I'm not sure when it started, the fantasy I had. It could have always been lurking in my head somewhere, even before I met my wife, Jordan. I distinctly remember a conversation early on in our relationship, when we were just dating, about certain fantasies. One of hers was a threesome with two guys, but as she put it, that will never happen now that 'we are together.' Some cowardice of mine kept me from speaking up, but at that moment I knew I wanted to see her get fucked by someone else. All these years later and that dormant fantasy has become forefront in my mind.
It was never about the humiliating cuckold fantasy, but merely a fascination on what it would look and feel like. I had a very robust sex life prior to meeting Jordan and had experienced much of what I wanted to in that regard. Jordan is the one for me. She, however, only had three lovers prior to me, and to hear her tell it, two were somewhat lackluster. I wanted to have her experience new sex, good sex and just plain different sex. It wasn't that I was lacking something, it wasn't that I needed a 'real man' to show her how it's done. I just thought she could and should enjoy something new and different. Plus, I think it would be incredibly hot to watch her fuck another man.
Anyways, outside of a few friends I told drunkenly years ago, I've never broached the subject. It has become a part of basically every solo session I have. I've bought Jordan toys, vibrators, realistic dildos, blindfolds and even a butt plug, but while she enjoys some on her own and occasionally we will play with them together, she seems to prefer sex with just me. Not that I'm complaining.
What enfolds below is about ninety percent true, with a few embellishments. It's also my first time writing something like this, so any constructive feedback would be nice.
Then, to celebrate our anniversary night this year, I decided to get a little more risque and see how she would react. Occasionally I work nights and was scheduled to over the weekend prior to our anniversary, which my wife knew about. Unbeknownst to her, I had gotten work off and found a hotel in town with a jacuzzi ensuite. While she was at work, I packed all of my preparations and set off to check in...
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Once checked in, Quinn laid out two of his favorite lingerie sets Jordan had, out on the bed. One was a small blue lace two piece that was just thin enough to give one the hint of nipple and pussy. The other was a sexy black ensemble with garters and some tights. Quinn left Jordan a bottle of champagne, her vibrator, hand cuffs, plug, and lube out on the bed, bubble bath for the jacuzzi and paid for some pay-per-view porn that had a few threesome scenes in it.
He left a note on top of it all,
'Welcome to your suite. I can't wait to join you when I get off at about 10, but I've set up and planned out your evening so you don't have to wait for me. I'm sure you need to decompress after work, so pop your champagne and relax in the jacuzzi. I've bought you some watching material if you so choose to get yourself in the mood and I'm sure you can utilize some of these toys to your advantage. Your dinner will arrive at 6 and has already been paid for. However, I didn't leave a tip for your delivery man, you should find a way to 'pay him' that doesn't involve cash. I want you to trust me and remember I love you, Jordan! Happy Anniversary! -Your love, Quinn'
Quinn took off and made it over to her work at about 3:30. He sometimes stopped by on his way to work to say hi and give her a kiss. This time he came in with a bouquet of peonies and a card.
Jordan was surprised and delighted and jumped up to give Quinn a kiss.
'Oh my god, you shouldn't have! They're gorgeous!'
'Anything for my love! I have to run to work, but I wanted to drop this off!'
'You spoil me, I love it!' Jordan said as she reached for the card.
Quinn stopped her, 'Don't, not yet. You've got to read it after I leave and don't show your coworkers! Just trust me okay?'
Jordan raised an eyebrow and gave him a little smirk. 'What's this then? What are you up to?'
'Can't say miss, all I can say is I wish I could get off earlier if you know what I mean.'
With that, Quinn pulled her in for a deep kiss that lasted slightly longer than it should at work in view of her coworkers. He turned around with a wink and left out the front door with the biggest, most nervous smile he had ever had.
The card was a cheesy anniversary card talking about how they've survived another year, but its contents were anything but:
'Love of mine, I've booked you a special night tonight. I'll join you later tonight but for now please just follow your instructions. It will be a night you won't forget but I've planned a special timeline for you. No need to go home, you sister has the kiddo. No need to call her, I promise its all been taken care of. Just head to your hotel as soon as your done with work, there you'll find additional instructions. I love you 110% and I hope you'll enjoy your evening! With everything I have, Quinn'
A hotel room key was also inside.
