My wife and I have been married for 10 years and during that time we have gone from having an adventurous sex life in the early days together to barely having sex at all. We are still very happy together and love each other, but like a lot of marriages the excitement seems to have waned over time. We are both in our late 40's now and rather than leading to resentment, we have established a routine and are both happy enough with our relationship.
In recent years my wife, Catherine, has been involved in amateur dramatics. She loves to sing and dance and it is an activity that takes up a couple of evenings a week with various rehearsals and meetings. In a recent production she was playing a role which involved a kissing scene with a guy called Jake who is slightly older than us. He is a good looking, confident guy, and is popular with the rest of the group. He joked about how much he was looking forward to rehearsing the kiss scene with my wife and had gone as far as to suggest that he and Catherine may need to spend some extra time together to ensure that they got it just right. My wife laughed this off, but confided to me that she was a little uncomfortable with what he had said. I assured her that it was all meant in good spirit and not to think anything of it.
Over the next few weeks the rehearsals went well, and Catherine enjoyed the attention of the starring role. One evening I came home from work to find the two of them rehearsing in our lounge. They asked if I could watch and time them on the kiss scene, where they have to kiss passionately for a count of 5. I have seen my wife do kissing scenes in other roles and had no issue with this. In truth, I actually found her kissing other men quite a turn on and had mentioned this. She was well aware that one of my fantasies was to see her with other men but had always been clear that she found this a little odd and that there is no way that she would ever do anything sexual with anyone else.
I sat back and watched as they acted out the scene and waited for the kiss. I was to count silently to ensure that they got the timing right. I saw Jake take my wife and kiss her strongly and counted away as directed. I got to 8 before they broke the kiss and I could see that she was a little breathless and flushed which intrigued me. Had she really enjoyed kissing Jake? Was having me watching her a turn on? I went to make some tea whilst they continued with the scene. In the kitchen my wife came to me and whispered that Jake was using his tongue when he kissed her and that she felt guilty as she should have stopped him. She then leant in closely as she admitted that the reason she didn't was because she had really enjoyed what he was doing. I was both shocked and excited by this admission. Against my better judgement I told her that I had enjoyed seeing her kissing Jake and that I was ok with it as long as she was. She gave me an odd look, pecked me on the cheek and returned to the lounge.
When I returned, they were getting close to the kissing scene again and so I sat down to watch and time them. They started kissing and I wondered if their tongues were entwined as I silently counted 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8... after 8 seconds they were still kissing passionately. They broke and Catherine flashed me a small smile before turning back to Jake and kissing him again. This time there was no acting involved - she was doing this because she wanted to. As they stood kissing each other my mind was racing. I wondered how far Catherine wanted this to go or how far I was prepared to let it go? Seeing my wife holding and kissing another man was a massive turn on and whilst I felt I should stop them I couldn't seem to do so.
Catherine took my complicit silence as acceptance and took the initiative by moving to the sofa where she and Jake continued kissing each other. She has fantastic large breasts, with beautiful pert nipples and I watched as he started caressing them through her top. As she became increasingly aroused, I saw her move her hand down his chest towards his jeans where she started to rub and stroke his bulging dick through his jeans. I was jealous, but incredibly hard and my arousal meant that I didn't want to stop what was taking place in front of me. I sat and watched spellbound as she deftly loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before slipping her hand into his pants and exposing his penis. I don't have any reference points as far as size and width are concerned, but Jake was a well blessed man. Catherine instructed Jake to take off his jeans and pants. Jake looked uncomfortable about me being there and asked her if she was ok for me to see this. She looked at me quizzically and all I could do was to nod feebly.
Things were happening quickly, and within a minute or two he was naked from the waist down, with his large erect dick standing proud. Catherine told him to sit on the couch and pushed a beanbag over for her to sit on. She slipped her hand around his dick and I was struck by how small it looked compared to his size. She started to stroke up and down his shaft, before looking me straight in the eye and moving her mouth over it and started to lick and suck the bulging head of his dick. I felt a pang of jealousy as Catherine has always given phenomenal blow jobs, but again in recent years they have been a rarity in our marriage. I watched transfixed as she moved her head up and down, each time taking more and more of him into her warm, wet mouth. She was making little moans of pleasure whilst skilfully using her lips and tongue on him. It was amazing to watch her bringing him to the point where he was about to come before switching her technique to allow him to calm down before starting all over again.
