As I sit in this chair and listen to my wife moan with pleasure from the caresses of another, I can’t help but smile. I have again watched her make love to another, listened to their moans and gasps, watched as they took each other to the absolute heights of sexual passion. I put them there. I share in the pleasure they have so freely given to each other.
Over the last 6 months I have watched the transformation of my wife of 14 years, from a shy woman afraid of sex, to a lady of varied and surprising sexual appetite. No longer does she pretend that force is necessary in order for her compliance, now she is a willing and ready partner for the sexual advances that so often are brought to her. I contrived her first seduction at the hands of Scott, the large black man that took her as I watched from behind a mirror. I was instrumental in the first of her of her group encounters as Scott blackmailed her and forced her to give herself to him and two of his friends. As astonished and pleased as I was at her reaction when she was with these men, it was nothing to the amazement and pleasure I received when I witnessed her response to the situation I created tonight. This is the story of that situation, and the reason for my amazement.
Susan was off to visit Scott, Samuel and John on a Saturday night. I was home alone, waiting for her return. I hoped she would bring home a tape of the encounter so we could watch it together. I would be able to see her in all her splendor as she fucked and sucked the three men in as many positions and ways as their imagination would lead them. I was disappointed when she returned home empty handed. The evidence of her encounter was plentiful, cum coated the inside of her thighs and I could taste the mingled secretions when I ate her pussy before slipping my cock inside her. I fucked her with the same passion I had showed when I had fucked her immediately following the first time she had taken on the three black lovers in Scott's house. I noticed that she wasn’t as responsive as normally and as we lay in the bed afterwards and I asked her if there was a problem.
"I don’t think I want to go back to Scott’s anymore," she replied. "I like the sex, and I know you like it too, but I want you more involved. I know that he won’t let you play. I love it when we share more than I like fucking them."
What could I say? I was disappointed, but in this matter I had to accept her decision. As much as I loved to watch her fuck other men I knew that I would not force her to go back if she didn’t want to. Over the next few days I pondered the situation. I wanted to see her with others, but I wasn’t sure how to make it happen again. A seduction set-up wouldn’t work a second time, or would it? The key seemed to be that she wanted me involved. Truth to tell I was ready to be in the room when Susan was in her rut heat. I wanted to be able to hear it in person, to smell the scents produced by great fucking, to feel her body under my hands as another was giving her pleasure. When an old Marine buddy of mine called and said he was visiting in a couple days I suddenly knew how to make this come true. I told Wes he wasn’t going to stay in a hotel, that he was welcome in my house anytime. I was going to see to it that he was made very welcome.
Wes arrived on Friday afternoon, and I could tell Susan was attracted to him right away. He is a handsome man, six-one 225 pounds, with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He filled out his tight white T-shirt and faded blue jeans in such a way that I knew any woman would look at him twice. We grilled steaks on the back patio and enjoyed animated conversation over dinner and dessert. Susan was absolutely stunning in a pair of white shorts that showed off her long tan legs and tight ass. The man's blue button shirt that she had borrowed from me and tied up under her breasts highlighted her flat stomach and blonde hair as it cascaded over her shoulders. It also made her perky 34C tits stand out and beg for attention.
We sat out on the patio and watched the sun set and listened to the night insects start their call for a mate. When I brought the first pitcher of daiquiris I noticed Susan’s surprised look and the small smile that passed across her sexy mouth. We settled into a companionable silence like Wes and I had once shared in the Corps. There was no need for words; we were all enjoying each other’s company and the daiquiris that I had prepared.
I went inside to make another pitcher and to set the scene for what I hoped would be a wonderful night for us all. I placed a soft easy listening CD in the player and set candles out in the den. I brought out more throw pillows that I scattered around the room. I happened to pass a window that allowed me a view of the back yard and I stopped to watch Susan and Wes interact when they didn’t know I could see them. I don’t know what he was saying and I don’t think it mattered. I knew that Susan was in tune to my thoughts by the way she was reacting to Wes. Her hand was on his thigh and she was leaning her head in close as if to hear better. She was smiling up at him, and her eyes were taking on that familiar "come fuck me look." Her nipples were coming alive and beginning to stand out and beg for a touch. I knew that she wanted Wes. I could sense his confusion as he read her body language. I was going to ease his mind as soon as possible.
I finished the daiquiris and called out to Wes and Susan to come inside. I asked her to help me. Wes went into the den and Susan joined me in the kitchen. As soon as she walked through the door I pulled her body tight to mine and kissed her deeply. She responded as I knew she would, pulling me close and moaning into my mouth as I pushed my tongue past her lips.
"You want to fuck him?" I asked my pretty little wife after we finished our soul searing kiss.
"Yes, oh baby yes, lets do it together, please."
My cock leapt and my heart began to beat in my chest. My wife had changed so much in the last six months. I felt the love for her swell up in my body to almost choke me in my exuberance. I told her to take off her shorts and to untie the tails of her shirt. She was to wait a few minuets then bring out a daiquiri for Wes. From there we would play it by ear. She smiled and began to undress.
I walked back into the den and Wes asked about his drink. I told him Susan wanted to serve him, and gave him an evil grin. I then proceeded to light the candles, turn on the CD player and turn off the lights. The whole time Wes watched me with a quizzical look on his face. "Just relax and go with the flow." I told him. "No pressure. No worries."
Just as I sat in the chair facing the couch Wes was sitting on, Susan made her entrance. We both sucked in air as we gazed upon her loveliness. To say that she glowed would be an understatement. The soft candlelight danced in her hair and caressed her tan skin. The fact that she had nothing on except the blue mans button shirt was obvious. Her eyes had a mischievous twinkle and a smile tugged at her lips. She floated across the floor and sat next to Wes on the coach, handed him his drink and kissed him on the cheek. He looked over at me and I guess my smile gave him all the permission he needed. He set his glass on the side table, brought his hand up to cup Susan’s’ face, and slowly brought her lips to meet his own. I sat and watched as my friend from years ago and my wife of 14 years slowly kissed each other.
Their lips danced as their tongues fenced. I heard Susan sigh as he slowly began to caress her neck with his lips. His hands slowly came up to touch her breasts and my wife’s reaction to his touch enbolded him to cup them and start to squeeze. I watched as for the next few minutes Wes stroked her breasts with his hands and rained kisses on her face and lips and neck. Soon Susan un-buttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. She took Wes’s face in her hands and guided his mouth to her creamy white tits. "Suck them" she said. And he did. He pulled one hard nipple into his mouth and commenced to suck and bite the hard little nubbin. His hand was now pinching and pulling at her other nipple, bringing it up to an erect hardness that told of the pleasure she was receiving from Wes’s mouth and hands. Susan lay back on the couch and pulled Wes on top of her. He continued his caresses of her tits, his mouth and hands moving from one to the other, back and forth. Susan was now moaning and sighing in complete contentment. She was pushing her hips up against Wes as she wrapped her legs around his body.
I got up, took my clothes off, and watched as Wes began to kiss his way down my wife’s flat stomach. When he reached her panties he moved his hands up and started to take them off. The electric thrill I received when I watched Susan lift her hips off the couch to allow Wes to remove her panties went straight to my cock, making it harder than I ever remember it being. Wes tossed her panties to the side and buried his head between her legs, plunging his tongue into her cunt, lapping it, and sucking on her wet pussy flesh. Susan groaned in passion and arched her back to thrust herself harder against the mouth that was giving her such pleasure. Her hands slowly moved to his head as she lead him from her sweet cunt to her clit.