He received a text message not 10 minutes later.
'What is this my love, what have you got planned?!' It was accompanied with a big grin emoticon.
'Just follow my instructions and I promise that you'll love it! I've got to go into work now, so have fun!'
Quinn drove as fast as he could back to the hotel and parked across the street and out of sight. He grabbed his bag he packed and changed into jeans and a tee shirt, clothes he had bought recently that his wife hadn't seen. He sat back and waited.
Jordan pulled into the parking lot slightly before 4, looks like she had gotten off early to see what this was all about.
By 4:15 Quinn received another text.
'OMG! You are so dirty!'
Another text.
'I love it.'
Quinn just sent back a smirk emoticon and a simple text; 'Enjoy.'
15 minutes later Jordan sent a picture.
She was in the jacuzzi, her dark brown hair done up and was cheering the camera with her champagne flute. Her breasts were seemingly floating on the jacuzzi bubbles, like perfect globes. They were distracting Quinn's eyes from her enchanting smile with lips done up in red lipstick that wasn't there that afternoon. Quinn got rock hard sitting in his car. He looked at the picture long enough that he could see in the mirror, behind the tub, the reflection of the tv. On it, it looked to be a blonde giving head to a rather large black cock. He couldn't even remember if the porno he had rented was interracial or not.
He put his phone down and drove away, on to his next move.
He arrived at her favorite Thai place, parked and walked inside. Thai was one of her favorites and it wasn't going to be too heavy. He thought it might be considered 'sexy.' He sat at the bar ordered her some to-go food, and him a small sake and a beer.
It took about an hour for him to finish his drinks and get the food and he hopped back in and drove back to the hotel. He hadn't heard from Jordan since her photo, but he had looked at the photo about a dozen or so times since.
Walking back to the room he felt nervous. He didn't know why, he knew it was just him walking up but he was curious if he could hold up his 'facade.' He knocked twice and masked his voice to the best of his ability and shouted, 'Delivery." He only just noticed the older couple walking down the hall as he did so. It was 6:05.
Quinn could hear his wife from seemingly far away shout, 'Just a minute!' through the door. he glanced over at the couple as they walked nearer in silence. he stepped away from the peephole so she couldn't see his face before she opened the door and waited. Within seconds, she pulled open the door wide.
Jordan was wearing the small blue two piece set. It hugged her late 20s body perfectly, accentuating her curves in all the right places. She was the most beautiful thing Quinn had ever seen. Her slightly damp hair was up and she had her glasses on. While he tried to pick his jaw off of the floor, her shocked expression gave way to a sexy smirk, to embarrassment when the couple walked passed. She told him later the woman looked away quickly, but the man stared as he slowly shuffled passed.
'Well come on in then, you can set the food down by the bed,' she said.
Quinn shuffled in, still unable to pick his jaw up and rendered mute.
'Thank you so much, I'm literally starving!' Jordan said, 'What's your name?'
'Umm, uh, Tony,' he stuttered.
'Well Tony, I can tell you like what you see.' Jordan said as she cupped her tits underneath he lingerie.
'I've been told my husband paid for this, but that I needed to pay for the tip. Let me see what I can do.'
Quinn set the food bag down and just stared. Jordan had opened the door in her lingerie and looked shocked, maybe even a little disappointed it was him. It was exactly what he had planned, but he had more than half expected her not to have done it.
She bent over at her waist to rummage through the empty bag of her stuff he had left, her ass facing him. Her lingerie had started to bunch up between her cheeks, it was all he could do to grab them and bury his face inside.
She turned around, 'Well it doesn't look like I have any cash and I can tell by the way you're looking at me and by that big bulge in your pants I've given you about half of what you deserve just standing here.'
With that she walked closer and rubbed his hard dick through his pants.
Quinn groaned and nodded, half dumbstruck at his gorgeous wife taking this role play farther than he had thought and half playing a young timid delivery boy.
She leaned forward as she gripped 'Tony's' hard cock, 'What if I let you touch my tits, would that be a good enough tip.'
