In a previous story, "
First Watch
", I described the first time that I had an opportunity to watch my 1
st
wife Beverly (Bev) give a young college guy a blow job. I had wanted to see her doing this for a very long time even though I had to watch her from a distance. I really wanted to see her doing this up close. What I really wanted was to be with her when she was having sex with other men.
We discussed this over the next few months following my first watching episode. I enjoyed hearing her stories when she came home after she had hooked up with guys while out country and western dancing. Bev was in her early 40's at this time and her sexual desire was for having sex with young twenty somethings guys. My desire was to share my wife. I am not interested in cuckoldry where the husband is humiliated, bossed around or any other such thing. I just liked the idea of being able to share my wife sexually with other men. We both liked the idea of an occasional single night fling when the desire struck her. It was our understanding for our open marriage experiment.
This all came about some twenty years earlier as a mental defense on my part due to an affair that Bev had early on in our relationship. It allowed me to stay married to the woman that I loved by learning to be turned on at the thought of my wife having sex with other men. Fantasy thoughts can be very powerful indeed. At the very least, they were for me.
Bev was about 5'-4", 135 pounds, nice C-cup breasts, and she had wide hips with a firm round ass. She had beautiful blue eyes, very long wavey brunette hair and the prettiest face with or without makeup. She is just naturally beautiful. Her early 40's breasts were no longer perky but were nonetheless nicely rounded with very sensitive nipples. Her pussy tasted amazing and never had a hint of odor. When she walked, her hips and breasts swayed in unison but out of phase.
After about six months following her first blow job with me watching, Bev agreed that it might be fun for her to let me be in the room watching what she liked to do with her guys. I readily agreed suggesting that she might like to review a copy of the "
West Coast Swinger
" magazine where people looking for sex placed ads often with photos and detailed descriptions of what they wanted. This way she could choose an agreeable partner which seemed easier to me than hooking up with a random guy while out dancing and then explaining to the guy that I would be tagging along to the motel with them.
Bev liked this idea, and I went out to buy a copy a few days later. Some of the ads in the magazine were just dick pics which she had no interest in. Do guys ever get laid with ads just showing their junk? The timeframe was during the pre-internet days, so we had to rely on print media.
I brought a current copy home from the local adult bookstore and left it on her side of the bed one evening. I got into bed and waited for her while reading a car magazine. She saw the magazine on her side of the bed, picked it up, scanning the magazine cover and then flashed me a broad smile as she climbed into bed.
"Scoot over," she said patting the bedspread next to her. "Let's look at this together."
I slid over next to her and propped my pillows up so I could see what she was looking at. Most of the ads were couples looking for other couples or other singles. There were the ever-present dick photos which she skipped right by. After about twenty or so pages, Bev said, "How about this guy? He looks like he fits the bill, and his ad is clear that he doesn't mind servicing a guy's wife while the hubby watches. He is in the age range that I enjoy, and he looks pretty nice."
"If you like his ad, it works for me," I told her.
She folded the corner of the page down and continued to flip the pages looking at the other ads. When she finally finished looking, I asked her if she found anybody else or if the first guy was who she wanted to meet?
"I'll call the first guy tomorrow, she told me. "I hope he answers when I call so that I don't lose my nerve. Are you sure you want this?"
I reached over, turned her head to mine and deeply kissed her.
"I'll assume that your answer is yes," she said.
"Not only is it yes, but it's
Hell YES!
" I told her.
I had butterflies in my stomach all the next day. I stayed in my office as much as I could dreading my employees noticing something was different about me and then asking what's up? I did not want to have that conversation with any of my employees. The butterflies continued on my drive home and were rally fluttering as I walked into the house.
Bev met me wearing an ensemble of sheer red lingerie and red high heels. She held out a mixed 7&7 for me and escorted me to the couch. "Have a seat," she said picking up a drink of her own. "I talked to him today. His name is Rick, and he likes the idea of you watching him with me and so do I," she told me. "Is this weekend, okay with you?"
