It just began by accident really. My wife of several years and I were camping on a lake, boat camping actually. By boat camping I mean this lake has dozens of campsites that you can only reach by water so you load up your boat with camping gear and cruise around the lake until you find one you like, beach the boat and set up camp. The sites are remote, sometimes you feel like you're the only one on the lake.
We had come to the end of our beautiful day on the water, had had our campfire and a couple sips of tequila and were snuggled in the tent fooling around a bit. I always bring a little tequila camping because it makes my wife frisky. I love my wife's body now just as I did back then, I love to kiss her, smell her, taste her and feel her move above me or under me, you get it. This is what was going on when she started talking dirty, something she hadn't really ever done before. As I made love to her she asked me if
I ever thought about fucking another woman. This startled me a bit, afraid that if I answered in the affirmative it might be the wrong answer, but I went for the truth. "Yes...sometimes, what about you?" I said meekly as she ground herself on me. I could feel her get wetter, what was happening here? I wondered.
She said, "sometimes I think about us and another woman, and licking your cum out of her" and then she grunted and shrieked and convulsed and came all over my cock which at this point was definitely trying to set a new world record in the extreme boner category. It wasn't a moment before I too was spent after a full and satisfying release.
My wife is a really beautiful woman. She has always turned heads with her blond hair, blue eyes and petit 5' tall figure, but first and foremost her charisma. She's just fun to be around. I don't know how a big 6'4" 240 pound lug like myself got so lucky. We each married young, too young, had a couple kids and then figured out we were with the wrong person and divorced. So when she and I got together there were four rugrats and then along came our number five. Neither of us planned or even dreamed of having that many kids but there we were with five great kids and we were now with the right person and having a good life.
After that first eye opening and at the time mind blowing new experience a strange feeling came over me. I felt liberated that my inner desires were suddenly ok to say out loud, what a strange and exciting concept! from then on we talked occasionally in the bedroom, sharing thoughts we had had in the past, kidding each other about whom we thought the other would want to fuck. But that's all that was, just kidding around and talking about the taboo. It was fun!
Some months later, we had put all our little ones to bed and we were well, fooling around a bit and the topic came up again during our love making. This time it was more like a story and less like a conversation.
"Tell me what you are doing to her."
"Im doing to her what I'm doing to you now, she has dark hair, dark skin and beautiful bouncy tits."
"And what am I doing?"
"You're sucking her nipples and kissing her while I fuck her, she's moaning loudly."
And so on and so forth. It was hot, and my wife was enjoying it too, I could tell by the way she got wetter and moaned and came, real detective work there.
And so, this became our little sexual fantasy to use when we wished to add some spice to our already very good sex life. We didn't do this all the time, we usually just made love to each other and enjoyed each other. Only occasionally did this other side come calling and to me that made it all the more enjoyable, more exciting when it happened.
As time went on the fantasies we told each other during our sex evolved, looking back I'd say fine tuning into what each of our individual experiences we would prefer to be in. She would always find herself with me and another woman, eating her, guiding my dick into her. Yeah that was ok by me! I however would have us with another couple, watching each other fuck, seeing her writhe with excitement while another man thrust his cock into her. I did not see that coming at first. Shouldn't that make me jealous! Enraged? Shouldn't her fantasy be mine and visa versa? Very curious indeed. I guess in a way it made me take a closer look at myself, to get to know the me in there I had never let out before. I started to wonder if there was more to this than fantasy like, actual desire. But was that ok? Its one thing to think it, one thing to fantasize in the privacy of your own bedroom (or tent) but another thing to actually want to bring other people in there! Right?