The Pussy Project

I asked my friend if he might be able to help me out. He said, "Sure, anything." I went on to explain it was something with 'the wife' and it was a really big favor. The fact that the favor had more to do with him was a moot point.

"Let me show you," I said, "follow me." I led him through the house to the hallway. We stopped just outside our master bath. The door was slightly opened, just about a crack. We looked in and my wife was nude in front of the mirror. "Would you like some of that?" I asked. He nodded, puzzled by my question, being careful not to speak, not to let her hear.

I motioned with my head for him to follow me out to the garage. "I know she likes you," I said when I closed the garage door. "I haven't worked it all out yet, but I know she feels bad that Janet left you without a sex life. I really think she would apply for the job." I could tell he liked where the conversation was going, and he listened attentively.

"She talks about it a lot, that you can't enjoy sex. I am

working on it, trying to get it to be her idea, like you are a project," I said. "I just really think she wants to fuck you. She thinks you need a good piece of ass," I said.

"She may be right," he said. He stood listening and it didn't seem that what I feared might happen, had: that he would resent being made a project. It was clear he liked the possibilities, and his smile was a broad one. If there is anything a healthy man with any sex drive would like, it would be the idea of fucking my wife.

"So you are okay with it?" I asked.

"Hell yes," he said. "What guy with a pulse wouldn't be thrilled? A woman like that? Sure."

"Good," I said. "I will do my best. Now I have to talk with her, do some negotiating. I will talk to you again next week. In the meantime, be thinking about it, try to be around and be charming."

"Not sure how charming I can be, but I'll try," he said. "Why would you do this, let me fuck your wife?" he asked with a bewildered look.

"Because we are friends. Friends help friends," I said. "And she likes you. As I said, I think she wants to fuck you." We stood in the garage, just standing and looking at one another, just thinking about what I had advocated.

"I am flattered," he said. ""This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"You haven't fucked her yet. Don't thank me too soon," I said. "Wait until after you've given her her first orgasm." We both laughed, but it was a wonderful laugh between really close friends.

He left and I went back inside, determined to start right away. She came out of the bathroom in a robe, and she looked positively stunning. I thought about her being with Jonathon and smiled to myself over what I was planning.

"What are you so happy about?" she asked.

"Jonathon was here. It was just something he said," I told her, pleased that I could tell the truth.

"How is he doing?" she asked.

"Horny as a freshman at summer camp," I said.

"He needs a good lay," she said in an uncharacteristic moment of candor. "Needs a good piece of ass. Poor man," she added.

"Yes, I think you are right. He does need a good piece of ass," I said. "But good sex is hard to find. Not everyone has a wife as good as you," I said. She looked at me for a long time, then she smiled. Things are looking up, I thought.

That night as we were getting ready for bed, I asked, "Any of your girlfriends looking for a good man to have sex with?"

"All of my girlfriends are married," she said.

"That doesn't matter," I said. "Wives can fuck men who need a good piece of ass and aren't their husbands. Any horny housewives out there?"

"There are plenty of those," she said. "Dozens in just our neighborhood alone.

"Any good Samaritans out there willing to help a horny old guy?" I asked. She looked at me for a long time and I hoped the idea was percolating. "I am pretty sure he can please a woman in bed. He was a real horn dog in college. You know sex is just sex, it's not love and a life commitment," I said. "Sure you don't know a horny piece of ass who would like Jonathon? He could do with a woman who likes sex and knows how to please a man. Having sex with someone other than your husband is not a federal offense, you know."

"Are you trying to get me to have sex with Jonathon?" she asked, amazing me once again how smart she was.

"What you do on your own time is your business," I said, trying to recover. "My friend just needs a little sex," I added. "A good fuck. Who gives it to him is none of my business," I said. She looked at me suspiciously, then nodded, as if she was thinking of a scheme.

I had Jonathon come over a few times a week. I wanted them to be comfortable around one another, to get to feel natural and relaxed together. They joked, laughed, and seemed like the perfect couple. It was clear that my wife was very fond of our friend, and I thought the project might just be working out better than I had hoped.

"I think I know what you're trying to do," she said as we got into bed one night, "and I think I agree with you. I do know the perfect piece of ass for our friend Jonathon." She smiled and kissed me. "The perfect one for him is me," she said. "So, you would be all right with me fucking your old friend?" I kissed her back and said I hadn't thought of that, but that I agreed. "Yeah, right," she said. "You're as transparent as a sliding glass door," she said, covering her legs with the blankets. "I have thought about it, yes, and I agree I am the perfect one. Yes, sex is not the worst thing in the world to do with a friend. So, you can tell your friend he has a sex partner if he wants."

