It was Friday and I was just finishing up at the office. As I was finishing my husband Ted called me and asked if it was OK to bring a friend home for dinner. It was kind of odd as he had never really done this before. We'd had friends over but usually we discussed it ahead of time and made plans together. This was different.
I asked who the friend was and Ted just said, "Someone from work."
I thought I knew all his work friends. Not quite sure what was going on I said OK and asked what time they'd be here. We set dinner for 7:00. Just as we said our goodbyes.
Ted jumped in and said. "Wear something pretty. I love you," and hung up.
I looked around the kitchen. I had planned on making a light pasta and grain hot dish with a cold salad. I thought about cooking meat, but it was hot out, I had plenty, and this was almost ready. I went about finishing dinner. As I did I thought about the call. Why today was he bringing home a stranger.
My mind slipped to last night. My husband and I making love. One of the fantasies we'd been discussing is another man. Ted has often told me he wanted to see me with another man. I've always said no. However the more he talked about it, the more curious I became.
He had brought up this fantasy a while ago. I thought he was crazy. However after thinking about it I became curious if this was normal. One day, while Ted was at work, I looked up the fantasy online. I was amazed to see how many men shared the fantasy. There were whole sections of erotic literature devoted to the topic. I spent hours reading story after story. By the time Ted got home I jumped him in the living room and fucked his brains out. He had no clue what was going on but enjoyed the ride.
After, he asked what had gotten into me. I told him about the stories. He asked if I wanted to try it, but I refused. I admit the idea got me wet, but I was not ready for that step.
This fantasy became part of our love making. Ted would be fucking me and saying things like "I bet you'd love another cock in your mouth. "Or I'd be on my knees giving him a BJ and he'd say "Mmmmm, you'd look great with a cock pounding you from behind."
I loved the images. They made me hot and always made me cum. I would think about them during the day. Lots of times I would read stories and make myself cum. Sometimes I would read stories out loud to Ted as he ate my pussy. I would cum all over his face.
Last night tho, last night was different. It started out the same. Ted saying how hot I'd look, but I just couldn't get the image out of my mind. I really wanted to feel a cock fucking me. I wanted to look into Ted's eyes as I was being pounded from behind.
Ted was straddling my face, his cock in my mouth. He reached down and pulled my legs up. "Imagine me holding your legs open like this while he fucks you."
I came hard at those words. The more he fucked me the more I let go. In the throes of some of the strongest orgasms I ever had I told him I'd fuck anybody he wanted.
Now Ted was bringing a stranger home for dinner. My pussy tingled wondering what was going on. I doubted it had anything to do with our fantasy but I now had a little fantasy going on in my head that kept me on edge as I made dinner.
I wondered what he looked like. I wondered what his arms felt like. I wondered if he was a good kisser. At one point I leaned against the counter, slid my fingers in my panties and made myself cum. Oh my god, I thought, I'm becoming such a slut.
Dinner was ready so I ran upstairs to shower and change. As I got undressed I looked at myself in the mirror. Ted and I were still in our 20s and looked good. I was 5' tall and about 100lbs. I had to admit I looked good. I liked the way men looked at me in a bikini or short skirt.
I jumped in the shower. I had to admit I spent extra time on my breasts and pussy. I wondered if Ted's friend would like the way I looked. Every once in a while I'd catch myself and remind myself it's just dinner.
I got out of the shower and thought about what to wear. Ted said something pretty. That could mean anything. I went to my lingerie drawer and pulled out a matching thong and bra. It was one of Ted's favorites. I figured if I had a chance I'd give him a sneak peek during the evening. The thong was pink and white and tied at the sides in little bows. The bra matched and just barely covered my nipples.
My mind slipped and wondered if our dinner guest would think it was sexy if he could see it. The thought made me wet and I quickly pushed it from my mind. I grabbed a little white sleeveless top. It had 3 buttons at the top when I pulled it on it stopped just above my naval. I left the buttons undone and looked at myself. I wondered what Ted would think if I met him and his friend at the door wearing just this and heels. I was surprised by how much I liked the idea.
I knew there was no way I'd do it. I looked for a skirt. The denim one that Ted liked so much caught my eye. It barely covered my ass. If I walked you could see some ass cheek. The top of it rested on my hips leaving 4 inches of belly between my shirt and my skirt. I put on a pair of white heels and checked myself out. I looked hot. Not slutty, but hot. I again wondered what Ted's friend would think.
I went downstairs and set the table. I was aware of how much my skirt slid up every time I bent over. I was enjoying it and wondering what Ted would say.
I heard the door open and Ted yell for me. He spotted me before his friend did. Ted's jaw dropped. He quickly recovered and gave me a huge smile. As he did his friend walked in. Truthfully, his friend was nothing special. He looked to be late 40s. I found out later he was 10 years older. He was a nice looking man, but not the kind you want to chase home.
Ted introduced him as Dave. Dave shook my hand and said, "I'd always known Ted had a beautiful wife. I did not understand how beautiful."
The comment made me blush, but I liked it and admit, on first impressions I liked Dave. I asked Dave in and seated him in the living room. Dave had brought 3 bottles of wine so I opened one to start before dinner.
The conversation flowed smoothly. Dave was a complete gentleman. Witty, smart, and flirty. He knew just when to complement me. I found myself showing off a bit. Bending over where both guys could see me. Sitting with my legs not quite together. Dave's compliments got a bit bolder. He did not always address me.
He would say to Ted, "wow your wife's legs are fantastic. You are a lucky man."
Ted would agree and sometimes egg him on, "She's got an amazing ass too."
Dave "oh, I agree. I keep hoping to see more of it".
I kind of liked being talked about like I was not in the room. I was loving the attention. I replied to Dave, "I bet you would."
He said, "Absolutely."
Maybe it was the wine but I stood, flipped my skirt up for a second and said, "There," and walked in the kitchen.
Both men started protesting. I was loving it.
We sat down for dinner. Dave sat next to me and Ted across from me. As we chatted and laughed Dave and I would reach out and touch each other. Just flirty. Nothing wild.