I never realized how common of a turn-on it is to see a man's wife get fucked by another man. I thought I was crazy for thinking like this, but I guess I'm not. It's been great seeing my wife score with different men. It's opened her up to more and different possibilities and pleasures. It's broadened our sexual horizons, and it's done wonders for our marriage.
My wife and I have been married for almost 5 years. She is a traditional Indian woman with a pent up passion like a dam waiting to break. She never admitted to having these fantasies, but I always knew she was insatiable. My wife is 5'3", average breasts, but a killer hot ass and legs. She also has ass-length velvety black hair which could make a man's heart skip a beat. When she wears a short skirt, she turns heads---she has a nice heart-shaped ass, nice thighs, and a really nice pussy to match.
When we first married, we were having sex several times a day, and then things got boring for her and we were barely having sex. I suspected someone else, but I was wrong. I just couldn't figure it out. Then, it dawned on me...she needed some release, a different flavor, a fresh outlook.
I always saw her stealing glances at good-looking blonde men, but she always suppressed her desire to even look. I never minded.
It's been up and for the past few years it's been on the downside, until I met my friend Geoff...
I met Geoff through a computer class I was taking at a local community college. We'd hang out after class, go out for drinks, and Geoff would come to our house for dinner parties once in a while. Geoff is about 6'2", blonde, and not a bad-looking guy. I could always tell that he had a thing for my wife, and he always checked her out and flirted with her, and my wife always flirted back.
I had been fantasizing about my wife pleasuring another man for a really long time, but I wanted to be discreet about the whole thing. I thought it would spice up our marriage a little. So, I took the initiative to make it happen.
Last week, we went out with Geoff and his roommate, and the flirting was really obvious this time. He kept complimenting my wife, and she was eating it up. He wasn't even looking at me or his roommate. It was like he was on a date with my wife, and she didn't mind one bit.
My wife was wearing a thin white shirt with a tight black miniskirt. I knew Geoff had a bulge in his pants. After some time, Geoff's roommate left to meet up with some other friends, and I got up to talk to one of my colleagues from work. I thought I'd leave them both alone to get better acquainted...
After a few minutes I came back to the table. My wife was eating up every word he uttered! No bland stares or glossed-over eyes. He could have been talking about macadamia nuts and she would have been laughing and smiling the whole time. Well, they started talking about recipes. Both of them apparently liked to cook, and my wife stated that she'd like Geoff to show her a good recipe for salsa because we were having a party really soon. Hmmmm that was quick. I had NO idea about a party in the works.
After dinner, we went to see a movie and then we said our goodbyes. The next morning my wife asked for Geoff's email address because she wanted to get the salsa recipe from him. I gave it to her and so I wouldn't get suspicious, she emailed a bunch of people to invite them to a party we were having in two weeks.
She emailed Geoff and within 5 minutes flat, he answered back---he wanted to show my wife more recipes, and that he had all the ingredients she needed to make these items. What enthusiasm!
After a few days, my wife said that she was catching a train to go to Geoff's place early from work and that I should come over later and try out everything they made. I knew that Geoff had the day off, and I'm sure he had more in mind...I had taken the day off too just so I wouldn't miss any action. I had a knot in my stomach, knowing what was probably going to happen.
That morning, my wife packed a bunch of casserole dishes, and a bunch of other stuff. She had these really tight black pants on which made me drool. I also saw that she packed a black sweater and another miniskirt with an apron. I kissed her goodbye, and told her that I might be a few hours late, but not to worry.
