For the longest time I thought maybe I was just strange. I mean, what kind of man would want to see his wife enjoy another man. Sure, I had read about it in a couple of magazines. But the more I looked, the more I realized that there are plenty of men with this same fantasy.
I told her about it in bed one night as we lie side by side. She had just started to touch me, so I thought I would bring it up, not knowing what to expect. At first, all she said was tell me more, so I did. I described being out one night and her seeing a guy she thought was hot and wanting to play with him. She didn't say anything, but she did reach for my dick. And when she touched it, I got harder quickly.
"You really are turned on by that idea," she said in a half statement-half question with obvious intrigue. She told me to tell her the whole fantasy story while she stroked my dick. She pulled the covers back, reached for some lube from the bedside table, and gave me one of her great hand jobs, where she keeps me aroused but doesn't let me come. The more I told her about seeing her with another guy, the more aroused I got.
She finally got into the act. "Does he eat my pussy?" she asked. "Do I play with his dick like I'm playing with yours?" she probed as she rubbed on me.
With that, she started to mount my rigid pole, and to my surprise, I exploded the minute I was inside of her.
"Wow," she said. "That really excites you."
She didn't seem upset, so I went for it. "Could you ever do that?" I asked.
She replied that she did not know and she would at least need a few drinks in her, and she might have to start in a more mild way. I was cool with that. It was already a better response than I expected.
It was about two weeks later that we found ourselves out of town in Memphis for the weekend. We had heard about this strip bar that was upscale and comfortable for couples, so we went. We had been there for about an hour and a half when we noticed a young man looking at my wife. And why not? She looked stunning that night.
She was wearing a short black skirt that clung to her ass when she walked. Her blouse was almost sheer enough to see her nipples. And at my request, she completed the outfit with black thigh high stockings and a pair of great looking stiletto heels. At 50, I am ten years older than her, and she looks like she's 32 -- 34.
She said she felt sorry for the guy, sitting all by himself, and she thought he was cute. Even I'd have to admit that he was a good looking guy. With that, she got up and walked, not to him, but to the stage to tip the dancer, who had just removed her thong and was now completely naked. It's not uncommon at this bar for the dancer to interact with the female customers. But I was still surprised when my usually demure wife started talking to the dancer. She handed the tall blond a tip, and the next thing I knew, the dancer took my wife's blouse off.
It was not the first time that happened in the bar that night, but it was the first time my wife ever did that. When the DJ told the dancer everyone wanted to see more, she raised my wife's skirt enough to show her stocking tops and thongs. Then she fondled her breasts, kissed her on the cheek and sent my wife on her way, carrying her blouse.
