While we had often talked about it during sex, the fantasy of seeing and hearing my wife with another man didn't seem to ever come close to being realized.
I had brought home an eight inch vibrator, shaped and veined like a massive cock. I would fuck her with it while she sucked me off. She claimed to enjoy the sensation of two organs in her at the same time. Yet, afterwards reality returned. She had no desire to have anyone in her bed but me.
And so I turned to the A.S.S. for the fictional and semi fictional descriptions of others who had enjoyed the fulfillment of this fantasy. Occasionally I would share the writings with her, demonstrating that it was not an unique or unusual fantasy, and that others had tried and liked the experience.
It was at the same time that I realized that vocalizations were an incredible turn-on for me. While I cared little for "talking dirty", just the sound of an "Oh, that feels good," or a "do it softer, harder, etc." made me wild with desire. We agreed to practice that aspect in our sex lives. She said she could take it or leave it, but assented to verbalizing her feelings for me.
Within six months, she was talking a blue streak and our sex lives had never been better. She was interested in trying different positions. She settled on doggie style as her favorite.
"It feels wonderful and dirty," she said. "It's very exciting."
"Now you know how I feel when you talk to me," I responded. "And why I'd like to see you with someone else."
Her second favorite position was astride me. "It gives me the feeling of being in control. I like that," she said.
She paused one evening, while riding me and asked, "Tell me about your fantasy. What would it be like?"
And so, as she rode me, I described the whole scene to her. It made her incredibly aroused. She bucked on me, squeezing me with her cunt muscles and screaming the arrival of each new orgasm.
Afterwards, during the snuggling session, she said, "Do you really want to do all that?"
"That's my fantasy," I replied. "Don't you have one you'd like to see come true?"
"Not really," she said. "I guess I'll just share yours."
We celebrated my 33rd birthday on a Friday night. The house was full of friends and a few relatives. Balloons and streamers hung everywhere. We had wine, beer, snacks, and of course, birthday cake. The gifts were decent and I was feeling warm and welcomed in my group of friends and kinfolk. A single guy from my wife's workplace, Patrick, was also in attendance. I had seen him several times, but we had never really gotten to know each other.
Throughout the evening, Patrick, or Pat, as my wife called him, wore a small red bow on his lapel.
"Are you into AIDS support?" I asked, indicating the ribbon.
"I'm not really an activist. No, Jan asked me to wear this," he answered.
The party broke up at about eleven. Most of our friends had to work on Saturday. The relatives all had children with baby-sitters they had to collect. As the guests filtered out, my wife would wish them well and thank them for coming. Eventually, the only ones left were Pat, Jan, my wife, and I.
"A real nice party, Jan," I said. "Thank you." "The best is yet to come," Jan giggled. I suspected she'd had a touch too much of the wine. "Really?" "You haven't asked about my present, yet," she said. "Well, I thought the party..." I began. "Was just the start," she smiled. "Did you see Patrick's red bow?" "He said you asked him to wear it," I replied, somewhat proud of my detective work. "Did he tell you why?" Jan inquired. "No. Just that you told him to wear it." "Pat is going to be my present to you," Jan said with finality.
What the hell? I looked at Pat. He shrugged.
"You are to go upstairs, birthday boy, undress, and seat yourself in the hard backed chair in our bedroom," Jan instructed me. "Do you understand me?" "Yes, I understand what you said." "Pat and I will be up in a few minutes," she said. "Oh," she continued, "and before I forget," she held out a triangle of black cloth. "Form this into a blindfold and tie it on yourself."
I leapt for the stairs. In the room, I stripped, folded the triangular cloth into a blindfold and tied it and sat in the hard-backed armchair as Jan instructed me. I sat there, my mind racing through a variety of scenarios while I waited for Pat and Jan to arrive.
"Oh dear," Jan exclaimed as she walked into he room. "This won't do! The chair is turned wrong. Stand up, Brian," she instructed. I stood. She shuffled the chair around then led me by the hand to the newly situated seat.
"Now you're facing the corner, like you're supposed to. And, no cheating. "Pat, will you help me bind him to the chair?"
"If that's what you want," Pat answered.
My arms were tied to the chair arms with strips of cloth. Then my ankles were bound to the legs of the chair.
"There," Jan pronounced. "I don't think he can move out of there, do you?"
"I don't see how," Pat responded.
Suddenly my wife's lips were at my ear. I could feel her hot breath as she whispered, "Remember. You asked for this. Tonight, I'm going to let Pat fuck me. And you're going to hear it all."
My heart leapt in my throat and my gut did a serious flip. She was really going to do it.
"Kiss me, Pat," she ordered.
I strained to hear the joining of their mouths and wet slurping of their tongues dueling each other. My wife groaned gently.
"Oh, that is so nice. You're a wonderful kisser, Pat." Then the sound of more smacking and slurping.
"I think we should take off our clothes, don't you?" I heard my wife say. Then, "Here, let me help you with your belt."
I heard the tinkle of metal as she unlatched the buckle.
"Why, Pat? Are you hot for me already?" Jan giggled. I heard Pat groan this time.
"Oh, that's a wonderful cock, Pat. Do you mind if I kiss it?"
I strained at my bonds, briefly and turned my head to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse through the bottom of the blindfold. But I had done too good a job. All I could see was blackness.
My ears stretched to hear. There was a smacking, then a small moan from Pat. I could visualize my wife taking the head of his cock between her lips. I let out my own groan.
"Brian must be able to hear me sucking on your cock, Pat. Can you hear that, Brian?"
"Yes," I breathed.
"He has a wonderful cock, Brian. All hard and velvety smooth. I'm going to lick and suck on it now," she told me.
The picture danced through my mind. I could see her licking his length in my imagination, then taking him between her lips and sucking him into his mouth. Her small groan indicated to me she had engulfed him.
