With thanks to my editor.
This is a wife sharing story so just pass on by if that's not your thing.
We talk about sex with other people but have never done it. If it ever happens I imagine it will be something like this. This isn't the first story I have written for my foxy wife. We enjoy playing with them.
I blame Pornhub, but I think it is one of my fantasies anyway: to see my wife seduced and fucked by another man. I would want to be there throughout and take my turn filling her with cum., I just worry I wouldn't last very long.
Simone and I occasionally get away for a weekend, leaving the normality of work behind, usually for some sort of long-distance running event. We are both really fit and compete to have the best abs. Simone usually wins that one and now has the piercing to compliment the washboard.
As a consequence, she gets lots of admiring looks as she runs along. Post run, there is often some sort of event in a nearby pub or hotel, so that's how this goes.
Some of the events are in Europe and this one was just outside Amsterdam. Post run, we shower and feed ourselves and then end up popping along to the event after party, but soon get tired of it. We head off into the town and end up in a nice bar. Simone looks hot with a top that shows her abs and piercing and a short skirt, beneath which are 'Agent Provocateur' ouvert pants. Occasionally as she sits opposite me, she flashes me the pants. You can't see her sex, they are more subtle than that, but that's what I'm thinking about.
As we chat about the day, Simone takes a double take at something and I rotate to follow her gaze. She's obviously taken a shine to one of the other punters in the place and flashes him a quick smile. He smiles back, but sees me and that seems to knock the wind out of his sails. He's tall and blonde and handsome, slim too. I turn back to Simone and tease her. She goes red and I probe asking her what the appeal is? She just says that he looks cute and I move my hand to her knee, asking, how cute? She smirks, knowing I'm asking if she is getting wet. Her answer, is a simple wait and see.
I suggest fresh drinks and head to the bar. I do this because I've kept track of the guy that Simone showed interest in, using the many reflective surfaces in the bar. He has gone to the busy bar and I pop into a space just beside him as someone wanders off with their drinks.
As he finishes ordering a single drink for himself I ask him, "Is there anywhere decent that goes later into the night nearby."
He highlights a club nearby. I introduce myself as Steve, and he answers that he is Benji. I decide to be straight with him, and say to him,"I hope you are going to be there later as I think my wife would like to dance with you and get to know you better."
He looks genuinely surprised, I explain that it's something we have talked about, but never gone through with. He actually looks even more confused. So I make it plain, that we have a fantasy that my wife gets to enjoy two men, simultaneously. He still looks amazed, so I manage his expectations a little; explaining that nothing is guaranteed and it's ok if any of us get cold feet. I close with, "Maybe see you later," and try to get the attention of the bar staff, whilst chatting to Benji I have lost the initiative on getting drinks.
Benji walks away from my view and I order the wine and the lager. When I return to Simone, Benji is already sat beside her. I wonder if he's fronted her up about what I said at the bar. I quickly establish that is not the case. He is hitting on her though, and she is playing along. It isn't long before Simone is regaling him with the details of the run we have done that day and paying him compliments. She compliments him that he looks really fit and must work out. He confesses he does work out daily and is a strong swimmer. Simone makes the obvious joke about all women liking strong swimmers and gives his thigh a quick squeeze to check that she believes him. Benji checks my reaction and is clearly starting to see where this might be going.
Knowing that we had had a long day already, Benji asks Simone if she has the energy to go onto a club. Simone is a boogie fan, especially after a couple of glasses of wine. Simone is adamant that she had energy enough for the whole night. Declaring he knows just the place, Benji leads us out of the bar. Outside is cool and Simone pulls us all together to seek the warmth of both our arms. We stroll along together like old friends. The tension is beginning to build.
At the club the dance floor is still relatively empty and the DJ is playing solid dance tunes, so it is natural for us all just to dance. We dance to a couple of mixes and Simone is giving me a knowing smile from time to time. I've never seen it in this context. Benji is a good dancer, so I think this is a good time to see if they gel well. I head off to the bar and get some soft drinks for us all. The last thing I want is for Simone to cloud her decision-making or for her to suddenly to go past the edge and declare that she is exhausted. I don't think she wants that either, so 3 bottles of water it is.
