One night as we were talking about my husband's naughty sexual encounters, he said it was one of his fantasies to watch me being fucked by another man. I wasn't too surprised, as he had liked it in the past when men had paid attention to me. After this revelation, we often talked about different sexual scenarios and the men to which I was attracted. Talking about the situation made us both very aroused and horny. We would end up having hot frantic sex lasting for hours. I am a sensitive and loving person, but could I have sex just for the pleasure of it? I felt more secure in our relationship. I was beginning to understand Scott's point of view. But how would he feel if I slept with another man? If I started to dress provocatively would he begin to feel insecure and threatened?
Scott started to set challenges for me. Out went all the dull clothes and underwear. In came the new clothes, tight jeans and tops, short skirts and only G-strings and lace bras from now on! He would sometimes dictate what or how I should wear my new wardrobe. As we were working in the same area of town, it was easy to dress sexy for him. He would leave early for work and phone me from the office and ask me to masturbate while we were on the phone. This was a new experience for me, as I had never done this before. It was so exciting telling him what I was wearing and what I was doing to myself. The buzz of the vibrator down the phone line would drive him nuts. He bought me Bengal balls to wear, so that I was constantly aware that they were inside me, and it felt sexy knowing that they were moving around keeping me aroused.
Engineers would come in my office on business and Scott would ask me to discreetly flash them when I was wearing a short skirt. Bending down to pick up a file wearing a loose open neck shirt and flashing my new lace bra! It was amazing to see their reactions. This teasing would excite us both and we would kiss and fondle each other winding ourselves up for the evening ahead when we were in the car on our way home. Sometimes we would make love on my desk when the staff went home early. Even the photocopy machine served its purpose! To spice up our sex life, we often used to play games. We would go out for dinner and would watch the couples around us and make up stories about them. Scott would ask me which men in the restaurant attracted me, and who out of all our friends turned me on.
He would also tell me whom he found attractive, and with which women he would like to make love. Because we were so open and frank with each other, the inhibitions were falling away and I was feeling good about myself. I didn't feel threatened or inadequate. With my new self-confidence, I felt people warming to me. People we had known for years who had very little contact with me in the past started to come over to talk. I have always been easy going, and Scott had never had the restrictions that some married men have. He could always bring friends home for beers and come and go as he pleased. His friends would comment that he was so lucky. When he told me this in the past, I just thought he was trying to build me up, but as time went by, I realized that many men were really kept on a very tight leash!
We had a single male friend Gary. He had a steady girlfriend, but was a confirmed bachelor. The three of us got on well and he used to visit us once a week on his own. My husband often said that he had seen him looking at me as a woman, opposed to just a friend. I just didn't believe that he was attracted to me sexually. Let us put it to the test was my husband's retort. A few days later, Gary came over for a few drinks. I was wearing a long soft flowing dress with buttons all the way down the front. Scott had been teasing me before he arrived, and had unbuttoned a number of the bottom buttons. I was climbing the stairs with a drink tray in my hands, and of course the dress fell open, showing my bare legs and a glimpse of my white thong. Gary stopped in mid sentence and tried so hard to hide the fact that he had seen my dress fall open, and all that it had revealed. He was visibly distracted as I lent forward to hand him a beer.
This was the beginning of the seduction of Gary. I liked him and had known him for years. I felt safe and at ease in his company. In the past, I had not looked at him as a potential sexual partner, but with my newfound confidence, it was easy to play the seductress. His response was encouraging! We would all sit in the spa and talk for hours. We dared each other to reveal our inner most secrets and sexual experiences. Initially Gary was uncomfortable, but Scott had many experiences to tell. When Gary saw that I was not offended, it encouraged him to speak about his own. I had a few stories to tell, and even telling them of sexual groping while as a teenager had them squirming with pleasure. The men were always naked, but I would wear a bikini bottom. As I became more brave, with Scott's and Gary's encouragement, I would take it off under the cover of the bubbling water.
