I was pretty shaky the morning after Tom and Sue made love. Before that night, I would never have believed that I could watch my wife have an intense, intimate relationship with another man. Their lovemaking was so passionate that it left me completely drained. Sue and I had never strayed before, and so it was a shock to me that she really went ahead and did it. We had talked about it for years, but when she finally broke loose, it took my breath away. Afterward, when she told me that she loved me, and we made sweet love into the night, I was less fearful. Still the next morning, a Sunday, as we awoke from sleeping in, I was anxious.
I woke up first, as she lay next to me, sleeping peacefully. After I was fully awake, I just watched her. I really love her, and want her to be happy, without any feeling of constraint. But I was feeling kind of stupid that morning. I mean, what's wrong with a man who has a gorgeous wife and then encourages her to go fuck another guy? Especially when the other guy is a good looking and really hung. I was kind of naïve, I guess. I was nervous about what she would say when she woke up. I knew that she wasn't going to say "Oh, hi, Gene, you're history. Now that I've been fucked by a real man, I'm leaving you." But I felt scared anyway. What if she thought it but didn't say it? I told myself that the kids and I were her life, and that last night was just a fling.
But there was this slightly ill feeling in the pit of my stomach. As the feeling came into my consciousness, I realized that the scariness of the situation was enjoyable. Somewhat like a small pain that was intense. Could it be that I liked feeling scared? Maybe I let it happen just to have the feeling. There sure was a thrill there.
I guess I didn't really think she would run off, and that confidence was the key to my enjoying the fear. Watching her come with Tom's big dick inside her made me come, too. The whole experience was illicit. It was forbidden, and scary and just plain exciting. As long as nothing important really changed between Sue and me, it was arousing. I wondered how Sue felt.
I tried to imagine how she felt, but I couldn't, and she hadn't admitted anything to me. At the party, she had said something about breaking loose, and that very night she ended up with Tom inside her, and she really loved it. Underneath my little scary feeling was a real fear that Sue might be changing into someone else.
Even so, as I lay in bed, I realized that I had enjoyed the whole night of Tom and Liz's party. The buildup, the horniness, the tension, and the watching. God, the watching! They had been so erotic! Images of them with him on top of her, his big cockhead wedged inside her, flashed through my mind. I groaned inwardly as I re-lived her wildness, with her legs wide open, just panting and moaning. Normally totally in control, Sue had shown her true hot female side, and if it was stimulating for me, Tom was really inflamed. My memories flooded over me and I got a huge erection, just lying there looking at her next to me.
So I knew at that moment, the very morning after, that I wanted another adventure. I was shaky, but it was that shakiness that made me feel excited. And what I had to look forward to was another fantastic female explosion. My anticipation made me worry that there was something wrong with me. When I realized that I wanted her to do something like that again, I felt guilty, like I was failing in my husbandly duty. I knew that getting her to do it again was a dangerous act to contemplate, and I really shouldn't think about it. But deep inside, I knew that I wanted to feel that dangerous feeling again. I wanted to let go some more, and I wanted to be with Sue when she did it again.
Later that week, when Tom's wife, Liz called to ask us over for dinner, I suggested instead that they should come to our house for a Saturday evening, two weeks away. She accepted gracefully, and we agreed on the date. As I put down the phone, a chill went through me. I figured that something would happen that night but I had no real clue what it would be, since I figured that Liz was unaware of their tryst. She had been out cold when Tom and Sue had been making love. So maybe nothing would happen.
Two weeks later, when Liz called a few days in advance to say she had to go home to help her parents for the weekend, a tremor went right through my chest. Oh my God! I wondered if Tom had told Liz about his night with Sue, but somehow, I felt pretty confident that he was a little too slippery to confess. So Liz's late announcement was innocent. She probably had no clue that she was setting things up for a repeat engagement.
But Tom knew. And Sue knew. But Tom and Sue didn't know that I knew. Sue still hadn't told me. I kept expecting her to sit me down and confess, with reassurances, of course.
