Early in June, Claire and I had a drink with a friend of ours, Michael. Michael is an attractive married man with whom we became friends through an erotic fantasy relationship. Although, we never consummated our fantasies, we did become personal friends who would meet on all too infrequent occasions.
Well, Michael and I had discussed quite often about the intense sexual pleasure to be experienced were we ever to share Claire as a lover. I had teasingly run this fantasy by Claire several times but was met with only embarrassed giggles...until that fateful afternoon.
Once more Michael and I teased Claire about how sexy she was and what a thrilling time we three could have. That night, Claire took me completely by surprise when she proposed: "If we ever were to meet with Michael there would have to be certain restrictions." You could have knocked me over with a feather (of course, my stiff prick would have prevented me from completely hitting the floor). Her conditions were that: one, Michael would have to wear a condom when fucking her; and, two, that her pleasure must be the focus of all of our energies. I had NO problem with those conditions and neither would Michael, I assured her.
I called Michael the following day and told him of Claire's change in attitude. As I spoke with him on the car phone I could almost hear him lose control of the auto. I told him that, before finally deciding to go to bed, Claire wanted to have lunch with him so that she could "interview" him about his past adventures and "misdeeds" (we had a tape of Michael and another couple he had "played with" about a year earlier, so Claire was concerned that he had always used protection and wanted to feel secure in his health and stability).
The following Wednesday, Michael got a room at a local Holiday Inn, met Claire for a drink, then called me and told me where to meet them. I packed a camera and a bottle of wine and drove to the motel. The three of us, dressed in conservative business attire, walked to the room as if going to conduct a business seminar. As Michael and I set up his video, my camera, and chilled the wine, Claire slipped into a sexy, cobalt blue bustier, dark nylons, and high heeled fuck-me-pumps.
She came out with her lovely breasts supported by the underwire boning and struck a seductive pose. In a flash, Michael captured her nipples between his lips as I grabbed the camera to capture his hungry assault. A moan of agonizing pleasure escaped from all three of us at the same time. Claire threw her arms around Michael's neck as she sucked his tongue between her wet lips. I began to shed my clothes as Michael tore at his.
Within seconds, my wife was pinned to the bed by Michael's strong arms as he continued to kiss and caress my darling bride (the memory of this image has me as rock hard as the actual moment did!). Soon Michael kissed his way downward, to her perfect tits, biting and licking her distended nipples, then lower until he buried his face into the gushy wetness of her pussy. As he licked and sucked her tasty snatch, I French-kissed her and massaged her right breast while Michael pawed her left. She came almost immediately in the first of an entire afternoon of orgasms. I rose to place my cockhead at her lips. She inhaled my thick helmet and swirled her tongue around and around and I pumped in and out of her clinging mouth.