"Yes," I squeaked.
"Great! We will meet him for drinks about 8PM Friday evening at a bar in Rancho Cucamonga that he suggested. If all goes well, we can get a motel room so you can watch us play. "I am hot about this she told me"! Now, finish your drink and fuck me! I want to tell you all the things I want him to do to me while you watch."
"Oh, my god! I have wanted this for a very long time. I can't wait for Saturday," I told my wife.
In our warming up for sex that night, Bev told me how she wants to suck his cock as I was eating her, how she wants him to eat her and how she wants him to fuck her. "What do you want him to do to me?" she asked.
"I'd like watch him to cum in your hair," I told her. "I prefer watching him fuck you in the missionary position with your legs straight up; please keep your heels on when you are fucking him," I told her. "I would also like you to look at me periodically, I want to see your pleasure. I will likely be jacking off. I hope that doesn't bug him."
That evening's sex was explosively pleasurable!
"No more sex or jacking off until Friday night," Bev told me. "I want you horny as hell when we meet him if this all works out."
Friday brought many more butterflies all day long and on the drive over. Bev was dressed to kill. Very short black skirt, royal blue silk blouse with no bra so her tits were free to move under the silk making her nipples very rigid and 4" heels. I was hard just walking her to the car.
When we entered the bar, she instantly recognized Rick from his photo in the ad. We went to his booth, introduced ourselves and slid into the booth with Bev between Rick and me. She immediately slid closer to him than me. He already had downed at least one drink. Maybe more? I ordered Bev and I drinks and told the waitress that everything was to be on my bill including whatever Rick what having. He quickly ordered another and asked that it be a double. I was wondering if he knew how to pace himself?
When the waitress returned to the bar for our drinks, I noticed a strange look on Bev's face. Other than saying hello, nothing much had really been spoken. Bev looked down at her lap. I figured that he was already touching her at least on her upper leg as it was exposed due to her sitting in such a short skirt. She scooted a little closer to me, and he removed his hand and put it in view on the table.
We commenced with the small talk about jobs where we lived, etc. He told us he drove a delivery truck for a local bakery and was going to community college studying psychology. He ordered another double. Bev and I were still nursing our first drink.
Rick asked how we came to this arrangement of me wanting to watch Bev? Bev and I took turns explaining how we were in the initial stages of our open marriage experiment, that my fantasy was to watch her with other men and her preference was for much younger guys.
"I like this," Rick said. "I can't wait to fuck your wife while you sit there watching us go at it."
This seemed a little out of the blue, but I let it slide. "I'll probably be jacking off," I told him.
"I want to make something clear right now," Rick said looking me directly in the eye. "I don't want a fag looking at, touching or trying to suck my cock," he said downing his entire drink and slamming his empty glass on the table. "I have to piss; don't you dare follow me to the fucking can!"
I looked at Bev and told her, "This is bad news, and we need to get out of here now." I went over and paid the bill. I told the waitress the guy has gone to the restroom and is probably too drunk for any more drinks. We left the bar.
As we drove out of the parking lot, Bev started laughing uncontrollably. "What a fucking looser!" She said loudly. "That cocksucker was trying to finger bang me as soon as we sat down. He's a psycho asshole. Bullshit he is studying anything let alone psychology!"
When we got home, she asked me to get the magazine. "There is another guy I want to try," she told me.
The photo of this guy was of him in a tuxedo. This is a curious photo for a sex ad I thought. His ad said that he gave massages to single women and married women. Husbands were welcome to attend the massage sessions to watch. He was 5'-9", 180 lbs, 32 years old, had all his hair and lived in Palm Springs. He was ten years out of Bev's desired age range, and I asked her if she had noticed this point.
"Yeah, and you are twenty years above what I like, I still fuck you don't I? I'll call him tomorrow morning to ask if he has an opening for tomorrow evening. I don't want to let my desire to do this for you to cool off."
"How about I pretend to be a nice young guy like the asshole should have been?" I asked.
