Wife Sharing Gone Wrong?

My wife, Lena, and I were in Chicago for a convention for my job. We were staying in a nice hotel just outside of the mag mile area. This was our first day here, and we were very much looking forward to the getaway. We are in our mid 40's and have 3 children. We love our family, but we also like to get kinky, which has gotten more and more difficult with kids in the house.

So, whenever we can get away, it's an outright fuckfest in the hotel. Whether it's a quick overnight for a concert, or a longer trip such as this one, it's torture as the night wears on and we're waiting to get back to the hotel.

This trip was no exception. We hadn't had an overnight in close to a year. Yes, we still find ways to have sex around the house here and there, but quickies are the rule, and there's only so much we can do. Lena likes to get loud with her dirty talk, and I love to hear it. That doesn't work when we are at home.

Anyway, we were wrapping up the last official thing of the day, a post dinner drink with a few colleagues at the hotel bar. There were three people from my office, and four from other locations. We had made it clear from the get-go that we weren't going out after this, telling them that we were looking forward to a night of rest. They probably knew what we were getting at, but didn't harass us about it. Everyone else was going out to a nightclub a few blocks away.

As soon as the first round was poured, Lena and I quickly downed our drinks, prepping for our getaway.

"Another round!" came from the crowd, and after some cajoling we gave in.

You can probably guess that this continued, and finally after 5 or so rounds, we said that was it. Honestly, the drinks weren't so bad, when Lena and I get drunk, we tend to get even kinkier. I was feeling good already, and I could see she was as well.

We said our goodbyes and headed up to our room. Now, I should explain that we don't pack light for these excursions. We have a suitcase with nothing but fun stuff, toys, lubes, outfits, handcuffs, all the good stuff. I couldn't wait to really work her over up in our room.

As we stepped into the elevator, she gave my crotch a squeeze, letting me know she was ready for a fun night. We were alone in the elevator, so I reached down and slid my hand up her leg, under her dress to her crotch, and I noticed that her panties were completely soaked. Before I could do anything, she gave me a scolding smile.

"I know you like this public stuff," she said. "But not here. If you get me going, I may not let you stop when the doors open, and you never know who may be stepping on."

She was right, I have a exhibitionist kink. That's along with several others. My ultimate fantasy has been swinging type stuff, which we have never done. I've gotten her close, but she's never agreed to follow through. The closest we've gotten is playacting. We blindfold the other so they can pretend it's someone else, while the person playing the stranger narrates. It's plenty hot and gets both of us going. Often times she likes to be tied up as well, and occasionally she does that to me.

"I feel like a fantasy night," I said to her.

"Sounds good," she lustily replied. "What do you have tonight?"

I was usually the one that provided the fantasies to start, then we would both run with the ideas. I knew where I was going, and that was the swinging fantasy. In fact, in my dual states of arousal and intoxication, I was wondering if maybe tonight, in a strange city, I could talk her into it. I wasn't really sure how I would get someone or another couple there, but I could try to find something, maybe some kind of a website, or heck, just head back out and go to a club to meet people. But first I would have to get her convinced.

"You know what I like," I answered.

She just smiled. When the elevator doors opened, I watched my wife walk out first. I should probably describe her. Lena is 5'11", so she's pretty tall. She has shoulder-length brown hair, and b-cup breasts that are still very perky. She has the most amazing ass I have ever seen on a woman. When we were younger and I saw her naked for the first time, I was in awe of her rear. To some degree, it almost seemed like it moved on its own. Don't get me wrong, it's not huge, when she would walk nude, it's almost like her ass was following, half a sway behind. It probably doesn't make sense if you haven't seen it. Anyway, she has these amazing hips, where they start, and then it's like they almost pause as you go down, and then her thighs kind of flare out. She is built almost like a taller version of the pornstar AJ Applegate. Though when we were first married, fresh out of college, Lena was skinnier than AJ, but now after three kids and a couple decade later, she has filled out nicely. Actually, at this point, she looks like the pornstar Helena Price in her more recent videos. Lena's not fat, but she is soft in the right place and has just the slightest hint of a tummy from having kids. I think she looks hotter than ever.

