For those who have read some of my other stories it might be worth a couple of clarifying comments before you read. This is a story about a loving married couple who believe that life should be enjoyed to the fullest. We are not swingers or perverts. We are both very sexual and while my wife appears to be a gentile Southern lady, she is an extremely sexual person and fabulous lover.
The problem with being married a long time is that couples frequently stop fucking. This does not mean they don't have sex, just that good old fashion sport fucking usually stops after a period of time. Taking an occasional lover from time to time allows the hot, steamy, sexy sport fucking to be revived and in our case, enhances our own sex life immensely.
For those who have never experienced watching another man pleasure your wife, it is extremely exhilarating. I am a voyeur and my wife is an exhibitionist. We are secure in our marriage and neither of us is the jealous type. Watching her have pleasure does not make me a cuckold or a submissive husband. Watching my hot wife have orgasm after orgasm with another man or woman stimulates us both and always results in hot sex for a period of time after our encounter.
So please read with nothing but pleasure in mind. Surely some readers will be judgmental and critical. That goes with publishing stories like this. But make no mistake about it. These stories are shared in order to allow you to relive with me the hot, steamy moments that have made my marriage and my sex life the best ever.
It has been some time since we had a threesome so my wife and I discussed it and decided it would be fun to do it again. The timing has to be just right and my wife has to be "in the mood" as we are not hard core swingers or swappers. So recently she gave me the okay to identify and interview an appropriate candidate.
After lots of emails and discussions I found a former Marine who was divorced and had a good sense of humor. We agreed to meet for a personal interview without my wife present. We met at a coffee shop north of Atlanta and we hit it off immediately. Clay is about 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs about 190 pounds. He is very fit and lean. The thing that impressed me most was the fact that he is polite and fun. In addition to the photos he sent me indicated he had a nice cock and he told me he knew how to use it..........more on his equipment later in the story.
We met for about an hour and discussed sports, politics and, of course, my wife. I told him the rules and told him he must be polite and respectful at all times. The only rule that really matters is the tried and true "no means no" rule. She must always be in control and never feel threatened. Clay wanted to know about me. Would I participate? Yes. Was I bisexual? No. Would I be taking photos? Yes. What were his limits with my wife? No limits as long as she is okay with it. Did he have to use a condom? No.
What would I be doing while they were fucking? Taking photos and watching them enjoy themselves.
I told him to act like I was not even in the room (at least until I became so aroused that I had to join in for some relief). Finally I asked him to go to the men's room and show me his cock. I know what my wife likes and I always want to be thorough with my research. We went into the men's room and we had to make it quick so no one got the wrong impression. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out the longest and thickest cock I had ever seen. I have been in many locker rooms and seen some large cocks but his is the thickest I have ever seen. The real thing confirmed the photos he had shared with me.
It was about 6 inches long and at least 2 inches wide and he was still limp. He told me it grows to about 9.5 inches long and is 7 inches around and about 2.5 inches wide. This would certainly be the thickest cock she had ever had and we left the men's room and headed to our cars. The threesome was on.
I told my wife about the meeting and introduced the two of them via email so they could communicate directly, hopefully with some steamy sexual chatter prior to getting together. Indeed, that is what happened. They communicated via email and discussed fantasies, desires and told each other what they really like to do in the bedroom.
During the course of their discussion it became apparent that my wife was not interested in a "slam, bam, thank you ma'am" even though we all knew what would happen when we got together. Turns out she wanted to be wined, dined and seduced (even if the outcome was predetermined).
Clay responded like a champion and readily agreed. In fact, he came up with a plan and once we agreed on a date and place, the seduction was on even as the email dialog continued.
We agreed to meet at the St Regis Hotel in Atlanta and we picked a Friday evening so we did not have a work day schedule. Clay found out from his conversations with Maggie what all her clothing and shoe sizes were. He went to the hotel and paid for the room and dropped off a package. Contained in the package were the following items: a very lacy and sexy black bra (even though Maggie rarely wears a bra she agreed to do so for this occasion), lacy black thong panties (barely and eye patch), fish net, thigh high stockings with a black garter belt and a very slinky and sexy black silk dress with a low scoop neck line. Also included was a pair of black 5 inch heels which accented Maggie's wonderful legs.
Clay had also paid for a full facial at the spa and a one hour massage so that she could be completely relaxed when we got together. We agreed on a time to meet and once we checked in to the hotel early Friday afternoon we unpacked and the adventure had begun.
Maggie went straight to the spa to begin her pamper session. Clay had arranged everything as he took the seduction seriously. Maggie was eager to be pampered and she was looking forward to the entire experience. The spa was a delicious way to begin.
I went to the gym and worked out before taking a nice, relaxing steam bath and returning to the room.
Maggie spent almost three hours in the spa and came back relaxed and glowing. She had obviously enjoyed the relaxation as she rarely takes time out for herself. She returned to the room and immediately asked me to open the fine bottle of French champagne that Clay had waiting in an ice bucket in the room. Maggie relaxed in her luxurious fleece robe while sipping her champagne and reading a magazine. To say she was relaxed would be an understatement.
Around 6:30 we dressed for the evening. Clay was to meet us in the bar at 6:45 sharp. Maggie was a bit nervous but the champagne and the massage helped get her mentally and physically ready for the evening. We kissed gently as we left the room. I asked her if she was ready to be seduced and she smiled and said, "You bet, let's see how smooth your friend is."
When I asked Maggie how he had done so far, she smiled and shook her head in the affirmative. It was a very sexy smile and I hoped she would have a lot more smiles as the evening wore on.
We entered the dark and noisy bar and spotted Clay sitting in the corner where we had agreed he would be. He was wearing a navy blazer, white button down collar dress shirt, pleated gray trousers and black Gucci loafers with no socks. As we approached he stood up and politely pointed to a chair in the corner next to where he was sitting. They exchanged looks while they shook hands. He bent and kissed the back of her hand and charmingly said, "I have been looking forward to this meeting and I thrilled to meet you in person. This is going to be a terrific night and it will be all about you." Maggie smiled demurely as she took her seat.
After we all ordered drinks and had some "get to know you" chatter we all three warmed up. Clay was charming, polite and attentive. He engaged Maggie by looking directly into her eyes and was lightly touching her hand or arm as they talked. It did not take long for Maggie to start returning the touches as she initiated a soft touch on Clay's arm and then his hand.
At some point Clay's hand disappeared below the table. I glanced down and noticed that their legs were touching and they were both moving their legs slightly.........the beginning of the more intimate touching that would surely ensue. I later learned that Clay was gently caressing her leg with his hand and it did not take long for him to move under her skirt and find the soft flesh above the top of the stockings. He adjusted his chair to get even closer to Maggie and he brushed against her very large (39DD) breast. It sent no overt signal to the other patrons but I was watching closely and observing my wife actually being seduced as she had wished.
After the second drink the conversation turned steamy and Maggie loosened up and responded to Clay's rather direct questions about what she liked in the bed. At one point Maggie looked at me and her eyes were larger than saucers. I looked under the table and I saw that Clay had moved her hand to his crotch and she was feeling his impressive cock through his pants.