I looked at my cell phone and saw my wife had called. I waited until my meeting ended, returned to my office, and phoned her back at her office.
"Hey, what's up Lynn?"
She paused for a few moments before speaking. "I got an email from Kevin. He wants to know if I can come over to watch Monday Night Football with him tonight."
"He didn't invite me too?" I smiled. "You want to go?"
"I'd sorta like to, if it's OK with you, of course."
"Sure, why not. It's been a while since we last saw him, right?"
"About a month."
"And you feel you're ready to see him alone?"
"Only if you're totally cool with it."
I paused. "Sure."
"You're the best," she said. I noticed she was quick to accept my offer.
"And you'll fill me in on all the details once you get home after the game, right?"
"Of course."
"OK, have a great time."
"Thanks. I might see you at home before I go. I have to have a shower and shave. If I don't see you, enjoy the game."
"You too, Lynn...if you catch any of it," I said smugly.
"Ha ha, Lars." She hung up.
Before I continue: a little background on Lynn and myself. We've been married almost twenty-two years. Our only child left for college on the east coast two years ago, and she seldom comes home aside from holidays. This gave Lynn and me a chance to spend more time together. We took up running and frequently hit the gym together. Lynn's energy levels greatly increased. She has always been an attractive woman, and has enjoyed the attention her new found fitness afforded her. She is only about 5'2" and still has a slightly curvy body. She has blonde hair (with some help from the hairdresser) and has startling blue eyes.
Our sex life has been pretty solid, all things considered after such a long marriage. We fuck about twice a week and I can usually get her off half the time. She enjoys giving head and will swallow when giving a complete blow job. Perhaps it's a sign of age, but although I still enjoy sex, I don't crave it as I once did. Once or twice a week seems fine for me. I know Lynn would like it more regularly.
One night, about a year ago, after too much Tequila, we were talking about our sexual pasts (before we meet late in her senior year of college.) She mentioned that she had briefly dated one very hung man. While he turned out to be a jerk, he was well endowed and very dominant in bed and was able to make her come multiple times almost every time they went to bed.
Now, I am of at least average size: well over 6 inches but not overly thick.
I teased Lynn that it was a shame she's still not in contact with the hung ex-boyfriend. My waning libido could be made up for if she had an eager playmate. She got mad, and said she'd never cheated on me, and she never would. I told her, "It's only cheating if you husband doesn't know." I dropped the subject and went to sleep.
Perhaps a month later, after some excellent red wine, she seemingly brought up the subject again. "Recall, how you said it would not be cheating if you knew I was seeing someone?"
I was stunned. "Have you been seeing someone?"
"God no! I was just wondering about it. I mean, how do people go about finding such 'friends'. There must be a way. I know there are swingers clubs all over California."
I bided my time. My sweet wife, Lynn, was clearly interested. Yet I knew I had to be cautious. "I'm sure if you wanted to experiment, it would be easy enough to find an interested man."
"You really think so? I'm nothing special."
"Of course you are. You're a sexy woman, regardless of age. I bet we could find someone in a flash."
"You're sweet, but I'm not sure. I would not want to screw up our lives."
"That's a legitimate fear to have. We'd have to have rules in place to guard against such things."
"What rules?" questioned Lynn eagerly.
"Well, no secrets. You would have to tell me everything. And the guy would have to be chosen to please you. He would have to be hung and have the stamina to get the job done."
"I am not going to go pick up some random guy."
My mind mulled over how I would have to proceed in order to not scare my wife out of her own happiness. "Of course not. We would select a man together. And I would be there with you to make sure you're safe."
"You'd be there," ask Lynn?
"Of course. I'm not letting you go off with some stranger we barely know."
"OK. I'm glad to hear you say that. It's still a crazy idea. Forget I ever brought it up."
I told Lynn, I'd forget the idea, but as I fucked her vigorously that night, I could not get the idea of a virile man giving her pleasure out of my mind. I was not sure if it was some kinky idea of mine, or if I just wanted to see my lovely wife fully satisfied. Regardless of my motivations, I moved forward with my plan on my own for several weeks.
One night after a sumptuous restaurant meal and, of course some wine, we returned home. I brought up the subject of her seeing another man again. She balked. "Oh, you're all talk."
"Actually not." I turned on the computer and logged into a fictitiously named email address I had created. In the mail box were about three dozen responses to an advertisement I'd placed on a local swinger's club website.
Lynn looked at me with both shock and surprise. "You're kidding me? You really did it. Oh my God, if you showed my picture, I'll kill you."
"Only carefully selected, G-Rated photos, My Love."
Lynn and I spent the next hour reading through the responses. Most were crude, many had inappropriate photos attached, yet several seemed genuine and polite.
"What did you say about me in the ad," demanded Lynn.
"I just said we were looking for an in-shape, well-endowed guy in his thirties to spend some quality time with a quality woman."
Lynn smiled. "You are sweet. Well-endowed and thirty-something? Why that?"
"Lynn, you've told me about the guy you knew in college. If you're going to be bad, you might as well get your money's worth. Plus, a guy in his thirties would have a chance to keep up with you. I clearly can't."
