My husband, Mike, and I have finally lived out our mutual fantasy of me having sex with another man while he watched.
We have been married for 15 years. My name is Candace, but everyone calls me Candy. I am 36 years old and still look pretty good. Although I never "work out," my very active life has maintained my figure pretty well. I am 5' 6", 150 pounds and measure 36(C), 25, 38, with long dark-brown hair, green eyes and medium to dark complexion. Mike is 39, 6' 1" and about 210 pounds. His job is very physical and it keeps his ample muscles firm.
We fell in love quickly after we started dating and began a love life that has had ups and downs. But over time the passion has just grown stronger. When we experienced "lulls" in our love life, we always found something new to add excitement. Now, we frequently use toys, fantasies, and erotic stories to keep things exciting. When we use stories, Mike usually reads to me while I play with myself, use toys, or suck his cock. When I read, he usually eats me out while I fondle his cock.
I noticed that there are a lot of stories about men who enjoy their wives/girlfriends having sex with other men. I get excited imagining that happening to me, but I wondered how Mike felt about it. Did the idea turn him on or did he just read these stories because he knows it turns me on? I asked him one evening when we were fantasy talking.
Mike admitted that the idea of me having sex with another man excited him, but only if I wanted and enjoyed it, not like some stories when a man gets his wife drunk or incapacitates her so his friends can have their way with her. He always imagined it happening when both of us wanted it, with a man that I found desirable. Of course, in the fantasy, the man was always a skillful lover and I enjoyed the experience.
He said that its not necessarily something that he wants to happen, but if it ever did, he could enjoy it. Still, it is always good fantasy material. Plus, in fantasies everything is so perfect. The man is gorgeous, well mannered and a great lover, and nothing ever goes wrong. It could be difficult for real life encounters to live up to our fantasies.
This discussion lead us to more hot sex and a better understanding of how we felt. We kept the idea in the realm of fantasy, but it was fun to talk about how we would make it happen. About a year later, we decided that we were both interested in experimenting with the idea. At first, we just looked for an opportunity to present itself to us. We had fun looking, but we never found the right man at the right time.
Realizing that this kind of thing may never "just happen," we considered ways that we could "make" it happen. I didn't think that I could "pick up" a man feel comfortable with personals ads or swingers clubs. We agreed to avoid those methods unless we fail to find a better way. Mike has several handsome friends. He asked if I thought his friends were sexy and if I would be interested if he could work something out with them. I said yes. We discussed ways of getting one of them to help us realize our fantasy, but we feared their reaction and the possibility that they would tell everyone we know.
Then we got an idea from a story we read one night. We have read many stories involving card games, a bunch of guys and a wife/girlfriend who ends up having sex with one or more of the players. Often, she became part of the kitty when her man ran out of chips.
This seemed like it could work. Mike plays poker occasionally with three friends. Although he is no poker master, he is much better than they are, and usually wins while the others take turns winning what's left. The guys he plays with are all attractive and single, although Barry is engaged. He suggested we use one of their poker nights to make something happen. I asked what his plan was. It went like this:
We understood that his plan would cost money because he would have to lose at the poker game, but we it was worth the risk and he should be able to make it back in future games. Mike invited the guys to our house and I made sure everyone had drinks and food. I dressed and moved around in a way to distract the guys and get them worked up.
Mike started out playing his best to get ahead. But before anyone went broke, he started losing hands. He was even able to affect who won some hands. Then he acted desperate, taking risks as if he was trying to win his money back. They even let him buy more chips, but he lost most of them. The guys all felt like they were finally beating Mike and they teased him.
After about an hour, Mike was ready to make the final move in our plan. With barely enough chips for one hand, he looked me inquisitively in the eyes. I nodded, indicating that I was ready. I stood behind Mike, and watched him bluff like he had a really good hand. Actually he did, but he broke up a flush by discarding three. His bluffing act was intentionally bad, and the guys suspected he was bluffing. His new cards did him no good, leaving him two pair. In the final round of betting, he raised the bet with few chips he had left. This scared off Ken and Jack and they folded, but Barry went in for the kill.
He was going to just call Mike's raise, but figured out that by raising, he would put Mike in a position with no chips to call. Mike asked if he could buy more chips. As we suspected, they said it was getting late. It wasn't that late, but they didn't want to give Mike a chance to win everything back.
Mike dramatically paused with a pensive expression, then motioned for me to come closer. He whispered some gibberish in my ear before asking, "Are you ready?"
I whispered back, with an unsettled expression for the benefit of the other guys. We whispered back and forth a few times, acting like he was trying to persuade me. Finally, I said "I don't care!" My voice was loud enough for everyone to hear me.
Mike offered to Barry that to call his raise, he would add a blow-job from me. This took the guys by surprise, but they were all in favor of the deal. Barry won the hand and called me over to pay up. Mike said, "Wait! Give me one chance to win Candy's honor back!"
Barry asked what he had in mind. Mike said, "We all cash in our chips. Then Barry and I play one final hand, head to head. If I win, Candy is mine. If I lose, she's your slave for 15 minutes!" I acted like I didn't like the deal, but I was delighted when Barry accepted it. The cards were dealt and Mike made sure he lost.
I acted bitter toward Mike and strutted over to Barry. I said, since my own husband doesn't value me, I'm going to show him what he just lost!" I bent over and gave Barry a super-hot, open-mouthed kiss. He squeezed my ass with one hand and fondled my tits with the other. It felt so exciting to have another man do this to me, but I broke the kiss and stood up. Before Barry could object that his 15 minutes weren't up yet, I grabbed his hand. "CUM with me, we will be more CUMfortable in the living room. Barry did not get up right away, so I took my top off, baring my breasts for him and the other guys.
Then I turned and walked into the living room. Barry (and the others) followed me. I sat Barry down on a soft chair and immediately reached for his fly. After it was opened and his belt was undone, he lifted his ass so I could pull his pants and shorts off. Then I grabbed his cock, put it in my mouth, and started my best oral action on Barry. I exaggerated my moans for effect, but I did enjoy being so naughty. Barry's cock was rock hard in no time. I took it out of my mouth to appreciate its rigid state. Barry's cock was a little bigger than Mike's, mostly in width.
I looked back at Mike while I continued to stroke Barry's cock with my hand. "Aren't you sorry you lost me playing poker?" Mike shook his head no. Acting pissed, I stripped and moved to our sofa. I laid down, totally naked, and spread my legs, asking Barry if he would like to eat me out. Without saying a word, his tongue spoke volumes. Like a flash, his head was between my legs and his mouth locked on my most intimate parts. Barry was actually pretty good at oral sex and I did not have to "act" like I was enjoying his attention. I started my ascent to an orgasm, and with my breathing becoming ragged, I asked Mike if he was sorry yet. He again denied it.