It was two weeks prior to my 42nd birthday, and my naked wife Janet was kissing me deeply and stroking my cock during our lovemaking. The usual erotic thoughts were racing through my mind, the ones in which others join with us in our sexual fun. I have had such a desire for a long time, and even shared my fantasies with Janet, but without seeing any interest on her part to make them real. As my cock became hard and my breathing heavy, I broke the kiss and put her on her back with me on top of her. She opened her legs, and I felt the head of my cock press against her wet and swollen pussy lips. I could not resist the urge to again tell her of my fantasy.
As I slowly began to slide into her, I whispered that I would love to see her take a big cock, first in her hands and then in her mouth and pussy. I kissed her neck, which always stokes her fire and, with my cock slippery with her juices, I pushed it fully inside her. She usually does not talk very much during sex, but that night was different.
Janet spoke in a soft voice and said, "That feels so good. You feel so big tonight, and I like that."
I told her to imagine that I was a handsome stranger, and that she could enjoy herself fully, without any thoughts other than how good it would be.
To my surprise and delight, she said, "Okay," and "I love you," and began moving against me with more passion than she had shown in a long time. I pressed my chest against her stiff nipples and thrust my cock into her with increasing force, and she groaned loudly and said, "Oh, yes, yes, baby. Give it to me."
I asked if she liked fucking her stranger, and she replied, "Yes, I do. Very much."
I took her wrists into my hands and held them above her shoulders, which seemed in the past to heighten her excitement, and I told her, "He is going to fuck you harder now, and make you cum on his cock."
With her breath coming in short gasps, she spoke loudly, "O, God, fuck me hard. Give me all of your big cock!" and she locked her legs around me, bucking her hips fiercely.
In only a few more moments, I heard the familiar moaning that is the precursor to her orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and told her, "Cum for him, my sweet lover. Make him fill you with his seed." She had an orgasm more intense that I had ever experienced with her. She uttered unintelligible words, and her excited movements caused the bed to slide on the hardwood floor.
I was so excited that I began cumming as if my cock was exploding, and I reached an even higher peak when she said, "I feel it, baby. Fill me up." I can honestly say that at that moment, the fire of intimacy in our marriage was re-kindled.
As she lay in my arms afterward, she asked what I wanted for my birthday. I hesitated, and said, "I don't think you would be willing to do it."
She asked, "What? Tell me. I may surprise you."
So, I said, "Okay, let me dress you up and take you to a couples club."
She laughed and replied, "No, really, what do you want?"
I kissed her softly and said, "That is really what I want, and for you to enjoy yourself even more than you did in the past 30 minutes."
The silence lasted at least 10 seconds, and then she turned her face to me, kissed me deeply, probing my mouth with her tongue, and said, "I will, just for you."
We made love again, and it was volcanic in its intensity.
The next Friday afternoon we went shopping for the outfit she would wear to the club. We were enveloped by the sexual excitement that was growing within us as we went from store to store. We had agreed that her attire should be provocative, but not to the point of demeaning her. We found a very attractive black mid-thigh length skirt, a burgundy, slightly transparent, scoop-necked blouse with buttons, and black high-heeled shoes. For her undergarments, we decided on black stockings, and a push-up bra, crotch-less panties and garter belt ensemble from Victoria's Secret that matched the color of her blouse. We could not wait to get home so we could see her all dressed up.
Adorned in her sexy new attire, Janet was a very stunning and highly desirable vision that would excite any straight man. Her clothes accentuated her natural beauty and feminine form, as she is 5'4" tall, weighs 115 pounds, and has shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes, 34B breasts, a flat tummy, and nicely toned legs.
The neckline of her blouse just covered her bra, and it had buttons down the center to encourage the imagination regarding the beauty of what is underneath. Her skirt fit her closely, but was it not too tight to preclude an exploring hand from traveling up her shapely thighs.
Her new bra pressed her substantial breasts together, highlighting her size and creating beautiful cleavage. Her panties framed her delicious pussy in a most inviting manner, and the garter belt and stockings added a traditionally sexual look. Her heels enabled her toned legs to demand complimentary stares.
She modeled the outfit for me, and asked, "Do you think anyone will notice me?"
I laughed and told her, "You will be the most beautiful woman there, and every man in the room will want to kiss you, caress your body, and feel his cock deep inside you."
In a manner totally out of character for her, she put her arms around my neck and said, "I want you to fuck me now, just as hard as you did when you told me about fucking a stranger." I did, and our intimacy during the next week was frequent and wonderfully satisfying.
It was the eve of my birthday, and we were beside ourselves with the excitement induced by our planned adventure. It was time to shower and dress when an erotic impulse overcame me. I asked her to let me shave her pussy. She had never done that and was not keen on the idea, but she compromised by agreeing to let me shave around her lips and leave a narrow strip of hair above. We went into the bathroom, and I could tell she enjoyed the shaving as much as I did.
When I was finished, her pussy and pubic hair were beautifully presented, and she said, "Now, I really feel naughty."
I watched her dress, and had to catch my breath when she stood before me in her stockings, garter belt, crotch-less panties, bra, and high heels. My erection was rock-hard and she laughed, saying, "You better save that in case a pretty lady needs it."
We arrived at the club about 9:00 PM, and found many couples there. A hostess noticed our hesitation caused by the newness of the circumstances, and she asked, "Is this your first visit here?"
Janet answered, "Yes, and we are a little nervous."
The hostess replied, "Nothing happens in the club that is not completely consensual, so just relax and enjoy yourselves."
It didn't take long for us to get a drink and start dancing. During the slow dances, I held her close and could easily feel her nipples pressing on my chest. I slipped my hand under the front of her dress, stroked her lips through the opening in her panties, and was delighted to find she was already moist. I whispered into her ear, "That's my sweet baby. Tonight is our night to experience wonderful new things. Just let yourself go."
She kissed me and said, "I'm ready, my love."
While in the ladies room, Janet was approached by a woman who told her that she and her husband would like to meet us. They came to our table and introduced themselves as Steve and Kathy. I was thrilled by their appearances. She was a petite, pretty woman with short blond hair, green eyes, and her very fit body was draped in a white, low-cut, and short wrap-around dress. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were clearly evident as they pushed against the fabric of her dress. He was about my height and weight, 6"2" and 200 pounds, and his medium-length brown hair and clothes were typical of a conservative businessman, like myself. I instantly liked them both, and I could tell that Janet was equally interested.
We danced a few times, with the four of us staying with our partners, and really enjoyed the music. We sat down for another drink, and I leaned to Janet and said, "What do you think about Steve and Kathy?"
She smiled and whispered, "I like them both a lot." I was hoping she would say that, and I realized then that our fantasy might become reality.