My wife is a bright and beautiful lady. The adventure I'm about to share with you happened when she was about thirty years old. For some odd reason that I can't explain, the thought of my wife having sex with another man turns me on. She would never agree to it, of course, but when I shared my fantasy with her, and described all of the naughty behaviors I would like to see her perform, she actually got excited.
When I asked her why she was so aroused she responded, "...the fantasy is one thing, the reality quite another."
So, I didn't press the issue. Instead, I began to incorporate my fantasies into our lovemaking. One time I was the bell boy. Another time I was one of her co-workers, etc. She never failed to respond enthusiastically. But, I had to find a way to take the next step.
My wife is 5'8" tall, and weighs about 125 pounds. She is a brunette with naturally curly hair that cascades down to her shoulders. Her hair is so lustrous that it shines as brightly as her incandescent smile.
I shared my fantasy with my best friend who has always been enamored with my wife. Together we brainstormed about how I could finally fulfill my voyeuristic desires.
This is what we came up with: I told Louise that Nick was taking massage lessons and would appreciate it if she would volunteer to be his homework partner. She readily agreed. She always loved a good massage. And now she would be getting them for free.
Nick, being a horny bachelor, told me that massages were always the gateway to seduction. We planned the massage for a Saturday evening so that no one would have to work the next morning. As a thank you to Louise, Nick was to prepare a light dinner for us. Nothing too heavy, as we didn't want to risk her being uncomfortable. The anticipation was excruciatingly delicious. We were both like giddy little school boys eagerly awaiting Santa's Christmas arrival.