Twisted Surprise

I loved it when my wife, Katherine, looked her most elegant.

Ever since we began dating back in high school, I had admired her grace, her femininity, and her dress sense. She was classically pretty, with long, chestnut hair, green eyes, and alabaster skin, and her small breasts were more than compensated for by her tall, lithe body, and beautiful slender legs. The fact that she was a celebrated ballerina was no surprise, but that she was so quiet, unassuming, and interested in me, was.

We got married a few years after high school, and I knew that many people thought I was very lucky. Indeed, I knew I was. But due to what I saw as the unevenness between us, I always had a sense of uncertainty that she would stick with me long-term.

To be fair, this nervousness in me wasn't unfounded as, when we first got together, she had just gone through a messy late teenage break-up, and on at least one occasion after she and I were dating, she ended up back with her ex-boyfriend in an attempt to end it for good. Which actually meant letting him feel her up, and her ending up on her knees giving him a blowjob. I found out about it the next day at school, and while I was devasted to the point of getting sick, I also found myself masturbating to the image of her with him for many years afterward.

We had been married for years by now, with three beautiful kids, and Katherine was as beautiful and as sexy as ever. We had, in fact, stayed together, but my thoughts that she could be seduced by someone else and taken away from me never entirely left. At the same time, and as perverted as it might seem, part of me longed for it to happen. Don't get me wrong. I didn't actually want to lose her; I just found the prospect of her going off with someone else, and giving her body to them instead of me radically exciting. Whether it was with a man or a woman.

Well on this particular night, she surprised me. It's true it was a Friday, but we had been so busy, we hadn't sated in a very long time.

'Hurry home from work,' she said, as I took my keys from their hook and started making my way out the door. 'I have a special dinner date planned for the two of us, and the kids are going to stay with my parents for the weekend.'

I was simultaneously shocked and excited, and I did as commanded. After thinking about hardly anything else all day, I got home, where Katherine greeted me warmly and told me to go upstairs to shower and change into something nice. After that, she said, she would do the same. Suspecting what this meant, I pretty much ran to our room, showered thoroughly, and began to get dressed.

Although I have no interest in wearing women's clothes, I do like to wear soft, feminine fabrics, and the first thing I put on was a pair of tight, white 'ice silk' boxers: very thin, transparent, stretchy, and sexy-feeling underwear that enhanced the sensation of every touch I hoped to experience later that evening. After that, it was a nice pair of socks, my favourite cologne, a crisp white shirt, suit trousers, and a jacket. I was feeling both turned on, and pretty good about myself. Then I returned downstairs.

'Good,' said Katherine. 'You look great.' She came close to me and sniffed my neck. 'And you smell great too. Now I'll go get ready. You relax until I get down.'

'Relax,' I thought. 'Fat chance of that. I don't even know what she has planned exactly, and I'm so excited I can hardly keep from touching myself.'

I wasn't disappointed.

After half an hour or so, Katherine returned. I heard her soft foot steps on the stairs, and braced myself for what I was about to see. When she stepped from the last step, I beheld a figure of absolute beauty. There stood my wife of twenty years, in a scarlet dress that fell to just above her knees. It had a flared skirt and a tight-fitting bodice that ended just above her breasts, and covered the rest of her chest, her shoulders, and her arms with a sheer black fabric. I knew there was no way she could have worn a bra underneath it, and the whole effect was mesmerizing. Her incredible legs, meanwhile, were adorned in the sexiest, most exquisite pair of sheer black pantyhose. In fact, they were pantyhose I knew to be very expensive, as I had bought them for her months earlier. Finally, on her feet, she wore a pair of classic black suede four inch heels - something she almost never did, saying that she found high heels like that too uncomfortable.

I could hardly speak.

'Oh my g-d,' I finally managed. 'You look... you look... amazing.' It was all I could manage as I stepped toward her to take her in my arms and kiss her.

But she smiled and held me away. 'None of that now, hun,' she said. Let's just head out to the car and go. There will be plenty of time later.'

And with that, I got the car keys, and we made our way outside.

