**Disclaimer: this story features a wife sleeping with someone who isn't her husband. Constructive feedback to improve the writing is appreciated, but if the situation isn't your thing, head somewhere else.**
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We had fantasized about sharing my wife with another man for quite some time. It was fun pillow talk, but that's all it ever was, and all I ever thought it would be. I admit that the idea turned me on, the thought of watching my wife's gorgeous body riding a big cock make me twitch, and the sex when we talked about it was always amazing. But it was always a fantasy. Until my friend Tom came for a visit.
Tom wasn't my wife's type. I'm tall, a big framed, and a do all the work around my house myself kind of guy. Tom was short, skinny, and not good with his hands. So when he stopped by for a visit for the weekend, I never expected anything to happen. Friday morning, Tom dropped off his bags and headed into town for his business meetings. We would be meeting up with him later that night after we were all done with work.
My wife knew that Tom had a thing for her, even if she didn't have a thing for him, and she loved dressing to tease him. As we got ready to go out, she put on an extremely low cut top with no bra, and very tight jeans. Her 34dd tits looked amazing in that top and immediately grabbed her and planted a kiss on her lips. She quickly pushed away. "Slow down tiger, there will be plenty of time for that after we get home!" We quickly finished dressing and got into the Uber. Our uber driver spent more time looking in the rear view mirror at my wife's cleavage than he did looking at the road, but we still managed to make it to the bar alive.
As we entered the bar, Tom called us over to a booth in the corner he had commandeered. 3 drinks were already on the table, and we immediately took to catching up. After a while my wife got warm, and she shrugged out of her coat. Tom's eyes practically jumped out of his head as he drank in every detail of my wife's beautiful chest. The conversation continued, although there was a lot less eye contact than there had been at the start of the night! After a few more drinks my wife wanted to dance so we all got up and started dancing. I immediately went over to the bar to watch my wife and Tom dance.