The very first time that I mentioned my fantasy to my wife she responded by pretending to gag. She said that I must be joking. How in the world could a man find anything appealing about watching his wife make love to another man? I responded by reminding her of the story she shared with me about making love to her ex boyfriend at UCD, while they were parked in his pick-up, on a freeway off ramp, with traffic passing by. I told her that I could picture her in my mind sitting astride him as she slowly impaled herself on his cock until he responded by furiously pumping her full of his spunk. I imagined her grimace of joy as she allowed herself a thunderous orgasm. She even let him keep her black panties as a trophy!
As we lay spooning, I whispered to her,"Honey, I would give anything to witness you in action! I love to hear you share your past sexual escapades with me. It drives me nuts! Just one time I'd like to see you entertain another man with your charms. Even if it is only heavy petting. Do you think you could at least let another guy get to first base with you as I watch?"
She rolled over and looked into my eyes as she replied, "You really would like to see me kiss another man? Passionately?"
"Actually, I'd like to see you fuck his brains out, but I'd settle for intimate kissing. Would you at least consider it?"
She appeared to mull it over. Before she answered, she placed her head on my shoulder and let her fingers slowly slide down my bare belly until she touched my raging hard on.
"I guess you really would like me to kiss another guy!"
"Oh yeah!"
As the nights passed by, our pillow talk became more and more imaginative and our sex was great. Sometimes we even talked of the possibility of exploring my fantasy, even though she always made it clear that it would never go beyond kissing, and maybe a bit of innocent touching, so as to satisfy my voyeurism.
A friend of ours, Tom, called Karen one evening and said he had two tickets to a local concert. His date had cancelled at the last minute and he wanted to know if Karen would like to join him. We have known Tom for many years and he has always had a bit of a crush on her. I have never felt threatened by him. In fact, I am always pleased when other guys fancy my wife.
She asked if I would mind, and I responded, "Have fun Sweetie, but you must allow Tom to get to first base!"
"OK!" she laughed.
I felt like Karen's father when Tom arrived to pick her up. She looked as happy as a parrot in a cracker factory as she adjusted herself in the mirror. She was radiant in her form fitting black turtle neck and leather skirt. Tom looked his usual professorial self with the patches on the elbows of his brown sports jacket, and his horn rimmed eye glasses.
Karen greeted Tom with a hug and a peck on the cheek. He always held her a bit longer than she expected. Tom smiled at me and said that he'd have her back before dawn. I laughed and replied, "Well, that means that I will get a decent nights sleep for a change!" Everyone laughed, and then they flounced out the door.
The waiting was delicious. I knew that Karen would enjoy the concert and the company. I didn't know what, or if, anything would happen. I imagined their drive home and how Tom would casually rest his hand on Karen's knee as he drove. I hoped that Karen would feel this intimate gesture of friendship and admiration, as an enjoyable thing. I wanted her to respond to the electricity of his soft touch. I envisioned him turning off the ignition, and turning toward Karen and bending to kiss her. And her responding to the kiss. I was in cuckold heaven.
Karen called when the concert ended and said that they were on their way home. I told her that was wonderful, and that she should invite Tom in for a glass of sherry. That I was going to bed (not) and that I fully expected them to enjoy themselves. Then, I told her that the couch in the den would be the ideal place to relax as I could see it clearly from the hallway mirror. She laughed, and giggled that I was incorrigible!
I dimmed the lights in the den. Not too much. I wanted to see everything. I was very comfortable in my pajamas as I waited in the darkness of the living room sitting in my old stuffed recliner.
I heard a car door shut quietly, followed by the hushed sound of conversation. The front door latch announced their entry. I was conscious of my heavy breathing (Be still my heart). They walked silently into the den where I had left the two glasses and the bottle of Bristol Cream. I could see them clearly as they sat very close in total comfort. They clinked a toast to one another and whispered a secret conversation. The mounds of Karen's breasts pushed against the tight turtleneck as she relaxed into the sofa. She looked damned sexy. I knew she was wearing black lingerie. I wondered if Tom would soon know that fact. They appeared at total ease as they enjoyed the warmth of their libation. I caught Karen glancing at the mirror. She could not see me as I was in total darkness. I wondered if she thought I had actually gone to bed.
Finally, Tom made his move. He whispered something into Karen's ear. She looked at him full in the face. For an interminably long time they sat silently looking at one another. Then, slowly, Karen leaned into Tom, closed her eyes, and offered her lips to his kiss. Tom gently kissed her. They teased each other with a passionate tenderness born of love and respect. It was so darned romantic. Karen quietly nudged Tom with the palm of one hand. He slowly pulled away. They both took another sip of sherry. I couldn't make out their conversation.
After a bit, Karen allowed herself to lean casually against Tom as he put his arm around her. With his free hand he turned her cheek to him and began to kiss her again. This time his kisses were more energetic. Karen began to respond with a quiet ferocity. Tom let his hand find her left breast. Karen did not protest. The kisses became even more passionate and Tom was now moving his hand to lift her top. Karen sat back, and looking directly at my mirror, began to remove her turtleneck. I was hard as a rock. I had my cock out and was stroking it with a controlled abandon. Wait for it. Make it last.
Now Karen was sitting there in her little black demi bra and leather skirt.
Tom poured them both another sherry. Karen gulped it down, as Tom removed his coat and tie.
Karen looked like a Goddess! She was so bold. Just sitting there and letting Tom see her. I was one lucky guy!
Tom lifted the coffee table away. And then removed the couch cushions. He had Karen lie down, face up, on the couch. Then he knelt on the floor and began to kiss her again. Karen reached to touch his face, but Tom had her relax and laid her arms at her side. He then began to explore her face with his loving kisses.