On my return I see that the pair are dancing well together and clearly enjoying each other's company. They part a little as I return; as any group do when of their own returns. We dance for a few more tracks and then head for a booth. Everyone is sweaty now and Simone's abs look even more impressive. Benji and Simone sit together, this is going well from my perspective and I'm hoping that Simone is either thinking of exploring his thighs again or in the process of doing just that. I can't see, but the conversation is flowing well between the three of us. Simone is encouraging Benji to sign up for some mad event he has always wanted to do. Worlds Toughest Mudder or something.
Our heads are pretty much together over the table because the music is so loud. It always is in clubs, isn't it?. Simone suddenly leans across and whispers in my ear, "He's got his hand on my thigh, shall I open my legs?"
The thought of Benji stroking my wife's pants and finding the subtle hole in the material which allows full access to her pussy, gave me an Instant hard on. I nodded and said, "Yes, do it. You want it too don't you?"
She kisses me on the mouth and slides back, and as she relaxes it was obvious that her legs part just enough. I can see the excitement in her, her face starts to colour up and her chest begins a slight reddening. Benji is multi-tasking now, chatting and working his hands on her thighs. I deliberately watch the other dancers so as to avoid disrupting his confident move. A poorly timed look over the table or a misinterpreted meeting of the eyes could wreck their fun. A minute passed. I dare to look over at them and it's clear from the position of his arm where his hand is. I wonder to myself how many fingers are in her pussy. Both of their facial expressions are intense. Simone's eyes look wild with lust. She suddenly jumps like she had had an electric shock, I guess Benji is teasing her clit. I lean across to Benji and say, " She is a great kisser. I can see how intimate you are below the table. Please don't be shy above the table."
He laughs and actually says to Simone, "Can I kiss you?"
Simone leans into him and their mouths meet. I watch them for a full on minute kiss before they come up for air. I am watching my wife french-kiss another man, put her tongue in his mouth and allow his in hers. My brain is running all the mfm fantasies I have ever had simultaneously and my cock is already twitching.
I'm not jealous though. I always wondered if I would be. I guess if I was going to be jealous that would have been earlier, but the kissing is intimate and prolonged, so is a test in its own way.
Their physical intimacy wasn't so much at risk of discovery as of boiling over. Simone suddenly refocuses and reached out for some water. She drains the whole bottle and looks across at me, "I think I have a job for you two. Take me to the Hotel before I change my mind."
Benji and I made eye contact and grin at each other.
On the way out of the club going down the stairs, Benji strides ahead giving us a little space. I lean into Simone and whisper, "How wet are you my hussy?"
Simone grabs my hand and squeezes it. I realise there is no way I can physically find out there and then, there just isn't time. I am tormented and must wait. The walk to the hotel is only a couple of minutes and Simone asks Benji, "Do you like my piercing? It makes Steve so horny"
Benji's responds, "I love it."
He looks at me and says, "I think after tonight Simone will be a hot wife. You know what one of them is don't you? She will need some sort of piercing to acknowledge that. Don't forget this."
Again my imagination runs riot. Simone would never entertain a piercing down there, but maybe after tonight anything was possible.
Already we are entering the hotel and we try and behave respectably. The woman behind the reception desk acknowledges us and both her and I notice simultaneously that Simone and Benji are holding hands. The woman had checked us in and given us guidance about bars. I suddenly felt found out. As we stood waiting for the lift the woman looked my wife straight and said, "Have a great time, but please bear in mind that some of the other guests will be trying to sleep."
Her smile was broad, and so were ours.
Once in the hotel room, Simone heads straight for the bathroom, "Don't mind me, I just need a moment."
I look at Benji. He is quite the specimen. 6' 3" or thereabouts and broad too. I think to myself. I can see what she sees. I hope there is a cock to match. I say to Benji, "Benji, I think this is going to be sweet. A once in a lifetime experience or maybe the start of something. Either way, there are no guarantees. Simone could just crash out or change her mind. Don't be offended if that happens."
Benji's reply came soft and easy, "That's no problem. I have condoms here too. I guess you will want me to use them?."
I nod. I'm relieved that he is being so responsible. I realise that I need to be a better host and grab a couple of beers from the fridge. I hand one to Benji and I toast our friendship. The chink of the bottles as they meet coincides with the bathroom door opening.