The fact that Sue hadn't told me anything was unnerving and made me feel vulnerable. Why didn't she share her hot night with me? Good God, how many husbands gave their wives license to go out and make love to other men? When I told Sue told that Liz couldn't come over for dinner, she looked positively radiant. She gave me her long slow smile, and said, "Gee, too bad that Liz has to go to her mom's. But I bet Tom would like to come over and have dinner with us instead of sit home with leftovers." Well, I bet he would, too. Any man who thought he even had a chance to sit close to Sue would break down the door.
She tossed her long, thick, black mane of hair and stared off into space. "Why don't you give him a call and make sure he knows he's welcome?" I was rigid with excitement and fear. So when I called Tom to make sure he knew he was welcome, I was kind of choking. My throat got thick when I remembered Sue with him. They were very good together. While I was on the phone with him, I had a vision of him thrusting into her, and her fierce explosion under him. I almost fainted when he said he'd love to see us.
As the reality of the impending evening dawned on me, I didn't actually feel all that relaxed about things. I mean, Sue would probably like to make love to Tom again, yet she still figured that I didn't know. Also, I was pretty sure she would be uncomfortable about fucking Tom with me right there . Rather than just let things drift in no direction, I decided to arrange things the way I wanted them. As I thought back over Sue's various fantasies, the one that came to mind was the Prince Charming dream.
She's a hopeless romantic, and only capable of letting go if her fantasies are tweaked. So the day after Liz called, I wrote a sweet note and tucked it into a dozen roses at a florist across town, and paid for it with a smile. I knew that she'd think it was from Tom. "You are so beautiful and you give so much pleasure that I have not been able to sleep since we were together." Wow there's some romance, and pretty obvious not from that tired old husband, Gene.
When I got home that Tuesday night, the roses were in a vase and no note in sight. I kissed her on the neck and breathed down her throat. Held in a tight grip, she melted her stomach and thighs against me. Tom got the credit, but I got her heat. I dropped my hand down to her rear, and pulled her tighter against me. She was probably thinking about Tom, but when I nipped at her breasts, she sighed and pulled me down on her, right there on the couch in the living room. The kids were at friends, thank God.
On Saturday, I discovered that the kids were each staying overnight with a friend. Sue had arranged it smoothly. They needed some social interaction, she said. By Saturday night, Sue was positively electric. She was very confident and pleased. She spent all day, humming and making dinner. A fruit tart for desert, and fancy vegetables, and a beautiful beef roast. She set the table with linens and crystal and big fat, thick candles.
About an hour before Tom was due, she got in the shower, and then spent about half an hour putting on makeup that carefully looked like almost no makeup. She dressed in red lace bikini panties and a matching sheer, lacey bra to capture her round perky breasts. Over these, a very sheer red slip that wasn't really for coverage. It was short and filmy, and she was radiant. Her long tapered legs were gorgeous below all that red.
For a top, she put on a satin top that draped over her breasts and was scoop necked enough so that if she leaned forward, you could see right down into her bra. Her skirt was short and showed her thighs. The total effect on any male was so strong that most men would stop dead in their tracks and stare. I couldn't help but kiss the back of her neck and graze my hands over the sides of her breasts. She liked it and leaned back into me. I slid my hands over her breasts from behind and cupped them both, and lifted gently, just applying a little pressure. When I got no resistance, I kept going and rubbed my fingertips over her nipples. She made a nice little mewing sound and pushed hard with her bottom against my crotch.
I was enjoying her letting go, but I knew that Tom would be there soon, and that we were going to be interrupted by a doorbell. I guess that she knew, too. I whispered in her ear, "Tom really thinks you're hot, you know. He's going to be entranced by you. You look stunning tonight." She just melted a little more. Finally, we heard the doorbell and we separated. My hardening cock gradually subsided as we walked, and we greeted Tom at the door. He was clearly rocked by Sue's image. She stood up close to him and he looked down at her. The view was great. Her cleavage was just right. Puffy, but not too big. Sweet looking, and very hot.
I watched him suck in his breath. He was really knocked out by her. I couldn't blame him. I thought she looked so good that I would have gladly taken her clothes off right then. But not yet, I thought. I groaned to myself as I thought about her smooth, sleek, naked body, the slight round rise of her stomach, and her black hairy bush hiding her treasure. I had to force myself back to the evening in front of us. I smiled to myself, thinking about what a magnet she was. Two men mesmerized by her. Like two tense, hungry bears circling a female in heat.
