I unexpectedly developed the desire to see my wife Sarah fuck another man. We'd been married for twenty years. In that time we'd explored everything we'd wanted to sexually. Each of us was open to the sexual desires of the other and our sexual interests were very much aligned. We'd taken bondage as far as we were comfortable, switching who was bound and who was in control, who was submissive and who was dominant. We'd had sex in different places like cars, bathrooms, theaters, and adult book stores.
We had rules and things we wouldn't do. The only one that I'd agreed to at first but over the years had wanted to remove was that we were monogamous. I didn't want to fuck other women. I really wanted to watch her fuck another man. I brought this up with her but she declined. I brought it up multiple times but she refuted it saying that she liked that I belonged to her and she belonged to me. I told her that no matter who else we fucked we'd still belong to each other. She didn't agree. We were at a stalemate and eventually she told me to stop asking because it wasn't going to happen.
We still continued with our passionate and varied love life. Most men in my place would be ecstatic to have such an open and beautiful woman. Beautiful does not even do her justice. She is gorgeous, sexy, refined, articulate, intelligent, independent, and sensual in a way that I've never experienced in another person. I felt myself lagging in all of those attributes and struggled to not fall so far behind as to not be worthy of her companionship.
She's taller than most women with long luscious legs. I'm taller than her but our legs are still about the same length, which works to our advantage when fucking in various positions. She has light blonde straight hair that she has let grow down to the middle of her back. She has fair skin, a couple shades darker than milky white. She has dark blue eyes that sparkle when the sun hits them right. When we first met in our mid-twenties she had seemed too thin, but the first time I'd seen her naked she'd had perfect round breasts that barely filled my hands and a firm ass I wanted to caress and spank. Over the years she's filled out more, a combination of age and exercise has only added curves to her physique.
I see men looking at her all the time whether at the gym or just out grocery shopping. It's perhaps those looks that first got me thinking about wanting to see her fucked by another man. The desire hadn't been there when we'd first dated and married. I'd have been too jealous to let another man touch her. I enjoyed hearing about her past sexual experiences and didn't mind that men found her attractive or even hit on her when she was alone, but it would have broken my heart if she'd fucked another man. Eventually that changed.
We often recorded ourselves having sex just for us to view and not to be posted on the internet. In the videos I'd watch her and think how incredible she looked getting fucked. I couldn't really watch her when we had sex as being a part of it didn't give that voyeuristic thrill. So, I'd get her to masturbate for me. I'd jerk off as she fucked herself with a dildo. That still wasn't enough. I'd get her to tell me stories of past lovers. That just fed my imagination.
So I talked to her about having sex with another man but she wouldn't do it. I had given up on ever doing that when I had an idea, an idea that came to me during one of our sexual adventures.
One thing we'd both wanted to do was fuck on a pool table in a bar. We wouldn't be able to do it with other people around since we weren't that adventurous, but it was something we both wanted. Eventually we found a bar that opened early and was deserted in the mid-afternoon. It had a large pool room in the back that was almost separate from the bar area. We decided we'd do it there. We picked a day and went there together.
That day she wore a short pleated skirt that barely covered her ass, black ankle boots, and a loose blouse with thin straps. It was the least she'd wear in public because the outfit screamed "Fuck me!" which of course is what I liked about it.
The place was empty except for the bartender. He was younger than us, probably in his mid-thirties. He had long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was as tall as me but a bit bigger around. He was a good-looking guy, somewhat grizzled for his age. We ordered a pitcher of beer from him, and took it and a couple of mugs back to the pool room. I noticed him watching her walk away and smiled to myself. Since there was no one else in the bar I wondered if he might come back to the pool room to talk to us just to find an excuse to look at her more. What if he came back while we were fucking as we were intending to do? We'd have to get out in a hurry.
We setup a rack of balls at the table at the back of the room and out of the sight line of the doorway to the rest of the bar. We played for a bit and drank a couple of beers. Mostly she teased me, bending over the table so her skirt lifted up showing the thin G-string underwear or leaning over from the other side of the table so I could see right down her shirt to her black lace bra. When one of us had to walk around the other we'd touch each other. She'd brush her hand across my groin and my growing erection. I'd drift my hand across her butt or around her stomach quickly before she'd walk past me. It was a teasing dance, driving each other wild before we fucked, as well as gaining our courage.
Eventually, she took a shot, missed, turned around to face me, her back to the doorway to the bar, and leaned back against the pool table, spreading her legs. Her blonde hair drifted across one side of her face and she was looking up at me with that stare that told me that she'd had enough and it was time. I walked towards her and she immediately had her hands on my zipper, had it open, and pulled my half-hard dick out. I groaned as she stroked it in her hands, quick and rough with her fingers wrapping beneath the head.
I leaned in towards her, she tilted her head back, and we kissed. We kissed hard like we were trying to devour each other. I pressed her against the pool table, spreading her legs around me as I pulled her skirt up. I ran my hands up and down her smooth thighs then gripped her hips as she stroked my cock hard and rubbed it between her legs. She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes hungrily.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me now."
She sat up on the pool table, letting go of my cock to pull her skirt up higher. She spread her legs wide, dangling off the edge of the pool table. I took a few seconds just to look at her, perched there, her legs spread, her G-string barely covering her pussy, the ankle boots swaying above the floor, her hair flung back so she could watch me. I could feel the need for her in my gut.
"Watch the doorway," she said, turning her head towards the doorway at the other end of the room.
"Of course," I said, my throat dry despite the beers.
"And film it," she said. "Get your phone and film it."
"Good idea," I said.
I took my phone out of my pocket and fumbled with it a bit. I'd filmed us fucking many times, but this time was more urgent. We could be caught by the bartender or anyone walking in. I stood there with my erection sticking out hard from my pants and Sarah laughed.
"This is hard right now," I said, holding back a laugh myself.
"I can see that," she said, her voice almost purring.
Finally I got the app started and saw it was recording. I held the phone out so I could see the image it was recording. I aimed it directly at her. I took a few steps back to get a full view of her. For some reason it was even hotter seeing her on the screen of the phone. She titled her head to the side and touched a finger to her lips.
"So you gonna fuck me before someone shows up or what?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said.
I hesitated, wanting to record a few more seconds of her like that. Then I stepped towards her, aiming the phone down between her legs where my cock soon came into view.
"Here let me take care of that," she said.