Anyway, on this night she was wearing this form-fitting turquoise dress. Nothing slutty, sleeveless with wide shoulder straps, and cut midway between her knees and crotch. It highlighted every curve on her as she walked. She made it a few steps into the hallway before she noticed that I hadn't moved.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Just admiring," I answered,

She smiled, motioned with her finger to follow her, and we headed to the room.

Now I just had to take the next step. The odds of finding a couple were slim, but maybe we could find a guy in a bar, and we could have a threesome. The thought of seeing her in a spit roast made my dick strain against my pants.

I didn't know if that was her top fantasy, but that kind of thing always got us both going when playing it out. For me, my top two fantasies were easy. First, an MMF threesome with my wife, where another man and I could take turns fucking her. I really get off on women getting off, and the thought of doubling the amount of pleasure we could give her was hot.

We had watched several videos with that scenario, and while she didn't like the DVP aspects that some have, she was clearly very excited by the idea of a threesome.

My second pick would be another couple, where I could dominate the other man's wife. I don't know why, but I was fascinated with the idea of pleasuring a wife more than her husband can. I have a larger than average dick, probably 8 inches or so at its peak, and I have been lucky to have been the biggest (at least so far) for most of the women I had slept with. I loved hearing them tell me to slow down, they weren't used to the size, etc. And hey, some could have been lying, but I didn't know any better and it really got me off.

If I was watching porn by myself, it would be those types of videos. I loved fantasizing about fucking a woman in front of her husband (I told you; I have an exhibitionist kink), and giving her what her husband can't.

Sometimes, I will play one of these videos when Lena and I are messing around. We actually watched one a few nights before this, where the wife tied the husband up and forced him to watch her getting fucked. I think the theme was that it was revenge for the husband cheating or something. Anyway, it went so far as having the wife force the husband to lick the other man's (the bull's) cum out of her. Man, that would be the ultimate finish, to watch another guy lick my cum out of his wife after I had pounded her. Lena found that part of the video particularly hot. Someday, I would love to give her the opportunity to see a man lick my cum out of his wife.

That fantasy probably wasn't very realistic for tonight, so I knew I'd have to try the first route, tag-teaming my wife.

She walked into the hotel room first and made a quick trip to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to get out the "fun" suitcase.

When she came out of the bathroom, she was breathtaking. She had removed her dress and was standing before me in lacy black panties, a matching bra, and black stockings. She still had her heels on and she looked like a perfect fantasy, created just for me. Really, she should have been enough, and she was, but I want to give her as much pleasure as possible. With another man, we could take turns, and we could fuck her brains out all night. I felt like she deserved it, and I wanted it. Game on.

I walked straight to her and spun her around so that her back was to me. I began kissing her neck, occasionally grazing her ears. Using my hands, I worked her small breasts over, occasionally pinching her nipples lightly.

"Whatever the fantasy is tonight," she cooed. "I want to be dominated."

Fuck, my dick was about to rip a hole in my pants. She was going to be dominated.

Reached one hand down to the waistband of her panties, not wasting time teasing, and dove straight in with a technique that she loves. The idea is to penetrate her with two fingers, moving them around inside her, spreading them, bending them, etc., while working her clit with my palm. I had her panting in no time at all.

I slowed my manual stimulation of her, kissed up to her ear, gave it a gentle nibble, causing her to shiver.

"I've got a plan for something we've never done before," I whispered.

"I'm intrigued," she moaned in response.

This was it, I was going for it.

"We go down to the bar, you pick out a man, we come back here, and pleasure like you've never had before," I continued.

"Honey, I could never do that," she responded. "You are all I need."

"It would be so hot," I pleaded.

"This is something you want?" she asked.

"Oh yes, more than anything right now," I answered.

"I don't know," she said with ragged breath, clearly contemplating it.

Shit, I didn't think I would get this far.

""Listen," I offered. "We take it one step at a time, if at any point you feel uncomfortable, we call it quits, and it's just you and I."

She pushed my hands away, turned around and kissed me.

"If you want it that much, I'm willing to at least try," she answered.

Holy shit! We were actually going to do it! Or, at least try. Either way, farther than ever before.

She smiled nervously.

