My name is Rob McMillan and I manage a major branch of a rather large shipping firm. I have been happily married for twenty years to a gal I met in college. Erika is a beautiful blond Swede with long tan legs and really great tits.
An employee of mine, Art Lloyd, tried to get my job by blackmail. He sent me anonymous e-mails with pictures he said were of my wife and her lover. My reaction to the whole thing was highly inappropriate. I was sexually aroused by pictures I thought were of my wife with another man. Somehow my wife and I got through it.
But I came out of it with a new sexual fetish that I did not know I had. I was aroused by the thought of my wife fucking another man. With my encouragement my wife began an affair with an old college boyfriend. She wouldn't let me watch but telling me about their sex had given me sexual pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced before. They spent a weekend together once or twice each month.
Erika and I seemed young again at forty-two! She had always traveled with me on business trips but now we seemed to have a lot more fun. We were presently in Chicago for a meeting of the corporate board. As the manager of a major branch I was expected to attend and participate in each board meeting.
The chairman of our board was a capable and fun loving gentleman named William R. Fuller. He was "Billy" to his friends and close associates. He was fifty years old but looked younger. He was tall and attractive – handsome some of the women said and he had a reputation for playing around – discretely of course.
Billy and I had been close friends in addition to business associates for years. Erika and I had helped him through a very rough divorce, which was expensive because his wife had caught him in flagrante delicto and got a very good settlement. He had always had a "thing" for Erika and every time we were together he made a ritual pass at her, which by now had become a joke since she always laughed and said no.
Billy and Erika and I were having dinner at the Peninsula Hotel and then a bit of dancing to soft music. Billy was dancing with my wife and I watched him put his hand on her ass as he always did and I waited for her to laugh and remove it as usual. But this time she did not remove his hand. Instead she pulled him close and whispered in his ear. I could see them whispering to each other intensely as he continued to play with her ass.
When he brought her back to the table she did not sit down but took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor.
"He made his usual pass," she said.
"Yeah. I saw him playing with your ass. What did you say?"
"I told him that a few months ago we discovered that you liked to watch."
"Jesus! What did he say then?"
Erika chuckled, "We had a very frank conversation, darling."
"What the hell does THAT mean?" I asked.
"I told him you might like to watch him fuck me," she said with a chuckle.
"Jesus. You said it just like that?"
"Just like that baby and I let him keep playing with my ass. When this dance is over I'm going to the ladies room and you two can talk. He knows that watching me fuck another guy turns you on."
I was suddenly scared. Billy had been a close friend for years but now he knew my most private secret. How do I talk to a guy that knows that?
"What the hell do I say?" I asked, desperation in my voice.
Erika laughed, "There's only ONE thing to say baby. And it's a question."
"What's that question?"
"Would you like to fuck my wife while I watch?" Erika said and then threw her head back and laughed loudly at the classic cuckold's question.
"I can't say that!"
"Do you want to watch me spread my legs for him?"
"Of course I do."
"Poor baby!" She said with a chuckle. "I know it's not easy but you're gonna have to say something like that. Think of a clever way."
Then she laughed again like this was the funniest thing that had ever happened to me.
"How the hell do I say that and sound clever?"
"Listen darling," she said very seriously. "I could tell by his reaction that he was not shocked. Only surprised that a close friend of many years had discovered a new ... a new ... well, shall we say ... recreation. I have a feeling he's met couples like us before. He's experienced. He sounded real interested."
"So you think he's really serious about this?" I asked.
"Yeah I do. I know you want to watch me fuck a guy and he's your best chance. Billy will be safe and regular. Darling I know you're nervous because this is your first time. You're embarrassed. But just relax and keep your sense of humor. A lot of couples do this. Try to laugh and joke about it because that will reduce your embarrassment. Okay?"
"Okay," I said, as the music stopped and we headed for the table. "I'll try to say something. I don't know what."
When we got to the table Erika excused herself and headed for the ladies' room. I sat down with Billy. He smiled at me warmly but I felt very nervous and ashamed. He'd been a close friend for years. How can I ask him that question? My brain was racing trying to think of what to say. We sat in silence for several minutes until finally he spoke.