Katherine directed me to one of the nicest hotel restaurants in the city, and I found a space to park the car in the parkade underneath the hotel. It meant that we had nothing to worry about in terms of wind or rain, and we could maintain our dignity as we made our way via the elevator to the restaurant.

The restaurant was on the eighth floor and our table was right beside one of the great windows, which meant that we had an incredible view of the city as we ate. Everything was perfect, and I was utterly enthralled by Katherine's beauty against such a romantic background. And I wasn't the only one. Two men whom I assumed were businessmen staying at the hotel were sitting at a table nearby, and I caught them looking over at us on more than one occasion.

At one point, after we had finished our main course, Katherine said she had to visit the ladies' room, so she pushed back her chair, got up, and had to shuffle past their table. I watched in awe, and caught her give them a smile as she made her way past. This set my ever-fantasizing mind racing, and while she was gone, I imagined her leaving me for one of these men. I took in their appearance in order to make the fantasy more realistic, and figured they were both about the same height at around six feet tall. One of the two men was bigger, though, and I imagined him to be something of a body builder. He had a friendly face, but it also looked like he could easily destroy someone with a single punch. The other man was more slight, and I decided in my mind that he probably a cyclist. What do they call them? A lycra-clad weekend warrior. His face was a also nice, and clean-shaven as he was, he looked a lot less intimidating. I figured if Katherine was going to go off with one of them, it would be the bigger guy.

In any case, my wandering mind was brought back to reality by my wife, whom I spotted making her way back toward our table, and only feet away from the two men. At that moment, I saw the bigger man's mouth move.

It was hard to hear, but it was obvious he said, 'Hey beautiful. Your husband's a lucky man tonight.'

This made Katherine smile broadly, yet with hint of embarrassment, and reply, 'Thank you! He may be.' I couldn't believe her response, but it made the men laugh.

She sat down, and I said, 'Wow. You handled that well.'

'What?' she replied. 'They were just being nice.' With which she seemed to signal that I wasn't to talk about what happened. And so we ordered dessert.

When we had finished and I had paid the bill, we got up and proceeded to leave the restaurant. As we passed by the men together, the bigger one spoke again to wish us a good night, and this time I responded with, 'I hope so.' We all laughed, and soon Katherine and I were down at the car.

'Chris, can we take the scenic route home? I don't feel like going home just yet,' she said to me as we settled into our seats.

Wondering if she had something in mind, I said, 'Of course, love. Your wish is my command.' Yet as we drove through the city streets, she didn't seem to have any particular destination she wanted to see, and I was left a bit confused when, after almost an hour of driving, she finally said she had had enough and that we should head home.

By this time, I could feel the onset of blueballs. I had been sitting with this vision of beauty for hours now, and nothing had happened other than the hopeful thoughts in my head, so I really just wanted to get back and for us to kiss madly until we could no longer stand it and we had sex in any room in the house.

I stopped in car in our driveway, ran around to open Katherine's door, and we walked swiftly to the front door of the house, which I opened and let Katherine through first. We stepped into the living room, I turned the light on, and...

There, sitting in one of our chairs and the other on our couch, were the two men from the restaurant. I was shocked, and simply went into freeze mode.

But Katherine didn't. 'Hi boys,' she said. 'Chris, this is Mike (indicating the bigger of the two), and this is Tom,' nodding toward the slimmer man sitting on the couch. 'I met Chris at the gym a few weeks ago, and we have been talking quite a bit since. We got talking about you, too, and I told him you wouldn't mind if he came over.'

She stepped toward him, and he reached out to her arm and drew her gently onto his lap. As soon as she sat, he place his hand on her lower leg and slowly drew it up to her thigh. She reacted by smiling and telling him to hang on a sec.

'As for Tom, he's Mike's best friend, and we thought it would be good if he came over to keep you company.'

After this, Katherine couldn't say anything more, as Mike turned her face toward his, and pulled her in for a kiss.

I watched, both sick and mesmerised. My erection, which had been present all evening, was now straining at my trousers, and I could feel the damp fabric of my underwear against my skin. It was Tom whose voice I heard now.

'Chris, come a sit beside me, and make yourself more comfortable.'

