Before I get to the meat of this story, let me first tell you how this evening came to be! My wife of fourteen years, decided she wanted to get into something new and more exciting in our sex life, or should I say, lack there of? Oh, we still had sex more than most married couples of fourteen years, but it was more mechanical, and predictable as hell. I guess looking at the same bodies for all that time makes one tend to lose something in the excitement department!
Anyway, my wife {Let's call her Bri!} had put on some weight after having our two kids. Not that the extra pounds changed how I felt about her, but she seemed less inclined to even try being sexy for me, and didn't seem all that interested in changing the dull normal routine of predictable foreplay, and just as predictable sex. She seemed more like she wanted to hurry things up in case someone heard us! I on the other hand, I could not have cared less if the entire house heard us. I wanted the old times back, where we had wild passionate sex at the drop of a hat.
Like every other argument, my wife always got her way. She has this ability to squeeze her vaginal muscles like she's milking a cow, which sends me over the edge every time! Now although that might sound extremely erotic, after awhile, it becomes somewhat of a let down when she does it to get things over with, on her time schedule. When she gets all that she wants, then she pulls that little trick and just rolls over, and goes happily to sleep, leaving me less than happy at the outcome.
As time went on, I kind of relented to having what she wanted, and usually just conceded to her idea of what was an appropriate amount of time. At my age, (I'm in my mid- forties.) I assumed this was the best I could hope for. With her not even wanting to try seconds, I soon just didn't even try for more than once.
Bri got us a computer one year for us to have something to do to pass our leisure time. I was a little reluctant at first to delve into the world of the Internet. I figured, what could that thing do for me anyway? As it turned out, it was just the thing we needed to put a little spark back into our marriage, or so I thought!
I soon found out that my wife had a kinky side I was not aware of. Nor do I think she even was until she discovered an Internet site that catered to the steamier side of life. The things that people wrote about fascinated Bri, or things they claimed to have experienced personally. I watched her interests grow in the fields of BDSM, and forced sex acts! She seemed to get so turned on by them that I was in shock when she began taking me to the local sex shops, to see what they had available.
Now I wasn't just a tag along in these trips. I found myself wondering; just how far she might be willing to take this? So, I prodded her to try a few items, just for the fun of it. We bought vibrators, handcuffs, small soft whips, and an assortment of other restraints, so that I could "torture" her. Needless to say, our sex life became much more active! It was after a few months of this delightful new turn of events, that my devious mind began to come up with all kinds of different scenarios that might make things even more of a turn on for her. I, inevitably look to my wife's pleasure, before mine. I know how non-typical that sounds, but I really do like watching my wife's reactions to what is happening to her! Which leads me to my story!
We had finally got the kids to bed early one Friday night, unusual for me as I worked nights. It was a holiday weekend, and we got the long weekend starting Thursday night. I had decided to take Bri out for a night on the town. I got my mother to come over and keep an eye on things while we were gone. As the kids were already asleep, she shouldn't have any worries, but I gave her my cell phone number, and a list of emergency numbers, just in case.
I had insisted that Bri wear a skirt with nothing on underneath, and a somewhat daring blouse, that showed off her cleavage, to her dismay. But, she went along with my request, and even gave me that " what's on your mind" smile. As the evening went along, I fed her drinks at regular intervals to keep her on a slow ride to intoxication. She is not much of a drinker, and I didn't want the evening to end by her getting sick.
I also kept tantalizing her by feeling her up at the most inappropriate times! As she was getting off of her stool at the club, for instance, I would slide my finger up the back of her leg, exposing her ass to any curious lookers on. At first, she would just grimace at me for being myself, but as the night wore on, her inhibitions wore down!
I could tell the attention I was giving her, as well as the smiles she was getting from the younger guys at the club were really turning her on. Now, I really need to explain, and describe my wife. She is no bathing beauty by any means, she is very self-conscious of her looks when she goes out, she has put on a few extra pounds since having our boys, and doesn't even try to compete with the tiny women that are usually at these clubs. I cannot say she is fat, but I guess full figured would be a better description! She is about five foot six, and in the mid hundreds. Bri has generous thirty eight D's that she tries to hide at every opportunity, hence the reason I made her wear the low cut blouse.
Bri has mousy plain looks that normally would not attract a lot of attention, but she has amazingly large lips, that when she applies lipstick to them, really gives her a sexy look that grabs every guys attention! She has soft dreamy brown bedroom eyes, and a nicely rounded ass that also, when dressed tightly, grabs plenty of attention! Bri is somewhat shy, and hates being the center of attention. She goes to great lengths to blend in. I had made that quite impossible that night!
Now, by around midnight, Bri had had quite a bit to drink. She was no longer even pulling away from me when I slid my hand up her skirt, even with a couple of guys at the pool tables watching! I figured this was my one chance to get even bolder than I had hoped earlier. As Bri warmed up to my attentions, by now I had her skirt almost fully above her bare ass, playing with both hands over the roundness of each cheek! This was all in full view of two younger guys at the next table. Believe me, they were not being shy about watching either. I guess being in their place I wouldn't be shy either. The one guy I could even hear saying, " He wished he had a shot at that!" Now my devious mind kicked into full speed.
I began to wonder just how far, I would be willing to take this? Just how bad did I want to see my wife's fantasies come true? Would I actually allow another man to touch, or better yet, have sex with my wife as I watched? The more I thought about it, the easier my answer became. I was getting a raging hard-on at just the thought of it. The idea of watching as, possibly these two younger guys, put it to her, almost was more than I could take!
I needed desperately to use the men's room. I needed to relieve some of this tension before I embarrassed myself! I kind of half-heartedly excused myself, and on my way by the two younger guys, I said, "Keep an eye on her will you? I need to use the can!" The smiles I got in return, assured me they would be more than happy to keep an eye on her! I just hoped I didn't miss anything while I was gone!
By the time I actually got in to use the can, I really had to go, thereby ruining a perfectly good erection! Good thing, as just about the time I was finishing up, one of the guys from the pool table came into the stall next to me. Now I am by no means gay, but this guys cock was a full ten inches soft! I couldn't help but glance over. I hoped another guy's appreciation of his equipment didn't offend him? I quickly zipped up, and headed out the door.
When I was on my way back, by way of the bar, the guy in the can caught up to me. He introduced himself, "Hey, I'm Ron." he told me. "Me and my buddy Jinx couldn't help but notice your hot wife back there! Any chance you guys are looking for a little help tonight?"
I almost choked on my drink. How could he have come to the very conclusion I was hoping to have that night? I looked at him for a few seconds before answering, "As a matter of fact Ron, I was hoping to give my wife a little "surprise" tonight. Any chance you guys are up for it, or was that just a brave way of starting a conversation?" I guess my, just as quick response, wasn't something he was prepared for, as now it was his turn to choke on his drink!