"You're silly. You keep up just fine."
"Thanks. But just trust me on this, OK?"
Lynn and I edited the respondents down from 37 to 3 she would even consider meeting. We met for a drink with the first one and found him to be too shy an insecure. I knew my wife would need a take-charge man, yet one who was not arrogant. The second man we met for a drink was Kevin. He was a 37 year old architect. He was in shape, well-educated, well-dressed, and very outgoing. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. He was polite and charming as he enjoyed happy hour with us. At the end of the evening, as we walked out to the parking lot I mention to him that our intention was to find Lynn a man with a large penis. Even in the dark I could tell Lynn was blushing. Kevin laughed and told us to follow him behind his car in a dark corner of the parking lot. At this point I felt self-conscious. I really did not want to see man's cock. I told Lynn to follow him. I would remain on watch.
Lynn walked behind the car with Kevin. I could tell he had unzipped his fly. I was uncertain, but I thought it looked like Lynn reached over and was touching him. A minute later they returned, we said our mutual good-byes, and Lynn and I drove home.
"So?" I asked.
"What?"
"His cock, how was it?"
A wide grin crossed her face. "It was nice. Very big, and so fat!"
"You like him? Should we ask him if he's game?
Lynn tried to remain calm. "Sure, if you think he might be the right guy."
I suppressed a laugh. Lynn was clearly interested.
The following weekend Kevin invited us over for a barbeque. He had been divorced over a year, and he had his twin boys with him only on alternating weekends, so he had a lot of free time. After the meal he came over and sat next to Lynn on the sofa. Eventually, he kissed her passionately. It was with an odd mixture of uneasiness and pleasure that I watched them kiss. At one point they broke off the kiss and Lynn looked at me. I could tell she felt self-conscious.
"It's sorta odd with you right here, Honey."
"I'll go make us more drinks," I suggested. "Margarita for everyone?"
Kevin declined, but Lynn wanted one. I went to the kitchen to blend up another batch. About ten minutes later I returned to the living room to see Lynn on her knees sucking Kevin's cock. Now, Lynn loves to give head, but I don't recall her ever sucking my dick on her knees in front of me. Additionally, Kevin's huge penis was totally filling my sweet wife's mouth. Her mouth was stretched obscenely as she sucked the tip and stroked the base. I stood aside as unobtrusively as I could and watched the sensual scene. Kevin was urging her to suck faster and harder, and she was doing as she was told. I knew it would not be long before Lynn tasted the first semen to come from a cock other than mine in over twenty years. Eventually Kevin tensed and I knew he was shooting come into my wife's eager mouth. Lynn is an expert as swallowing come: I am not sure if she loves it, or if she just does not want to be constantly be changing sheets. I was certain I was not going to see any of Kevin's come, when Lynn gaged slightly and a large amount of creamy semen escaped her mouth and splatted onto her blouse. It seemed the amount that had stained her blouse exceeded my normal complete output. Yet Lynn retained her composure and swallowed whatever amount was still left in her mouth.
After that we all adjourned to his large bedroom where he went down on her and licked and sucked her wet cunt for at least fifteen minutes. I know she came at least once. Considering Kevin had just come so recently, I was surprised, and somewhat envious, when I saw him take a condom from the nightstand and roll it on to his fully erect member.
He slipped between Lynn's legs and seemed to be asking us both when he said, "Is it OK if I fuck you now?" Neither of us voiced any protest as he pressed the tip of his large penis at her soaking wet orifice. He fucked her slowly at first, and then he rolled her over to fuck her doggie style, which she normally adores. However, Kevin was so well-endowed, that Lynn was not able to comfortably accommodate him. He eventually took her missionary style again. He placed his hands behind her knees and bent her in half. I was amazed when he was finally buried all the way into her cunt. His thighs and balls slapping against her round ass made a lascivious sound.
I watched him fuck Lynn for at least a half hour. She came about five times. After he came, and went to the kitchen go get is some more drinks, I fucked Lynn too. She felt wonderful and she came as I fucked her too. I came after about ten minutes. We shared drinks, Kevin fucked her once more, and then Lynn and I headed home.
After the third time we visited Kevin, we allowed him to take off the condom – He was not seeing any other women, and had not in several months, and, like me, he had had a vasectomy. I think I was almost as shocked as Lynn was by the amount of semen he ejaculated when he first came inside of her.
Lynn has always prided herself on not leaving a mess after a blowjob, but Kevin tested her ability so swallow come. I watched, and even joined in, during all of the subsequent get-togethers over the next few months. Kevin was clearly an upstanding man. He just enjoyed fucking Lynn. He was not looking to cause harm to our marriage.
One night, while home alone with Lynn, I suggested that the next time I would stay home and catch up on some work and she could go see Kevin alone if she wanted to. She informed Kevin of this news and he was, of course, interested: Lynn was less assured. I told Lynn to try it and see if she liked it or not. If not, she could stop seeing him alone. In an email to Kevin, I told him, all he had to do to please me was to make Lynn happy...and he had to give me an email account of the evening.
