Okay, Here is another one of those, "I never thought I would have anything like this to write about" stories. My wife and I have been married for five years and are very secure in our relationship. We both trust each other completely and tell each other everything. I think that is the only way that the following incident could happen and have a happy ending. Christy is a five foot nine inch blonde bombshell (and that's not just me talking). At six foot two and two hundred lbs. I am not too shabby myself. Both of us spend a lot of time working out or playing sports.
Every time we go out she draws attention from the opposite sex and often other women as well. If I walk away to go to the bar for drinks or to talk to someone else, within two minutes she will have someone approaching her. Me, I get a kick out of it. Depending on the mood, sometimes she will tell them she is married and that I will be right back, or sometimes she will just play along and enjoy the attention. With me working as a DJ, I have had plenty of opportunities to watch her as she hangs out at the club while I'm working.
We had shared our fantasies about being with other people and discussed the possibilities of acting some of them out. All of this led to some interesting conversations as to how we could make this happen and what each of us would be comfortable with. Up to this point, all this was just talk and fantasy material. Then one day, the conversation took a turn. It seems that Christy had started getting friendly with one of the regulars at the bar I work at. During one of our discussions, I asked her whom she would want to hook up with if we were to turn fantasy to reality. She told me this guy, Calvin had been flirting with her and that she found him interesting. He was an interesting combination of a well-dressed businessman, but also a member of a biker gang. (I know, a very unusual combination, but I think that's what drew her to him) Now I knew Calvin too and in our discussion I told her that I would be fine with her getting together with him if the opportunity arose.
As fate would have it, not long after that conversation, the club I was working at held a wet T-shirt contest. Now I knew that if she would enter, Christy would win easily but I did not pressure her to enter or even ask. I didn't have to. Calvin was in the club, and between him and some of the other guys, she was talked into entering.
Normally I would be down on the floor running the contest with my partner playing the music, but since Christy was a contestant, I figured that to avoid any accusations of bias I would stay in the booth and run the music while my partner emceed the contest. This left me behind the contestants as they came up on the stage one by one so I could not see the front of Christy or what she was showing. I could see the look of the lucky stiff who got to soak her with water and the audience as they crowded closer. Just the look on the faces told me they were all impressed. Of course she won by a landslide and for the rest of the night she basked in the glory, wet clothes and all.
While I was working, I watched as Calvin continued to flirt with Christy. I managed to spend some time down on the floor with them, and all three of us spent some time talking. Calvin invited us out to the gang's clubhouse after the bar closed. This was usual since we have made friends with members of the club and had been out there numerous times to party and unwind after getting off of work.
This night it turned out the only people to go to the clubhouse was Calvin, Christy, me, and two other girls. When we realized no one else was coming, the other two girls decided they wanted to go home, but they were in no condition to drive. Well, it didn't take me long to realize that if I took them home, that would leave Christy at the clubhouse alone with Calvin. The moment of decision was upon me. I knew if I left, Calvin would be hitting on Christy.
I decided I was up for this and resolved to get the girls home as quickly as possible and get back to the clubhouse. As I volunteered to drive the girls, I gave my wife a knowing look. I hustled the girls out to my truck and ran into an amazing streak of luck. Another of our friends showed up and finding out that know one else was there, offered to give the girls a ride. As soon as they took off, I quickly snuck back up toward the clubhouse. I knew that Calvin and Christy would have heard the car leave and assume that everyone was gone. I figured this was my chance to sneak up and see what was happening.
As I looked in the window, I was in for a surprise. Things had evidently moved along VERY rapidly. Christy was sitting on the bar spread eagle, naked from the waist down with Calvin's head buried between her legs. I had been gone less than two minutes and Calvin already had her out of her pants. I knew it would be an interesting night.
From the way Christy's hips were clenching and humping against Calvin's tongue, I knew she was enjoying what he was doing. After a thorough tongue lashing, Calvin helped Christy down off the bar and she sat facing away from him on a barstool. Calvin then moved in behind her and started reaching around fondling her while nibbling on her neck.
Because the bar was in my way, I could not see what was going on down below or what her hands were doing. I could only guess as she had them behind her moving her arm up and down. Soon it became frustrating not being able to see everything that was going on. I realized there was another window behind the bar and hurried around to the other side of the building to try to get a better view.
As it turned out, I am glad I moved when I did, because soon after getting to the other window, Calvin stood Christy up and leaned her against the bar with her gorgeous naked ass sticking out behind. My new vantage point gave me a great view of Calvin moving up close and the first dick besides mine since we have been married slowly entered my wife.
