My wife, Cindy, and I learned early on in our marriage that sexually we were a perfect match. We both are adventurous and open and our fantasies went together perfectly. I am one of those men who loves seeing my wife have sex with other men. My wife is a woman who loves pleasing men, and being the center of attention. She is very oral and loves giving head, and unlike a lot of women, she loves a mouthful of cum. She always said that she loves it when the lucky man she's sucking starts cumming in her mouth, because it's her reward for a job well done.
She is also beautiful. Five foot eight, with long legs, lovely C-cup breasts, a tiny waist and waist-length auburn hair framing a cute face. After we got married we moved to San Diego where I found work in the fledgling computer industry. My wife worked as a loan office at a local bank. She didn't dress particularly provocatively, but she always looked great.
In bed we often talked about our fantasies of me watching her suck off or fuck other men, though we hadn't acted on them yet. We didn't want to go to swinger's clubs, or get involved with anyone creepy. But one night when we went out for drinks we noticed a few young sailors, from the base at San Diego, sitting at the bar drinking beers. We talked to them for a while. They had just graduated from boot camp that day, and were on a short leave before shipping out to their next duty station. They were all young, maybe 19 or 20 years old. They all seemed very innocent and new to the big world. That night when we got home she brought them in bed.
"Those were nice guys," she said. "I'll be they're homesick." Saying that she reached down under the covers and began to stroke my cock. She smiled at me and added, "I'll bet that a lonely sailor would love a home-cooked meal."
My cock was hard in her hand as I answered, "Maybe you should invite one home some time. He'd probably love spending time somewhere other than the base." At this she began stroking her pussy with her other hand and I began to get the picture. She had more than home-cooked meals in mind.
"Maybe you could give him more than a meal," I ventured. "Maybe he'd give you something to eat." She let go of my cock and began masturbating with both hands, looking at me with her bottom lip in her teeth.
"Would you like that?" I asked. She bit her lip harder and started cumming. "Oh yeah!" she cried, "Oh God!" She began to writhe convulsively as she came harder and harder.
"You'd like to suck a lonely sailor, wouldn't you?" I encouraged. "Oh God!" she screamed, her orgasm coming in another wave. Finally she collapsed on her side, trembling, her hands still between her legs.
"Show me what you'd do to him," I said, presenting my hard cock. "Show me how you'd suck him."
Cindy immediately leaned over and took my cock in her mouth, cupping my balls in her hand as she began to suck. "Would you like it if you were sucking one of those young sailors?" I asked. "Would you like to make him cum in your mouth?"
Cindy moaned and nodded without breaking stride as she sucked me. I felt my own orgasm building up. "Show me how you'd eat his cum," I said. Cindy began stroking me in time with her mouth and I passed the point of no return. I could feel my cock throb between her lips as I began shooting a huge load of cum on to her tongue. She continued stroking and sucking until I stopped. Then she smiled around my cock and opened her mouth, giving me a look at her cum-covered tongue. She swirled it around in her mouth before swallowing.
We had a great little hot tub in our back yard. It sat next to a wall near the window to our spare bedroom. Cindy and I talked over our new fantasy. I wanted her to be able to experience her fantasy of having sex with some new men, but neither of us wanted to scare them away by proposing a threesome. I agreed that she could go it alone if we could figure out a way for me to watch. We put a small light over the hot tub and I experimented with going into the spare bedroom and watching through the blinds. It worked perfectly. I had a great, clear view of Cindy in the hot tub, but try as she may, she couldn't see me in the dark room. I even set up a video camera discreetly hidden in the shadows that could catch all the action, and Cindy readily agreed that we should keep a video record to watch together. We planned exactly where she would have him sit on the edge of the hot tub so the camera could see everything.
At this point her plan was to invite a sailor over for a home-cooked meal and some beer or wine, invite him into the hot tub—we'd loan him a pair of trunks—and see where it all led. We agreed that I could be there for the meal and spend some time in the hot tub, but then I would excuse myself, saying I had work that was due in the morning, leaving them alone in the tub.
We even decided that our chosen man could spend the night if he had too much to drink or it got too late, or if he didn't have to be back at the base first thing in the morning. He could sleep on our couch, which was large and comfortable. We'd just see how it went.
After we had everything set up, we went to bed and talked about the ramifications of what we were planning. I didn't want her to feel forced into something she wasn't comfortable with, and she didn't want me to feel jealous or fearful about it. As we talked, though, it became obvious that the idea turned us both on so much that we came several times each that night. We knew we loved each other. We both wanted this.
Once again Cindy sucked me off, teasing me by asking if it turned me on to imagine her doing that to another man. "Do you want to see a man put his hard cock in my mouth?" she would ask, then suck me deeply and long. She'd pull away and ask, coyly, "You won't mind if I make him cum?" Then she'd suck me again, squeezing my balls. "Would it be okay if I did this?" She'd start sucking my balls while stroking my cock. "What if he cums in my mouth? Would that be okay—to have another man's cum on your wife's tongue?"