"So, what's the first step?" she asked.

"Well," I responded. "If you don't want to get thrown out of the bar, you're going to need some clothes."

She gave me a playful smack.

"But," I added. "No panties or bra."

While Lena claims to not be an exhibitionist, she loves going without underwear. Sometimes she skips them for dinner on a trip like this, as it always gets her more excited. I don't know if it's the idea that somehow someone might be able to get a peek, or just the cool air, or what, but she likes it. I needed every bit of help I could get tonight.

"You're naughty," she responded. "I like the way you're thinking."

It was already working.

We quickly worked out a plan. I would wait in the hotel lobby while she went to the bar. Then she would text if she found a man.

I could barely contain myself on the elevator ride down. My mouth was dry, my chest was tight, and I felt like I could pass out from excitement.

I sat down and watched her ass as she headed into the bar. It could just be me, but I think she walks a little differently when she isn't wearing panties, like she's rubbing her thighs together a bit more as she steps,

She returned to the lobby less than two minutes later, with no man, and a drink in her hand. I figured she chickened out. But to my chagrin, she had bought me a drink to sip while I waited. I figured that if she thought it would be a bit, then she must be serious. Game on!

It did take a bit, several bits actually. 30 minutes later, my drink long gone, my phone finally buzzed. By this time my more realistic side had been working to slowly let me down. Obviously, it wasn't going to happen tonight. I figured either way, she was open to it once, she may be again.

Now I just had to figure out how she would call it off. My best guess was that she would say she found him, and then when I walked in, she'd be alone, point to me and say, "there he is, the only man I need."

Sure enough, the text told me she had found someone.

When I entered the bar, however, she wasn't alone. The guy had his back turned to me and all I could make out was that he was taller than her and dark hair. As I rounded the table my heart sank. It was one of my coworkers from earlier. Lena was messing with me. She probably saw him, got understandably embarrassed, obviously not wanting him to see her try to pick up a guy, and so she probably told him I was on my way.

I was not ready for what she said to me at the table.

"I ran into James in here, and I remembered from earlier when he was telling us he was now a single man," she said nervously. "So, I thought hey, what better candidate than an old friend?"

I gave her a questioning look.

"He said he'd be up for it, and discrete, a secret just between the three of us, right James?" she answered.

He nodded.

This was not what I wanted. We needed a stranger. Not James. Anyone but James.

He used to work out of the same branch as I did, but got promoted to the Miami office. He and his wife moved there, and he was now the branch director. Unfortunately for him, while he was moving up the ladder, his wife was messing around behind his back. From what he said earlier, he hadn't been with a woman since his wife.

But there's more. James is probably 6'5" at least. He played linebacker in college. He's a big dude. And I'm not racist, but it might be important to note that he is an African American. I don't know if what they say is true, but I was intimidated by the possibility.

If that wasn't enough, the realization hit me that Lena was sitting here in a tight dress, next to my colleague, with no bra or panties. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

"What's the matter, honey?" she asked with pouting lips.

"Nothing, I uh, I just," I stammered. "Wouldn't it be weird?"

"Nonsense," she shot back. "Like you said, we're just playing around, if at any point it gets uncomfortable, we stop, right?

"I guess," was the best I could answer.

And with that, we were headed up to the room. I don't even remember paying the tab or getting in the elevator. My head was awash in anxiety, fear, wondering what would happen, how I could call it off, trying to think of a way to get her to call it off, etc.

Once we walked through the door, I was frozen with fear. We were all nervous, in fact.

Finally, Lena of all people spoke up. She directed James and I to sit on two large, upholstered chairs sitting across from each other in our suite.

"I've got it," she said. "You sit there, and you there."

We both did as requested.

"Ok, now both of you, close your eyes," she said.

We both did as requested again. I could hear her rustling around in the suitcase, I figured for a blindfold for her. I wanted so bad to open my eyes, but I think out of fear as much as anything, I kept them shut.

I felt her unfasten and slide my pants down. To be honest, my exhibitionist side was nowhere to be found in that moment. I did not want to have my package hanging out there, in case James was as big as I thought he was. For a brief moment, I had a flash of Lena sucking a really large, black dick. As much as that was not my fantasy, I felt my cock stiffen at the thought, and I didn't know why. Well, at least I'd be in top form when we open our eyes.

