I've long fantasized about seeing my wife with another man. I've shared that fantasy with her, and she's been kind enough to indulge my story telling while we're together. Sometimes, she just rubs my dick while I tell her about it. But lately she's gotten involved in the story telling.
She also knows that I love to see her in stockings and high heels. At 45, she has a body that most 35 year olds would envy. From her pretty face to her perfect ass to a great set of legs, she is the complete package. And she knows how to use it. Short skirts and very high heels are staples of her wardrobe. She enjoys wearing them, and adores the admiring glances from men years her junior. Sometimes, those glances become less than subtle stares.
Her name is Mary, and while she was very conservative in the early days of our marriage, she's come out of her shell over the last couple of years. For instance, we were at a strip club in Memphis recently where she tipped the stripper, only to have the stripper remove her blouse. She admitted it scared her a bit the first time, but the frequent return trips to the stage were proof she enjoyed having a hundred or so men lust after her tits. One time, the DJ whipped the assembled men into a frenzy, asking if they wanted to see her pussy. She was shocked and just stood there until the dancer slowly and seductively lowered her skirt and had her step out of it. There Mary stood, wearing nothing but her black thigh high stockings and high heels. The crowd went crazy as she stepped down from the stage and walked back to our table. I should say strutted back to our table and sat down, still naked. A quick check showed she was very wet from the excitement.
It was about a year later when I started suggesting that I'd like to see her with another man. She was hesitant at first. She would go along with the story telling, knowing it made my dick stiff, but she wasn't really into it. But as the time went on, she seemed to actually show some interest. It started when she mentioned it would have to be someone we both knew and that she both liked and felt comfortable with.
Enter Scott. I've known him for many years, and Mary met him at the Country Club after we were married. He is tall, good looking, charming and has always shown an interest in Mary.
Talk about inviting him over was the subject of many sessions as she sat in her stockings and heels and jacked me off. She would tease me and delay my release as she verbalized my fantasy. By the time she finally allowed me to cum, I was begging.
Well, as luck would have it, Mary came home one night and told me she had seen Scott at the pool. They got into a discussion about his pending divorce and how horny he was. Mary saw the opportunity and said "Maybe I can help out with the."
His quizzical look was quickly answered. "Craig has always wanted to see me with another man. I told him it could only be with someone I'm comfortable with, and I choose you."
He just stared at Mary in a state of disbelief. "Are you serious?" was all he could muster, to which she said "Absolutely. But just be clear. He will be there to watch, and you must remain discreet." She also told him she would set the rules and the limits for the night. "I'm in." was all he could say, followed by "When?"
She told him that she'd always found him attractive, and was ready for a little strange dick. Combined with the fact that I wanted to see it happen, she had the green light for a new sexual experience.
The date was set. It would happen Saturday night. And she had it all planned.
"I'll start with a special fashion show." she told me. Something to loosen every one up. Scott and I would sit out on the patio and enjoy a cigar while she served cocktails in a sexy little outfit.
She looked delicious in the first outfit. It was a very very short black skirt with black seemed thigh highs and four inch heels. We could almost see through the near-sheer blouse, and could almost see the tops of her black stockings when she bent over.
First she walked over to me, and did a little turn like a model on the runway. I asked if she was wearing underwear, and she told me I'd have to find out for myself. So as she stepped closer, I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the feel of the stocking. I paused briefly as I felt her soft thigh above the stocking. Then, as I moved further up, my hunch was confirmed. She was not wearing any panties, and she was very moist.
Scott asked what I found out, to which Mary said he should find out for himself.
Mary walked over to him, and he did the same thing I did, with a big smile on his face. But as he started to withdraw his hand, Mary took it, and pushed it back between her legs.
I knew just what was happening, as she started to gyrate on his finger. After enjoying his touch for just a few minutes, she reached down, withdrew his hand and took his fingers to her mouth, sucking them dry like they were a cock.
With the taste of her own sex on her tounge, she bent over and kissed him on the lips, giving him a taste, too.