By that point I was losing it, and found myself cumming, once again, in Cindy's beautiful mouth, watching the cum drip out from the corners of her lips, imagining watching another man doing the same. Cindy then surprised me. With my cum in her mouth, she came up and kissed me deeply, pouring my own cum into my mouth and running her tongue around my lips so I could taste exactly what she would be getting from our new friends.
That Friday we got ready and headed out to a bar we knew was frequented by young sailors who just graduated from boot camp. Cindy, who was 26 years old at the time, had decided that it would be fun for her to choose very young, inexperienced men—boys almost—to bring home. The odds were better that they would be respectful and grateful, and since they would have little experience, there would be little chance of disease. Besides, Cindy liked the idea of being the sexy, "older" woman who gets to give young guys a break-in fantasy they would remember the rest of their lives. We got to the bar and sat at a table near the bar, where we could observe several sailors already gathered in singles or groups to have a beer and revel in their new-found freedom from boot camp. It didn't take long for Cindy to find an attractive prospect. He looked young, he was alone and appeared innocent and unsure of himself. He was, however, well built, handsome and as Cindy whispered in my ear, "tasty."
He happened to take a seat at the table next to us and sat silently, sipping his beer and staring off into the distance. Cindy leaned toward him. "Just graduated? She asked. He smiled and replied, "Yeah, about four hours ago. I can't believe I made it." I held up my drink in a toast. "Congratulations!" He smiled and lifted his beer in answer.
"Where are you from?" Cindy asked, sliding her chair around our table to get closer. He said he was from Ohio. He was 19 years old. He didn't know anyone in San Diego and had just left the base for the first time since arriving to begin boot camp. Cindy began chatting with him, telling him we had a cousin in the navy, which wasn't true, but it set up the next part of the plan. "I know my cousin loves home-cooked meals after he's been away from home," she said. "Since he's not here, we'd be honored if you would join us tonight. I'll cook up something special to celebrate your graduation and you'll be able to relax and forget about the navy for a while. What do you think?"
The young man, whose name was Rick, looked at me with raised eyebrows. I nodded and said, "You'd be welcome, and Cindy is a great cook. Say yes."
Rick smiled and said, "Well, I guess I'd be a fool to turn that down. Thank you. I accept." Cindy reached under the table and squeezed my hand. The hook was set. Her cheeks flushed red as she realized that she might have Rick's cock in her mouth before the night was over.
Since he didn't have a car, we agreed to drive him to our place. We stuck around for awhile, chatting. He told some funny boot camp stories, Cindy crossed her legs a few times in a way that caused her skirt to ride a bit higher, and we both noticed Rick's eyes drift to her legs a few times—a good sign.
Finally we all decided to leave. I drove, Rick rode shotgun and Cindy sat behind him, leaning forward to talk. We only lived about 10 minutes away, so we were home quickly. Cindy had prepared the house, leaving the heat on (it was February), the lights low, and some candles burning in safe containers. The effect was very nice. Rick walked in and seemed overjoyed to be in a nice house instead of a crummy barracks, and he said so. Cindy and I told him to make himself at home. He sat on the couch and Cindy brought him a drink, this time a real drink, not a beer. He was glad to have it. Cindy went into the kitchen and proceeded to finish the meal she had partially prepared earlier, a nice steak and potato dish. I sat drinking with Rick, sharing stories and laughing. I mentioned that I was a computer programmer and had more work to do later that evening.
Soon dinner was ready and we all moved to the dining room. Rick dug in with gusto, eating like any 19-year-old would in that situation. Cindy offered him seconds, which he accepted gratefully. During dinner he had a few more drinks, as did Cindy. Afterward, we all moved to the living room and continued visiting. That's when Cindy said, "Let's get in the hot tub! It's a perfect night for it."
"Sounds good to me," I said. "What do you think Rick? Wanna try the hot tub?
"I don't have trunks," said Rick.
"That's okay," Cindy said, "You can borrow some of Jim's." I nodded at him. "I have extra," I said.
Rick hesitated, shrugged, and said, "Well, okay. I could use it."
I got up and went to the bedroom and pulled out two pairs of trunks, stopping to put one pair on. I put a robe on over my trunks, grabbed an extra robe and went back to the living room to give Rick the other pair of trunks. "Here you go, you can change in the bathroom," I told him. "And here's a robe." Rick took the trunks and robe and went into the bathroom.
Cindy went to the bedroom to put on her bikini. I went in to join her and found her topless, wearing only the bottoms of her bikini. She smiled at me and dropped the top she was getting ready to put on. I whistled at her—it was a new bikini, and it was cut very small around the crotch, covering very little. It wasn't a g-string, this was in the days before they were common, but it was cut high and showed about half of her ass cheeks.
Cindy's nipples were erect as she came to rise up on her toes and kiss me. "Oh my God," she said, "are we really going to do this?"
My hands wandered up to cup her breasts and play with the nipples. "I hope so," I answered. "What do you think?"
