It took almost six months to arrange but finally the day arrived. Mace and Charlie had been married for over twenty years and as most marriages do, the sexual component had waned somewhat. It wasn't for lack of trying, because he introduced all sorts of things which they both enjoyed.
They incorporated anal sex which, after a short learning curve mainly involving appropriate preparation, they enjoyed. He introduced all kinds of positions into their sex lives, fantasized, used toys, acted out scenarios in role playing, tried bondage, mild spanking and flogging and did just about everything to keep their sex life vibrant, but the spark was still not fully rekindled.
Maybe it was because they knew each other too well and knew which buttons to push and what responses to expect. The magic of new exploration was overpowered by the mundaneness of familiarity.
Charlie was somewhat the more submissive partner and welcomed Mace's dominance and control, so whatever new sexual titillation he introduced, she was always a willing participant.
Their love for each other had not diminished; actually, it had grown, and they were the proverbial soulmates. They reached the stage where they finished each other's sentences and often, a look or a gesture was all the communication that they needed!
One night, after a torrid bout of love making, he asked her if she ever thought about bringing any of their fantasies to life.
Haltingly, she shared that the one of their fantasies that she often wondered about, was having sex with another woman, and what it would be like.
He was mildly surprised that she hadn't wondered what sex with another man would be like, given that he was the one who had deflowered her and as far as he knew, was the only man who had ever breached the gates of her garden of Eden.
Notwithstanding that, he was glad that she shared her private desires with him.
When he asked her how come she had never mentioned it before, she responded that she wasn't sure that she would be okay watching him have sex with another woman! Laughing, he teased her, asking if she was jealous.
"Sort of," she replied, halfway embarrassed, "I don't know if I am ready to share your dick with anyone else."
He hugged her and said,
"Baby, this dick will always be yours, you don't ever have to worry about it belonging to anyone else.
Tears of joy came to her eyes, and she buried her face in his chest. He raised her head and kissed her long and deep until it caused a stirring deep within her soul.
"Thank you," she whispered, "I hope that you know that this pussy always belongs to you too."
"I know," he said, "that I know!"
A few days later he told her that he had a possible solution to her dilemma. Interested, she asked him what the solution was. He said,
"Why don't we have a threesome with a man first. That way you won't have to worry about watching me having sex with anyone else. If you are comfortable with that, then perhaps we could try with a woman after you know how it feels for either of us to see the other have sex with someone else."
"Let me think about it." She responded.
About two weeks later, she asked him,
"Where would we find this other guy?"
At first, he didn't know what she was talking about, but then he remembered his suggestion. He asked her if she had anyone in mind and she rolled her eyes at him. Knowing what that meant, he asked her if she wanted to choose the individual. She said she would leave that up to him.
"Okay," he said, "I will put an ad on a swingers' site and select the guy that I think that you would most be attracted to and who also meets my requirements. You can then meet him and give the final ok."
"What if I don't like him after you choose him?" she asked.
"Then, I will continue looking for another prospect," he responded.
"What are your requirements?" she asked.
"Well, first he must be a gentleman, one who respects you and treats you like a lady. He must realize that I am choosing to share my most prized possession with him and appreciate that, and not think that you are there to be his whore or piece of ass.
He should be clean and decent looking, reasonably fit, and have a thickish cock that is at least 7 to 8 inches long and can keep it up! Race for me is not an issue, and I expect that it isn't for you either. He must also be a nonsmoker.
I would prefer him to be married, as that would suggest that he would have as much to lose as we do and would be a great incentive for him to be disease free.
Since I know that you don't like condoms, I am suggesting that we don't require them, but he must produce evidence that he is still married and living with his wife and have a health clearance certificate less than two weeks old."
"That's pretty much what I would like too. How come you want someone with a big cock?" she asked.
"Well, mine is fairly big and I suspect that you wouldn't want anyone smaller than me. In addition, I have noticed that when we fantasize, you always come harder when we imagine someone with a big cock," he answered.
She laughed and said,
"You really know me, don't you?"
"I think so," he grinned.
"Want me to go ahead with my suggestion?" he asked.
"Let's give it a try," she agreed.
"Ok, I will need to prepare a profile, take some photos of you to post and see what responses we get."
"I don't want my face to appear in the photos," she told him, and my ass belongs to you and you only, so let it be known that anal sex is off the table!"
"Yes, Ma'am," he chuckled. "You don't really think that I would post photos that show your face, do you? You mom might see them, and we would have hell to pay," he teased.
"What would my mom be doing, checking swinger's sites," she laughed.
"Uhhmmm, maybe the same thing that we are doing," he quipped. "She still looks kind of good for an old girl," he parried.
"Oooo..., what are you doing checking out my mama? I am going to tell her that you said that, and that she goes on swingers' sites!"