It took me a second to realize what he said, and another to realize what this could mean. But I sat down.

Katherine and Mike's mouths were pressed firmly together, and I couldn't take my eyes away as Mike's hand now slid up and underneath the skirt of her dress. I could only imagine what that felt like, as there was nothing I loved more than the feeling of my wife's warm, soft flesh through the erotically-charged texture of the finest pantyhose. Then Mike broke the kiss for a moment. 'Oh my, Katherine. You aren't wearing any panties. Wonderful!'

That's when I felt Tom's hand on my thigh.

I made no move to stop him, as I didn't want to miss a second of Mike's seduction and use of my wife, but that meant when Mike and Katherine did stop kissing and got up to make their way upstairs to the bedroom, Tom's hand was already inside my zip and touching me through my underwear.

Katherine only had eyes for Mike, though, and as they moved to the stairs, it was Mike who said, 'you boys have a good night!'

At this point, I was so excited I was shaking uncontrollably. Tom used this opportunity to completely undo my trousers, and kneel between my legs. He began to tongue my erection through the fabric of my underwear, and complimented me on my size and shape. He held my scrotum and stroked its underside with his index finger, before then taking me entirely in his mouth, and giving a blowjob unlike any I had ever experienced before.

I don't know if it was because it was a man with his lips around my cock, or because of the incredible erotic build-up to the moment, or what, but it took no time at all before I came, and the amount I released into Tom's mouth was more than I had ever released before.

'Good, Chris. You needed that,' Tom said, swallowing what he could of my load. 'Now you can relax a bit, and I'll tell you what you can expect tonight.

'First of all, Katherine and Mike won't be coming down any time soon. And you won't be touching her all weekend. So that leaves me as your only comfort until Sunday. But I'll be good to you, I promise. I know you may not have thought of men this way before, but I can assure you that, with Katherine busy upstairs, it won't be long before you do.' Tom sat back on the couch where had been before, beside me with our hips touching.

'Now, why don't you...' he took my hand in his, and with his other hand undid his own trousers, '...just put your hand here...' he placed mine on his erection this time, '...and see if there isn't something you like.'

To my surprise, I felt a large, thick, hard cock, covered by fabric similar to that of my own underwear, and I experienced an unexpected jolt of excitement. In fact, my erection returned almost immediately despite the fact that I had only just cum.

Tom gently reached out to my head and pushed me down to see for myself what I was touching. As my face approached his cock, I took in his smell, and the sight of his cockhead straining against thin, white nylon fabric, precum oozing from the tip, and I gave in completely.

Whatever Katherine had planned for us that weekend, I knew I was already a changed man, and there were still many hours to go.

Part 2

When I went down on Tom, it was my first experience with another man ever. I took in the taste of his precum and swirled it around his cockhead through his soft nylon underwear, then I licked up and down his shaft while playing with his scrotum. I could fee he was enjoying it, and after a few minutes, I slipped his cock out and began to continued to do the same thing before finally taking him fully with my mouth.

Because I had already cum, I was not nearly as frantic as I might have been, and I sucked, licked, and played for what must have been a good five minutes at least before I concentrated on making him finish.

He was obviously turned on by events as they had unfolded, as I was, and when I changed my technique to get him to finish, I took his groan as one of pleasure and relief. I was conscious that he could cum in my mouth at any moment, but with thoughts of what my wife was doing upstairs with Mike and the taboo of what I was doing with Tom, any anxiety I might have had was overshadowed by an overwhelming desire to have it happen. Then, suddenly, it did.

I felt Tom's hands on the back of my head, he thrust his groin up, and let himself go. Even so, the taste and the force of his ejaculation took me by surprise. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I swallowed everything I could until he started to calm down, and he began to soften. I pulled away, and looked at his cock now. It was shiny and pink, covered with my saliva and traces of his cum, and I thought to myself how nice it was. Then I looked at Tom, and he smiled back at me.

'That was perfect. You're really good you know. I think we're going to have a good time this weekend.'

'Thanks,' I said. 'Do you want a drink of something?'

'Yeah, a whisky would be nice,' he responded. And we got up, did our trousers up, and walked together into the kitchen.

