For the longest time I had a fantasy of watching my wife having sex with another man. It turned me on a lot to imagine seeing her laying in bed squirming and moaning while feeling the pleasures that she would get from some other man.
It took me a while before I would lose my shyness and tell her about my fantasy, and after I did tell her she didn't seem bothered by it at all, but to my surprise she rather liked it and on many occasions she would even entertain me by laying in bed and pretending to be having sex with another man and sometimes for my added pleasure she would even go along and act like there was more than just one man in bed with her and I would always get gratification from watching her while I masturbated.
Then one day, after she had put on a little show, she revealed a fantasy that she also had and it was completely shocking when she had told me that her fantasy was watching me having sex with another girl, but she had taken it one step further when she told me how she wanted this fantasy to come true.
After hearing this I had been totally unable to speak for days, but after spending a lot of time thinking it over, I, one day, agreed to take part in her idea.
And so it came to be part of a serous matter where day after day we would spend a lot of time thinking, planning and searching for a girl whom we thought would be the right one for this idea of her's.
We tried looking through ads in adult magazines, online web sites and at one point we even considered trying to join a swingers club she heard about in another state.
It wasn't until a few weeks later after continuously searching and almost giving up on the whole idea when my wife found the person that she would bring into her into little fantasy show.
She was a nineteen year old dancer at a downtown gentleman's club, whom my wife had met while spending an evening there for some girly entertainment. After watching her performance, my wife, who had always been known as a woman who could persuade even the devil himself to be under her command, had invited her over for a few drinks, and it didn't take my wife too long after that, to convince the girl to come over to our house for dinner during the middle of the week.
I was very impressed with my wives ability to get whatever she wanted and the effort she put into this project of her's, to me, was certainly quite an accomplishment to be recognized.
So it was all set, my wives plan was now moving quite well. She would have the girl over for dinner, make her feel comfortable and then manipulate her so she would be controllable and then invite her back the following weekend for the finishing touch, an evening of sex, with me, her husband, while she would watch as her fantasy would come to life before her very eyes.
It wasn't so easy getting through that week, knowing then that in seven days I, this early middle aged man, was going to have sex with another girl for my wives entertainment, as well as mine, but three days before that would occur, the girl had come over for dinner, just as planned.
She arrived around eight that evening and by the looks of her I had found her to be quite beautiful, with a lovely figure, a little shy and such a wonderful delight to be around.
My wife introduced me to her and all I could remember doing was staring at the wonderful body she had and even after we were seated at the table, all I kept thinking about was how in a few days I would be in my bed room with this hot looking girl laying on my bed and submitting herself to me just as it had been in my wives fantasy.
After dinner my wife and the girl sat together in the living room and chit chatted until late that night. As suggested by my wife, I kept my distance from them so they could be alone to communicate, and it wasn't until near midnight when they were done talking and the girl had then left promising that she would be back to our house that weekend.
I had been so thrilled at how successful my wife handled this whole ordeal of convincing the girl to come back for my pleasure as well as her own, that I couldn't help but to feel like one of the luckiest men on earth.
Through out the rest of the week, during the evening, my wife drilled me over and over in detail on how she wanted everything to go just the way it had happened in her fantasy. And I listened and agreed.
Late Friday night, on the day before the girl would return, my wife seeing how tensed I had been decided to ease the pressure from me by performing her live sex show where she would once again pretend for me that she had been in bed fucking another man.
Again she would lay in bed and remove her bra and panties as though someone had been removing it for her and she moved her body around as though she were really having sex with someone, but it was the way she spoke out telling me just how much she enjoyed having another mans cock inside her that sexually stimulated me so much that it didn't take me long to get hard.
I then undressed and as usual I masturbated while watching her.
I grunted with delight as she played her part well, moaning and groaning like she had always done before and I listened as she again had told me how much she enjoyed another man pleasing her. And when I finally couldn't take it any longer I would stand near to her and release myself onto her body.
After the show my wife teased me with talk of another fantasy that she had along with a surprise that she would only reveal to me at the end of tomorrow nights adventure.
The next day, the thought of what she had told me about her having another fantasy, with a surprise, included, wouldn't leave my mind. After all, what other guy could ever say that their wife was going to live out a fantasy and watch as her husband gets to fuck another girl, which had been so wild beyond my imagination and now knowing my wife had another fantasy and a surprise too, had me losing my mind.
After the morning and afternoon chores had been done and the evening had arrived, and with less than twenty minutes for our loyal subject to visit, my wives "fantasy turned to reality" debut was soon to begin.
All the lights in the house were off except for the lights in the living room and the master bedroom upstairs, which were dimmed low. And there had been this eerie exotic music that she had playing quite softly that would play throughout the evening from a stereo system we had set up in both the living room and the master bedroom.
It had been ten forty three when our dancer arrived. She had come a little late and apologized for doing so, but my wife didn't mind and used that as an excuse to put the girl in a position to feel like she owed her something and then asked the girl, after serving her a drink, if she would consider putting on a little dancing show for the both of us, which she agreed to do.