My wife and I have been married for getting on ten years, and for the last three have been gradually expanding our sex life. We had both had fantasies but it was only after getting up the courage to share them that we discovered they were surprisingly similar.
Now, it is not unusual for me to share my gorgeous wife with another man, usually a complete stranger. Often she will venture out alone on the hunt for a partner, returning home in the wee hours with tales of her debauched behaviour, in the full and certain knowledge that it will turn me on like nothing else.
I love to hear her recounting how she gave herself over to some guy she had picked up in a bar, allowing him to use her beautiful body as his sex toy, all the while leaking his cum out of her pussy onto the sheets. Occasionally she will manage to hook up with two or three men and these tales are the ones I love to hear.
We often watch porn together and when she sees something she finds particularly sexy she will promise to add this to her next adventure.
Don't get me wrong, our own sex life is very busy. We fuck at least once a day and are happy to do anything for each other, but her extra-curricular activities are the spice.
One particular day we were watching a porn flick in which the male lead had without doubt the biggest cock either of us had ever seen. I mean it was truly monstrous, to the point where we both doubted that the girl would be able to accommodate it. We were wrong of course and, despite the girl's small frame, she took the whole thing in balls deep. It was hard to be exact from watching it on the small screen but he must have been thirteen inches long and several inches round.
I turned to Ella and said, "do you think you would be able to take that?"
She gasped. "Well, I would have said no way, but frankly, if that little girl can, then surely I would be able to."
I turned back to the screen. "She must have had practice though," I said.
Ella shrugged. "So, why couldn't I?"
We both had a laugh and pretty much left it at that. Except that I didn't. For the next few days I couldn't get out of my mind the picture of Ella taking that monster cock. For no apparent reason the image of it would just pop into my mind unbidden, and I had trouble getting it out. There was clearly only one way to do that.
I made some calls the next day, some of which were very difficult. I had to keep in mind that I didn't want to sound like a crazy, and at first I think that was what happened. But eventually I got through to a man who seemed to believe my story. He told me he would pass on my message and if the guy wanted to get in touch then he would. Which, praise be, he did.
"Let me get this straight," he said, "you want me to fuck your wife?"
"That's right," I repeated. I had already given him the low down on our situation and outlined my idea. "Though she doesn't know about it yet," I added. "Naturally I would be willing to recompense you for your time."
"So, you are prepared to pay me to fuck your wife?"
"Err, I guess so," I said.
There was a pause, then he said, "can you send me some photos? Give me some idea what I'm getting into?"
I agreed and went to the laptop and emailed him a bunch of Ella's most revealing snapshots. I waited while he opened the files and looked at them. "This is your wife?" he said.
"Yes," I told him.
"Okay, I'm in," he said.
We decided that it would be easier for us to go to him. He was on the west coast and it was a fairly short plane ride for us. I could sell it to Ella as a weekend getaway and surprise her when we got there.
"What am I going to pack?" She asked when I told her we were going away for a couple of days to the coast.
"Well, it's pretty hot so nothing too heavy," I told her. "Oh, and something sexy too. What about that tiny yellow bikini?"
She gave me that look, the one that always made me hot and bothered. "Sounds good to me," she said.
We had a good flight and checked in to a nice little hotel, one with private cabins which would give us some privacy. The evening we arrived I took her out to a nice Italian restaurant and we shared a bottle of red, which loosened her up a bit. After a pleasant stroll back to the chalet we got comfortable on the sofa.