"How long have you known?" Billy said softly in a friendly manner, moving his chair closer to mine.
"Several months," I said. It was hard to talk. I was almost shaking. I felt like a pervert. Shit! I WAS a pervert!
"How many guys have fucked her?" He asked almost in a whisper but in a matter-of-fact fashion.
"Only one," I answered. "An old college boyfriend."
"Do they let you watch?"
"No," I said. "But I want to."
"Is he doing her regular?" Billy asked in the same soft confidential manner.
"A couple of weekends a month. She tells me about it and I get excited and ... well you know," I said, remembering jacking off with a picture in my head of Ben Ziegler fucking her.
"Robbie," he said softly, "Would you like to watch me fuck your wife?"
I was too overwhelmed with shame to talk. I closed my eyes and nodded my head yes.
"Well Robbie," he said softly leaning closer and putting his hand on my shoulder in a very friendly manner, "over the years I've done this with three couples. Two strangers were easy. Only one guy was a real close friend like you and ... well ... I had a hard time getting to ... you know ... getting ... acquainted ... with his wife."
"She was real shy at first but once she got into it, that red-headed bitch fucked like a mink. Drove her husband wild to watch us fuck. I did her regular for several years till they moved across the country."
Shit! Redheaded bitch! Moved across the country! He was talking about Harold Moore and his wife Rita! My God! They were dignified church going people, almost fundamentalists. Rita taught Sunday school. I can't imagine her pumping her ass like a slut while Harold pounded his peter like a high school kid. That poor helpless bastard was trapped by the same fetish that controlled me.
"But after I got acquainted with his wife," Billy continued, "we both had a lot of fun with hubby watching."
I thought about him getting acquainted with Erika. Shit! My mouth was so dry I couldn't talk as I pictured her spreading her legs for my friend Billy.
"You know that I've always joked about fuckin Erika. But I really wanted to fuck her and from what she said on the dance floor she'll fuck. But the only way she'll do it is if I let you watch. That's fine with me. So Robbie, would you like to watch us fuck tonight?"
I trembled with eagerness as he asked that question but I was still unable to talk. I closed my eyes again and just nodded my head.
I realized that my friend of many years was trying to make this easier for me. He didn't make me ask that damn cuckold's question. He was a close friend and he was being very nice about this. All I had to do was nod my head. I felt real grateful to him because this situation was so embarrassing.
"I have a large suite upstairs Rob. You realize of course that Erika and I will need some private time to ... you know ... to get ... well ... acquainted."
Then he laughed. It was a warm and friendly laugh but I knew when he said, "get acquainted" he was talking about fucking my wife in private before he let me watch them do it. Then he continued.
"I think it will be better the ... the first time ... with just your wife and me in my bedroom. You can have a drink in the living room while we ... ah ... you know ... get acquainted. Then we'll let you into the bedroom and you can watch us ... ah ... watch us ... you know ... do it again. Does that sound okay?"
He was being very delicate but I began to tremble in anticipation and I still found it impossible to speak. I closed my eyes and nodded yes, realizing as I did so that I had just given my friend permission to fuck my wife in private while I waited outside the room.
Oh shit! I had a throbbing erection and I reached down to reposition it in my pants.
Billy chuckled and asked, "Is the thought of me fucking your wife giving you a hard on Rob?"
I nodded, eyes closed like before, not looking at him. Ashamed. I felt like a boy dealing with a man. Totally humiliated but horny as hell. Almost trembling, I couldn't stop thinking about watching Billy fuck my wife.
"Let's go to the men's room," he said and got up from the table.
I followed him meekly staring down at the floor. When we got inside he pointed to a stall.
"Go in there and take care of it," he said. "You'll feel better."
I went into the stall and got my dick out. Shit! I thought. I'm jacking off in a men's room while my friend waits for me to do it and he knows I'm pounding my peter thinking about him fucking my wife. This is as embarrassing as it gets!
