My wife Marnie is the perfect wife. She is very loving and very sexual-and she has a great ass! Not just a nice ass, but a great one. She loves it when I play with it when I'm taking her from behind, and at times, she loves it stuffed with a toy while my cock is in her pussy. We have a very playful sex life. I have been pestering her to indulge my fantasy to add another man to the mix so we don't need to fool around with toys. She has expressed an on and off interest in the matter, but I know deep down, she is very turned on by the idea. She would never cheat on me, but she liked teasing me about having another man in bed with us.
What she did not seem to fully understand is that I wanted nothing in return. Our sex life was great as it was, and I was not looking to add another woman or play with the guy. I really wanted to give her a gift that I alone could not give, and I was more turned on than ever at the thought of her touching another man's cock, taking it to her lips, or having her ass taken with a large fully swollen tool- especially imagining how intense it must be for her. My turn-on was knowing how much it turned her on. My only requirement was that her pussy remain mine alone- that it stayed special. Our mutual requirement was that it be safe-sex only.
Part of my turn-on about all this is how innocent Marnie looks. She is cute. Definitely cute. Sexy in a cute way. At 28 she still gets carded. She definitely looks younger than her age. She is also somewhat obsessed with "size." When I caught her viewing some interracial group sex porn online, she asked me if I thought all those cocks were really that big. I told her that there probably were cocks that huge, but what would someone do with one? We've run into problem ourselves where I've painfully bottomed out in her. I asked her what the largest cock she ever had was and she told me about a guy who claimed to be ten inches. I was a bit skeptical, and suggested he probably was exaggerating. I then asked her how large she thought I was, and she said I was around seven or eight. I then asked more details about her encounter with the ten-inch guy, finding myself oddly turned on.
Our flirtations with a three-way continued over the course of months. I would ask her to describe the sort of guy she would want to hook up with. She more and more frequently described being turned on by black men, and her internet history use definitely supported this obsession. We also turned to watching DVDs together, particularly the "Screw My Wife" series or interracial group material. She consistently reinforced her belief that these be kept as fantasies- not to be made into reality.
One day after prodding her with my fantasy, Marnie surprised me by telling me she was "ready," but she would only do it on her terms. She wanted to pick the guy, and since she was going to be on the receiving end of things, I could have nothing to say about the matter. Besides, she said, I spent too much time on the internet. And how difficult could it be to find a willing man? So she posted a few pictures with an ad that she wouldn't let me read, on a swingers site, with an account that only she knew the password. Trusting her completely, I agreed to her terms.
After a few days she started spending portions of the evening in our home office with the door closed. This was my signal that she was working on the project, and that I was not to disturb her. She kept me updated in vague terms. A few nights later I heard muted tones of half a phone conversation through the door. I tried not to listen, but I was charged with anticipation and curiosity. When I pressed her for details she threatened to call the whole thing off, and reminded me of the deal we made.
As we made love during this waiting period, I could sense she was completely charged up and sexually insatiable. When we had wild, animalistic sex, I used a large dildo on her ass for practice as she squirmed and gushed how much she loves it.
A few days later she asked if I wanted to back out. I told her I was definitely in. She asked me I had any ground rules. We mutually agreed she could give oral and receive anal- that her pussy would be reserved for me alone.
The next night the phone rang, and a deep unfamiliar male voice asked for Marnie. Immediately I could feel my heart pounding. Marnie grabbed the phone, went into the other room and closed the door. My imagination ran wild. She's been at this search for only a few weeks- what kind of man has she picked? I'm guessing he's professional in some capacity, that he's probably a bit older than her, but older than me? His voice betrayed no age, but he sounded well-spoken. His voice had a firmness to it- a confidence beyond talking to the husband of a woman he wanted to fuck- there was no hesitation to him. I became very turned on as I envisioned the fantasy turning to reality.
Marnie abruptly emerged from the room to hang up the cordless phone. She looked rather flushed and out of sorts. "I'm meeting him tomorrow after work. It is just a quick meet to see if we check out," she stammered. She could tell by the look in my face that she needed to say more. "Um, you probably shouldn't come along. In fact, you can't. I told him it would be just me. You'll just have to trust me. I'll call you as soon as I'm done meeting him." Then, as if to reassure me, she grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.
The next evening required a very patient wait on my part. They had met well over an hour. I guess that probably means things are going well. I couldn't wait for her to call. A half hour later I heard her reassuring voice calling from her cell phone. She was on her way home.
When she arrived home, she looked excited. Marnie wouldn't give me any details other than to say that he was coming over the following night at 8pm, and that his name was Jim. "Jim?" I think. What a nondescript name! I tried to initiate some fun that evening, but she wouldn't have it. She said she wanted to save it all for tomorrow night. I had a restless sleep, longing for relief.
Tomorrow almost never came. The hours began to slow down at 5pm after I returned from work. Neither of us had much to eat. Marnie poured herself a glass of red wine to relax. I followed suit at her prompting. Marnie was taking a long time getting ready. She never took this much time. She finally emerged in her bathrobe. She said that she told Jim that I would be directing all the action, to ensure that I was comfortable with everything. She was leaving me in charge. Our nervous conversation hit an abrupt jolt when the doorbell rang, seemingly louder than it ever has. She told me to answer the door. I had a lump in my throat as I opened to door to an average looking black guy about 6'2" with a shaved head. He looked to be in his later 30s. He seemed solidly built, but lean. He looked me in the eye as he shook my hand and confidently said, "You must be Todd. Jim. Nice to meet you." He didn't sound black on the phone. Oh well, I might as well make the best of this.
I nervously asked him if he'd like a wine, which he accepted. I seated him on the sofa on the other side of Marnie, so the three of us were cozy together. Marnie's shapely legs sliced through her robe. I wonder what she is wearing beneath the robe? My thoughts were interrupted as I realized the blinds are open, which I quickly closed, hoping the neighbors didn't catch any of this scene. As I closed them, I noticed a nice newish Lexus SUV in front of the house.
Jim appeared relaxed as he sat next to Marnie. Of course he's relaxed, I thought, it isn't his wife he's sharing! He sipped his wine, made small talk of the neighborhood, and just happened to rest his hand on Marnie's naked knee. I felt myself becoming very aroused. Marnie cupped my crotch with her hand and said "Oh my... you are turned on by this!" as if in genuine surprise. I could feel my heart beating, and wondered what Marnie was feeling.
I pulled Marnie's robe down around her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts. Jim took the lead and started sucking her nipple, as I sucked the other and put my hand toward her freshly shaved pussy. "Stand up, and show yourself off a bit," I heard my voice say. As Marnie stood, her robe fell toward her feet. "Turn around for us... show us that beautiful ass." Jim reflexively reached out to grab it and said, "I could really get into that!"
"Kneel," he said, not wasting much time. Marnie, now fully nude, arranged herself in front of Jim, facing him as he sat on the sofa. "Unzip me," which she did, revealing an uncomfortable bulge. "Take off my pants," which she did as Jim stood, pants falling to the floor, revealing a tented erection in his briefs. Briefs? That's a bit odd, I thought, but I guess someone bought them. "Take the rest off while you are at it."
