The plan was simple: get a man that my wife found attractive to come to my house and fuck my wife. I arrange to be called into the office and after circling around the block I peer into the window to see what transpires. My heart flutters as I made the calls to set it up.
First, I call my buddy, Nick. He and I, in some of our less sober moments, discussed our and our wives’ sexual proclivities. His wife loves fucking and frequently has her photographer-husband videotape their exploits. He’s given me a glimpse of a couple of their sessions…and it was from that experience that I realized Nick was exactly my wife’s type. He was physical, in charge, and carried a heavy load. In the tape he showed me his thick dick shot a big load across his wife’s tits, and knowing my wife’s desire for a thick cock capable of blasting a big load the deal was sealed. Nick, of course, would be happy to play with my wife.
This experience is not just for my wife Jill, though. I relish the idea of watching another guy bang her…then fuck her myself. The idea of shoving my cock into her wet, loose, pussy is my deepest fantasy. We often share that fantasy when we make love. I take “her friend,” a 9-inch dildo from its hiding place in my sock drawer and fuck her with it. Once she’s sopping wet I tell her what a naughty girl she is…and punish her with my dick. The scenario guarantees toe-curling orgasms.
We’ve talked about living this fantasy out, but her bashfulness seems to stand in the way. I came very close to setting up a threesome, but chickened out at the last moment…I didn’t know the guy very well, and I didn’t think she would appreciate having a stranger in our house.
This way was better. Nick-an old friend-is there, we loosen up with alcohol. Then my office calls (a simple thing to have someone call me, on the ruse that they had to remind me of some silly thing) I leave, sneak around the house and hope she’s ready to play.
The set-up is all-important. First, my wife and I intensify the fantasy in the weeks leading up to the event. The hot talk about inviting another man into the bedroom increases. Her friend from the drawer makes several appearances and we talk about our dreams. I even playfully suggest we go to the bar and pick someone up. Though she resists, I know that I’m planting the thought in her head. I’m also reinforcing the idea that I’d love to live out the fantasy.
Then the next piece of the puzzle. Each week I record “E.R.” for her while she attends a class at the local community college. One week and a couple days before the big event I slip a tape of Nick and his wife that he lends me into the machine. I tell her, as always, that her show is on the tape in the machine and, whoops!, there’s Nick’s big cock being sucked on by his horny wife. Knowing what a horn-dog I am, and he is, she’ll probably ask me about it…and though I’ll offer to watch it with her and she’ll decline…I know she’ll be fascinated with his masculinity. Two nights later Nick stops by to “return a borrowed tool” and I correctly judge her reaction to him when I catch her eyes wander down to his crotch.
All signs point to her curiosity, and I think that this plan might actually work. My cock is hard 24-7 as each day passes. Saturday is the night. I can’t wait to see it all unfold.
On Wednesday night I remind her that I’ll set the machine to record her show…and that I’ll try not to put any porn in the machine. Then, to reintroduce the idea, I ask her how much she watched of Nick’s home video.
“Enough to be impressed,” she said. “I know the camera makes things look bigger, but, wow!” She pauses, starts to say something, then gives it a second thought and says nothing.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“What? Really.”
“Well. It’s just…ummm. Have you ever seen it? For real?”
“You mean his cock?”
“You know what I mean.”
I decide it’s time to lay it on thick. Mixing some truth with some bullshit I weave a tale for her: “We were sitting around one night at Nick’s place and he suggests we watch some porn. I go through his collection…some of it labeled and some of it not. He pops into the garage to grab a couple of more brews and I slip a tape into the machine. Right there on the TV is Nick lying on the couch beating off. Pressing the fast-forward button I zip ahead. There’s a couple of minutes of him whacking off…then Nick’s wife walks into the picture and starts to suck him off. It was at that point that Nick returned and sort of cleared his throat. ‘Nice dick!’ I said, trying to not embarrass him, but hoping he won’t make me shut it off. He told me to take the tape out of the machine, but offers to let me take it home and show it to you.”
“He did?”
“Mmmm hmmm. So I brought it home, but I didn’t know how to show it to you. That’s when I came up with the idea of slipping it in when you were expecting something else. There’s a part where he beats off and comes all over Nancy’s tits. Did you see that?”
“Nancy has nice boobs. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she says.
“Sure I would. But did you see that part?” I ask.
“Ummm. Yeah. God, he has a lot of come.”
“That’s what I thought, too.” I kiss her. “He’s got the kind of cock you’d like, doesn’t he?”
“You’ve got the kind of cock I like. Bring it here,” she says.
“Don’t change the subject on me. You’d like to suck him, wouldn’t you,” I say it, more than ask it.
“If I had the chance, I’d fuck him stupid. Is that what you want to hear?”
“You know what I want to hear…and you know what I want to do. We should just have him and his wife over and get them drunk and have an orgy. You could fuck him and I could watch while I screw his wife.”
“Yeah. Then you could watch him come all over my pussy. You’d love to see that, wouldn’t you?”
Our talk led to the inevitable action. All the time that we screwed that night I couldn’t help but think about what was coming on Saturday night.
The wine is chilled and the beer is on ice. Saturday night approaches. I close the curtains in the front windows, but make sure they are open at the sliding door we have onto our deck. I spend the whole day teasing and caressing her. Kissing and patting her. She’s ready, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Unexpectedly” Nick rings the doorbell at 7:15. He wants to show me something he found on-line. We grab a couple of beers out of the fridge and go to the basement where the computer is.
“Everything going ok? Is it on?” Nick asks.
“Yep. We need to get her out of the kitchen and sit down and pump some wine into her,” I suggest. “You won’t wreck her for me, will you?”
“We’ll see. Should I come inside her or does she like to be splattered?”
“It’s up to you guys,” I say, “just make sure she knows it’s coming. That’s her favorite part. The phone call is supposed to come at about 9:30.”
Nick, being the friend that he is, tells me that if at any time I want it to stop I should just discretely give him the thumbs down sign. Otherwise he’s going to see how far things will go. I tell him that I appreciate the consideration.
We return upstairs after grabbing a couple more beers and the bottle of wine. Pouring Jill a glass we plop down on the sofa and start talking. Jill is fascinated with Nick, and rightly so. Nick is a little over 6 feet tall with black hair and dark eyes—tall, dark and handsome. Though she’s always enjoyed his company, Jill seems to be laughing just a little bit harder at his jokes, and seems to be a little more attuned to his needs than usual, offering to get him a new beer each time he’s close to draining the old one.
The beer and wine go down easy. I make a point of not drinking too much, for she’d never let me leave if she thought I were drunk…and that could blow the whole thing. Our conversation runs the gamut, from home and work to politics and “dumb blonde” jokes. As the clock struck 9 I decided to add another element to the mix and brought up “the tape.”
