn't let him." Sam jerked like he'd been burned when Jill placed her hand on his thigh.
My face was getting even redder as I realized my perverted desires had been discovered. My mouth went dry and I was beginning to sweat.
"I told him to enter the site. He said he couldn't because it was password protected." She giggled, "Thank you for remembering my birthday, but it's really not a good password."
My face, my whole body felt like it was on fire. Just exactly how much did they know?
"Why don't you show me your cock?" My God. Hearing my prude wife using such language was unbelievable. I groaned as her hand slid up Sam's thigh and found a very large bulge. Suddenly, it seemed like Jill was in control of everything and I had to do what she said. I unfastened my pants and raised up to pull them down.
My heart was pounding when I sat back down. My pants were down to my knees and my cock was rubbing my belly.
"Do you want to get together with some other couples and swap?" It was so godawful hot in there, sweat was pouring off me. "How about a Bi encounter? You want to help me suck another man's cock?" Jill was enjoying my discomfort and obvious arousal. Her hand slowly rubbing the bulge in Sam's pants hypnotized me. I couldn't look anywhere else.
"Do you want to watch another man pound my cunt with his big cock? A black man? Or maybe you want a threesome?" It felt like my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. My insides felt like they were being torn apart, twisted in every direction.
Jill wasn't satisfied yet. She hissed at me, "Do you want to eat a juicy cream pie?"
My head flopped back against the couch and a groan escaped, "Ooohhh."
Jill smiled at me, "Sam, will you give me a nice big load of cum so my husband can suck it out of my wide-open cunt?" With that she got up and pulled Sam up with her. She continued to caress Sam's cock as she moved close to him and started licking his lips.
