I suppose after 15 years of marriage you could say we were in a sort of sexual rut, a happy rut, but a rut nevertheless. Janice and I married young, she was 18 and I was 19, both of us went to the marriage bed as innocent virgins with no practical experience or knowledge to guide our first amorous fumblings. Sex became a joy in our lives, once we had the hang of the mechanics of the act, however, it was five years before we realised that there were other ways of doing it than in the missionary position and that discovery was a fortuitous one. Not being social animals we tended to hire videos to watch at home and on this occasion a porn video had been put in the case for Blazing Saddles, it was a surprise to find ourselves watching hard core sex action and an eye opener. After that we sort of explored sex by borrowing books from the library and hiring porn films, it certainly broadened our horizons and added excitement to our lives. We tried all the positions that were physically possible, oral and anal sex, experimented with bondage and SM, we even tried exhibitionism and outdoor sex.
Over the years things we had tried became part of our regular routine with some of the more ‘unusual’ things being done on special occasions. Fantasy games were also part of our sex life, once we found out about them, but they were more of the Slave Girl and master type of game until just after our fifteenth anniversary we had never thought about other people in our fantasies. Goodness knows why, but one evening after we had watched a gang-bang style porn video and were fucking in bed Janice asked the question.
“Do you ever fantasise about me being fucked by another man or men like that girl in the film?”
Of course my answer was ‘No’, but her question did start me thinking about it and as I slowly moved in and out of her I looked down at Janice. My wife is not Miss World, but she is beautiful in my eyes, her slender 5’ tall body, small breasts and impish blue eyes gave her a little teen girl look despite her actually years. Her blonde shoulder length hair bounced as we moved together.
“Have you ever had that fantasy?” I asked softly.
“Not until now.” She breathed up at me. “Would it excite you to see another man fucking me Paul?”
In my mind I remember picturing my lovely 34 year old wife being fucked by another man and my cock got harder at the thought.
“Yes!” I gasped out as I began to pound into pussy heavily.
That night we hit a new peak of rapture and after that the fantasy of Janice being fucked by men other than myself became a regular part of our lovemaking. As we fucked she would describe what her fantasy lover would do to her, how he would touch her and how he felt, but it was all fantasy, neither of us truly desired such a thing in reality. Strangely when I asked Janice if the fantasy of me fucking another woman turned her on the way I got turned on by thinking of her with another man her answer was a decisive and very positive ‘No’. She seemed to become seriously upset at the mere suggestion of me with another woman and that was the one and only time the question was ever raised between us, though I did sporadically think about it in the silence of my own mind while I was fucking Janice, though not very often.
So there you had our sex lives, exciting, but not audacious, which was pretty much the description of our lives. We worked, went to the occasional family gathering and the even more occasional party, everything regular and routine. That was until Janice’s younger sister Ann invited us to a Christmas party being held at the home of her latest boyfriend. Ann was the black sheep of my wife’s family, a true party animal, never without a boyfriend and no virgin from the age of 14, or so Janice told me. We had little contact with Ann so it was a surprise to receive the invitation, in fact Janice was tempted to turn it down at first, but her sister eventually persuaded her to agree to go since it was ‘Just a Christmas Party’.
On the night of the party Janice dressed up in a black evening gown that she had bought and never worn outside the house thinking it a bit too daring. The dress was short , coming to just above her knees and since I thought her legs one of her best features I liked the idea of her showing them off; it clung tightly to her slender figure highlighting her curves, the neckline was deep and plunging and although she did not have large breasts the dress clung tightly to them which emphasised them, that and the thin shoulder straps meant she could not wear a bra with it. Which was another point in the dresses favour in my opinion. With her hair loose around her shoulders and light make-up she looked young and oh so desirable.
“I’d love to Paul,” Janice laughed when I suggested we skip the party and stay home to fool around. “but we promised Ann we would go. We needn’t stay long though.”
So we called a taxi and went to the party fully intending to leave it after an hour or so.
Ken’s home turned out to be a three bedroom detached house which we learnt he shared with two other guys. Ann greeted us at the door, she was very much like Janice in looks only more filled out and not wearing as well as my darling wife. She ushered us in, showed us where to put our coats then led us to the living room which was large and spacious, the lighting had been dimmed I supposed to set an intimate party mood. Pointing me in the direction of the bar Ann drew Janice aside and while I was bringing the drinks back I saw them in close conversation. As I rejoined them Ann gave me a grin and an airy wave then flitted off to mingle with the other guests, Janice watched her go with an annoyed look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked handing Janice her drink.
“God knows how I let her talk me into it,” she frowned as she took a sip of her drink. “but I’ve agreed that we’ll stay to the end of the party to help clean up.”
I sighed both aloud and mentally as our plans of leaving early to spend the night fucking went out the window. Looking around the I saw Ann laughing with a couple of men and the thought of strangling her flitted across my mind. In all there seemed to be ten other couples there, including Ann and Ken, all of them were strangers to us and I was not looking forward to a long night of socialising with people I didn’t know. Music was playing fairly loudly and a few couples were hopping about to the racy strains, neither Janice or myself really enjoyed fast dancing so we drifted off into a corner to while away the time.
The next couple of hours were boring, it was clear to us that the rest of the partygoers were good friends and their lively chatter competed with the noise of the fast music. Not that we were ignored, people came and joined us in our corner to chat and joke, somehow our glasses always seemed to be topped up even though I never went to the bar and by eleven we were both very slightly drunk. The drinks added to the feeling of frustration we both felt from having our plans dashed, but after a while we sort of gave a mental shrug and started kissing and doing a little light petting in the dimness of our private little corner. I guess we were just drunk enough to be more daring than usual because a few times when people joined us to chat I would secretly stroke my wife's buttocks quite firmly and rather than being annoyed she would give me an impish grin each time this happened.
“Someone’s feeling fruity.” Janice commented to me with a broad grin after the latest of those situations.