'So you've never done this before?' he asked.

'What? You mean been with another guy? Or let someone else have my wife?'

'Both, I guess.'

'Well, the answer to both is "no". I have wanted both for years, but Katherine really surprised me tonight.'

'She's really hot, you know. Mike's been talking about her for days. I can see why he wanted her so badly.'

I was surprised, but should have realised that this would have been the case. 'When you say, "talking about her for days", you mean he and she have been thinking about this for awhile?'

'Um, yeah. I was with him when he clocked her at the gym a few weeks ago, and we both thought she looked amazing in her black spandex leggings and tight shirt. I think Mike's always had a thing for small breasts and legs. Anyway, he went over to her then, and asked if she wanted any exercise advice and it took off from there.'

I was staring to get hard again.

'Oh my g-d! Did they do anything that night?' I asked.

'Mike took an opportunity to touch her legs under the auspices of helping her on one of the machines, but no... they didn't kiss until a few sessions later.'

I realised that the demure wife I thought I had married was slightly different to who I imagined, and it excited me.

'So when did they work out this plan, then?'

'Earlier this week. It was mostly Katherine's idea, I think. Mike had asked if she would be willing to go further with him, and she said that she though you might actually like it if she did, and that she would think about it and get back to him. They've been texting back and forth about it since.'

We turned as we heard footsteps coming downstairs.

Mike and Katherine appeared together, and Mike said, 'You two... come back to the living room.'

Tom and I obeyed and watched as Mike and Katherine sat on the couch where only a few minutes earlier I had given my first blow job.

'Chris, I have to tell you: you won't be with Katherine at all this weekend, but I am going to allow you this. I just withdrew and came all over Katherine's thighs, and now she needs to a clean-up. I want you to get on your knees and do it for her.'

At this stage, I would have done absolutely anything sexual, so immediately fell to my knees and put my hands on Katherine's thighs. Gently pushing them apart, I took in their warmth... the feeling of her soft flesh... the sensation of the silky sheer fabric that clung tightly to them like a second skin... and then I saw it. I saw that there was a hole in her pantyhose and that her labia were exposed, and I saw the sticky wet spots of cum that had run into each other and soaked the fabric and looked like a map of the world between her legs. It was a world I wanted to experience, and so I went in with my tongue.

'Don't even think of doing anything more while you're down there than cleaning her up, Chris,' Mike said. But I didn't answer. I was in heaven, licking away at my wife's silky, cum-covered thighs. And I was hard again. So hard that Mike could see. So hard that he announced it to the room.

'Well, everyone, we can see that Chris likes this. Good decision, Katherine. I think it's going to be a brilliant weekend.'

Tom piped up. 'Hey, I already said that a few minutes ago!' And the two men laughed. Katherine, meanwhile, above me, squirmed slightly as I lapped at her thighs. 'Hey Chris,' Mike said, 'You're tickling her. Be more careful!' And with that I finished.

I emerged from under Katherine's dress, and took a seat on the remaining chair, facing Mike and Katherine and beside Tom. Mike drew Katherine to his side, and wrapped his arm comfortably over her shoulder. For all intents and purposes, it looked like they were the married couple.

'So Tom,' Mike now addressed his friend. 'How was it? How was Chris with you?'

'Oh, he was actually very good. I assumed he had done it before, but he tells me it was new to him.'

Katherine looked curious. 'What did he do?' she asked.

'He came for me, and then he gave me a blowjob,' Tom said. 'I really enjoyed it.'

My wife then looked at me, and I couldn't tell if she was just reconsidering me in a new light, or just judging me. 'You gave him a blowjob? What do you prefer? That? Or being with me?'

I started to answer, but Mike interrupted. 'None of that. Not this weekend. We are here to enjoy each other's company, and we don't want judgments or jealousies getting in the way. Katherine, why don't we go back upstairs? Boys,' he then said, looking at Tom and me, 'we're probably not going to come down again until tomorrow morning, but Katherine says that you, Chris, know where the sheets are, and can make up the pull-out bed. Now be good!'

And with that, they both stood, and made their way up and out of sight once again.