It was very sensual, the three of us lying in the warm water naked, horny and talking about sex. I was turned on by their anecdotes and would position myself over the outlet jet and let the force of the water gush against my clit. There was many an evening where I would quietly cum, controlling my movements against the water jet and just pushing myself over the edge, moving off hoping that I had not been too obvious. The men would have their hands on their cocks as they listened or told stories, and I could see their arms moving as they gently massaged their throbbing cocks. Scott would tease us and say that I had never seen an uncircumcised penis. When it was Gary's turn to get the drinks, I would sneak a glance at his uncut cock as he brought me a drink.
It was stimulating to see him exposed, his helmet peeping out from beneath his foreskin. I started to wonder what it would be like to hold and suck. When it was my turn to climb out of the spa, Gary would get a glimpse of my shaven pussy and bare breasts. I could hear him draw a deep breath and muffle a groan. It felt good to get such a positive reaction. Gary's attitude changed toward me. He would hug and peck me on the cheek goodbye, and became very attentive, bringing flowers from his garden or chocolate for us all to eat. I was genuinely fond of him and I was happy that he enjoyed being with us and sharing our experiences. We were all getting less inhibited. We would dim the lights
and play strip poker.
I was not a very good player and there would be a pile of rings, clothes and underwear mixed with Gary's assorted clothing on the chair. He was totally distracted, even though I was partially hidden by the dining room table. Scott would take great delight in being the winner. The only one still dressed! One day we were talking about sex and relationships as we often did. We told him we had made a photo album of nude pictures and me making love to Scott. He was squirming in his seat as we told him what we had done. He remarked that he would love to see the album. I left the room for a while to mix us some drinks and this gave them a chance to talk freely. Gary asked Scott if we would ever show him the album. Scott was taken by surprise, as he hadn't thought about ever showing it to anyone and laughed it off as a joke.
For weeks Scott and I talked about what it would do to us if we were to let Gary look through the album. We both got very excited about the prospect of someone else seeing photos of us make love and seeing my hidden talents. But what would he think seeing us so exposed. All our self-doubts and hang-ups came out. Were we too fat? Would he laugh at Scott's and my sexual maneuvers? Would he be horrified at my sluttish behavior? We were not really sex star material. There would have to be a couple of provisos. The next time we saw Gary, we told him that we had decided to let him see the album, but there were a couple of things that had to be made clear. He would only be able to view it with us in our home, and that he was not to mention it to anyone. He could not believe it. He was so excited, and said that there was no way that he would hurt us. He would be privileged to watch it, and he would respect our privacy.
The anticipated day arrived. I was so nervous and yet excited at the same time. Would he laugh or scorn our sexual antics? Would he think I was a big cock tease, and would we still be friends after such a revelation? Gary arrived, and he looked feverish with anticipation, but also nervous. Why was he nervous, we were the ones showing our most intimate moments? We lowered the blinds in the living room. We had a few beers and then opened the album on the coffee table. As Gary started to page through the book, I again had doubts, and Scott was feeling the same way. What had we done? We kept looking at Gary, gauging his reactions. His eyes were riveted to the album. Moans of approval were heard, and we started to relax and enjoy showing him the photos. After Gary had looked through the entire album, we decided to move to the spa for a soak, some beers, and more conversation.
On my left, Gary was making positive comments and quietly stroking his raging hard on, thinking that his movements were hidden beneath the bubbling water. Scott was on my right and I was massaging his hard cock under the water. He was so aroused that he kept stilling my hand, as he was so close to coming. I was between them both. The outlet jet from the spa was squirting between my legs. I moved slowly down, allowing the jet to pound against my clit. How good that felt! I was so aroused, I felt my clit swelling, and kept moving off the jet as I didn't want to come right then. Just holding it on the edge and controlling the orgasm.
"That is a fantastic album. You have no idea how arousing it is to view such uninhibited and erotic photos with the two people in the photos here beside me."
Much to my embarrassment, Scott said that I should measure the level of Gary's appreciation. "No way!" I said, mortified at the thought. It was one thing fantasizing,