Then I heard, and felt, two distinctive clicks. Lena was handcuffing me. We had two sets of soft-touch handcuffs with long chains.

What was she doing? Was she going to tie the two of us up to calm her nerves and let her explore us? Honestly, the thought of her doing anything with James was suddenly turning me on, despite me fears and my distinct desire to NOT do this.

"Open your eyes!" she exclaimed.

When my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that it was just me that was cuffed. James was just sitting there. Lena had looped my cuffs under my chair, so they were effectively held out, I couldn't move them to my body. That's when I realized I couldn't reach my dick. I looked around, but Lena was nowhere to be seen. Then I felt her breath on my neck, and I felt her hands on my head, and then......

Oh shit. She looped a ball gag around my face, shoved the ball into my mouth before I could say anything, and tightened it. What the fuck was she doing?!

For a quick bit of background, generally, Lena likes to be the submissive one. Occasionally, I do enjoy it. While I don't actually like using the gag on her, it does add something when it's my turn and it's used on me. But that didn't make sense tonight. She told me that SHE wants to be the submissive one tonight. How are the two of us supposed to fuck her all night if one of us is tied in the chair? That's when the real panic set in.

Lena stood between our two chairs and motioned for James to come to her.

Shit, this was really happening. I had to admit, despite all my anxieties, and how much I knew I didn't want this, it felt a little bit exciting. I'm usually the dominant one, which I prefer, but here, the change of pace of being submissive can be hot. This was not how I wanted to play that out though.

James walked toward Lena, when he got close, she put her arms around his neck, like they were about to slow dance, and looked straight into his eyes.

"Hold on," James said, breaking the embrace. He took his jacket off, took his phone out of the pocket, and turned on some romantic music. He then placed the phone on the dresser on one side of the room and returned to Lena.

They resumed the embrace and began slow dancing, their bodies apart at first but slowly moving closer together.

"This is his fantasy," Lena said. "To watch his wife be dominated by a bigger man."

"No, it's fucking not Lena," I screamed, "You have it backwards! Cut this shit right now!"

At least, I would have yelled that, except that I had a fucking ball gag in my mouth. Truth be told, I didn't make a peep. I told myself it was out of fear. But somewhere inside, the whole situation was exciting. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was tied up, gagged, and in a chair while my wife, who, oh yeah, ISN'T WEARING FUCKING PANTIES, was slow dancing with a large black man, WHO I KNOW FROM WORK!

James looked at me. I sat frozen.

"Are you sure this is what he wants?" James asked, still staring at me.

"Oh yeah," Lena said. "Look how hard he is."

She wasn't wrong, my dick was as hard as it's ever been, BECAUSE THERE IS CLEARLY SOMETHING FUCKING WONG WITH ME! You would think that shame from my own reaction would have stifled the erection, but no, it was sticking up like a fucking flagpole.

James nodded, and while it might have been my imagination, I thought he might have given the slightest little chuckle. Was he making fun of my erection? Was this making me even more aroused? Shit, probably correct on both counts.

"Ok," James said as they continued to dance. "I'll do what I can."

Oh, thank you James, this is you trying to be nice? You're there dancing my fucking wife, the mother of my children, who is smoking hot, and probably worth mentioning again that she isn't wearing panties, and you think you are helping me live out a fantasy?

James pressed their bodies together, and as they swayed, he moved his huge hands down onto my wife's plump ass.

"Damn, girl," he said. "That is a FINE ass."

Oh, so now he's going to talk dirty. Great. My fantasy? Nope. But hey, he's playing his part. I guess this is what friends are for?!

"I've never been with a black man before," Lena said seductively.

James smiled, leaned in, and began to kiss Lena. Much to my horror, Lena was kissing him back, passionately, like two long-lost lovers. As they kissed, he was slowly working the back of her dress up over her voluptuous, pale ass. His massive, black hands were now on her bare cheeks, the contrast made it seem even more dirty, more wrong. Oh shit, my dick was literally twitching. Why was I enjoying this?!