"He wants," I said. "He thinks you are the sexiest woman in the county."

"He's right," she said with a wink. "So, you wouldn't mind if I fucked Jonathon?"

"Mind? I am the one who picked you out for him. You are a sexual demon, and you would do him a world of good. You thought of it too, right?" She actually blushed and smiled. Her smile said she had been thinking about it for months. "You knew I would want the best for my old friend," I said.

"You sweet talker you. How many guys would offer up their wives to a friend who needed a little loving? You really are special, you know it," she said.

"Of course I know it. But I have a fantastic wife, who fucks like an Olympic champion," I said. "Why don't you let him know you are going to help him out? It should come from you," I said. "That way he'll know it isn't just me trying to get him laid." She nodded and smiled warmly, then kissed me. It was a very loving kiss, one that told me she really was happy I had decided she should help out our dear friend.

The next week Jonathon called me and said he had talked to Claire. He thanked me, but I told him it was her he should thank. "I will do that privately," he said. "I'll do my best. I don't want your efforts to be wasted," he said, "and they won't be. I promise you that. I am not sure any other friend would offer his most prized asset to someone who is in such a sexual crisis. Thank you, my friend," he said with an expression that said he meant from the bottom of his heart and the top of his libido.

When Claire returned after seeing Jonathon she was beaming. I could tell because she was almost giddy, and as happy as a new bride, and I could see in her eyes that she enjoyed herself immensely, and she felt good about what she had just done with our old friend. I saw no regrets or guilt or unpleasant feelings at all. She was a sexually satisfied woman who felt good about what she had done and thankful I was okay with it.

"Good?" I asked with a smile.

"Very," she replied. "He really is a good lover. It had been a long time. I enjoyed myself," she said, "enormously."

"That's good," I said. "That is also important. It really wasn't just for him. He loves you," I said.

"I know. He told me. Said he thought you knew it too," she said.

"I do," I answered. "It has been abundantly clear for years. That was part of it. It is not just a piece of ass," I said. "It is true intimacy between real friends, dear friends. That is what sex is really about."

"How did you get so smart," she said.

"I married a really wonderful woman who is worth sharing," I said. "And he is a fine friend who deserves the best, so I thought he should have the best. I love you," I said. After a long pause, I said, "I am glad none of your girlfriends took the job."

"I am too," she said taking my hand. "It really is a loving gesture to offer your most valued treasure. You are not only a great husband, but you are a fine friend."

"All this sweetness is giving me a sugar high. Enough of this. I am glad you had a good time."

"I did, and thank you," she said. "Now let's eat. I am starving. Having sex works up such an appetite." I put my arm around her and we walked into the kitchen.

"When are you seeing my good friend again?" I asked as she put the casserole in the oven.

"This Saturday, he is taking me to the theater to see My Fair Lady," she said.

"Appropriate," I said. "And after?"

"Probably his place," she said. "He has a really soft bed." I took her into my arms and I don't remember ever feeling closer to her. We kissed and I truly felt good about her date with my best friend and what I had thought of as The Pussy Project.

They did go to see the play, and they did end up in his soft bed, and she did eagerly tell me about everything the next day, both the play and what went on in my friend's bed. She has become enthusiastically willing to tell me all about their time together, every detail, every single lusty moment. She says it is her way of sharing the experience with me. Just the fact she wants to makes me oh so very happy.

We have, of course, become even closer to Jonathan, both of us. We are much like a family now, and she spends a good deal of time with him, as do I. Right now, for example, he is in our guest room with Claire, having an intimate moment while I watch my favorite sport on the television.

He has no interest in football and very much interest in my wife. She hates the sport, thinks it's barbaric, and does, indeed, have a lot of interest in Jonathon. When the game is over, and their lovemaking is done, we are all going out to dinner at the finest restaurant in the area to have prime rib and bread pudding. Next week, Jonathon is taking her to Paris to make love in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. They have agreed to send me lots of post cards. The Super Bowl is on Sunday, and I will have the game and their graphic letters to read.

What I haven't mentioned to them yet, is that I just may have some interest in watching. I am a bit of a voyeur I have realized, and it is one thing we have never done. The Pussy Project has been a wonderful success, and one thing this is has shown me about myself is that I am somewhat of a cuckold and get a great deal of pleasure from having her tell me about her sex with another man.

It seems I like sharing her with someone else, and the fact that he is such a good friend, really is a big turn on for me. I do get a sexual high from hearing about another man fucking her and her enjoying it so much makes it even better. Curious, but it just is a fact. Having my wife have a lover is actually a very positive thing for me.

When I led him in to my house to look at her in the bathroom, and proposed my plan, I had no idea it would turnout so good. Who would have guessed?