4 comments/ 72021 views/ 34 favorites HOT Wife Threesome By: DooMyWife2 My wife, Brandie, and I, have been into the HOT Wife sexual lifestyle for a couple of decades, now. I've often been asked, by couples, interested in trying that for themselves, or by men, interested in becoming the other man in a HOT Wife threesome, how this lifestyle works, and what is a typical HOT Wife threesome like? I don't know that there is a typical threesome, because there's differences in every one of them. Different people, different ways they meet, different situations and places of the sex, and this variety is one of the things that keeps the HOT Wife lifestyle so fun and exciting. Every encounter is like having sex for the first time, all over again. But for the entertainment of everyone, and the possible education of those looking to get into this sort of thing for themselves, I'm going to relate one of our experiences in the following story. This will have interest value for those interested in trying the HOT Wife sexual lifestyle for themselves, for those men looking to become that other man, and for voyeurs, because in any HOT Wife sexual encounter, there is a lot of "watching" going on, and for me, that's one of my biggest thrills about it all. Sharing my wife with other men, was always, my fantasy and desire. I tried to get my first wife to do it and she never would. The break up of that marriage had to do with a lot of other things than her lack of willingness to indulge me in my sexual fantasies. But when I met my current wife, Brandie, I saw her as potentially one day becoming a HOT Wife. It took me several years of marriage to convince her to try it, and although it was originally my fantasy and desire, once she tried it, she came to realize just how much fun it was and how much she really enjoyed it as well. Brandie has a natural exhibitionist streak in her, that she really never knew existed. I brought that out in her and through a long drawn out process, I showed her that her desire to be looked at by other men went a little deeper than just being attractive to the opposite sex, which is of course, what every woman wants to do. Once Brandie realized that being looked at by other men really turned her on, sexually, then it was a short step to getting her to actually have sex with other men while I, and maybe even others, watched. My wife found out that having sex with another man, while I, her husband, was right there watching and joining in, took her to new heights of sexual ecstasy never before experienced! So, here now, is the story of just one of our HOT Wife, threesome encounters. Enjoy! My wife, Brandie, and I, had been swapping emails, and doing Internet chatting, with a man named Matt for a couple of months. He had found us on line, in an advertisement, where we said that we were looking for other men to join us in threesomes sharing my wife. He had never done that before, but found the idea titillating and he was also turned on by the pictures of Brandie he had seen, so he was talking to us about how this all worked. I enjoy talking to anyone about the HOT Wife sexual lifestyle and don't mind sharing our experiences with others. So, I didn't mind the back and forth conversations that he and I had for months about how it all worked. He probably enjoyed more, the conversations he was having with my wife, that were a little less instructional, and a lot more sexual. Brandie doesn't cybersex chat, nor does she do cybervideo sex. Before computers, she never did phone sex, either. (Except on rare occasions, with me, when I was still a soldier far from home). But she would engage Matt in a back and forth about what she liked, (sexually), and why she enjoyed being shared by her husband with other men. And Brandie wasn't shy, with him, or me, about the fact that she liked Matt's pictures and was willing to have sex with him. So, eventually, Matt decided to meet us and possibly join us in a threesome. No matter how long we had communicated with a man, nor how many pictures Brandie had seen of him, or him of her, every time we met a man, it was always with a "no expectations" rule in mind. We had to really meet, in person, and Brandie had to click with the man, before there would be any expectation of sex of any kind. Brandie was the one, to always make that decision about whether or not to actually have sex with a man. And sometimes, we had met men, with whom we had conversed for some time and whom, Brandie had seen pictures of and was interested in, from those pics. But once we met, she was turned off by something about him and so we ended up not having the threesome with him. Although Brandie had the final decision making power about who we actually had a threesome with, I did as well. For instance, there were times, when we met a man, and she was so taken by his good looks and sexy personality, that her pussy was overriding her commonsense, and she didn't pick up on something about the man, that I did. Usually, this was something that just told me this guy wasn't going to respect my wife, and me, or that he thought this was all about him, when it's definitely not! So, while he was charming Brandie right out of her G-string, I didn't get a good vibe on the guy, and so I would veto any threesome happening. Brandie has always respected my intuition on this and so even if she thought the guy was right, if I said no, she didn't argue with me. So basically the point is, that Brandie isn't forced by me to fuck anyone she doesn't want to, and we both have to agree on anyone that she does fuck. We agreed to meet Matt, on a Friday night, in a hotel restaurant in a large city, about 50 miles from where we live. This is another thing that we usually like to do when meeting a new man for the first time, meet in a neutral location. So, that if at dinner, we didn't all three make a connection, then it would be easy enough to say our polite goodbyes and go our separate ways. For me, as soon as we start putting some things into an overnight bag for the trip to this meeting, and possible threesome, my sexual enjoyment and roller coaster of emotions begins! When I see my wife picking out her sexy evening wear for dinner, and a couple of choices of lingerie for later, my sexual hormones begin to charge through my body. I'm watching, my wife, pick out clothing, that she hopes will entice another man to want to fuck her! My cock starts to grow in my pants. My heart rate ticks up a notch. My breathing gets a little faster. It turns me on to know that I'm watching, my wife, picking these sexy clothes, and thinking about fucking another man! Emotionally, my mind is thinking several things. I'm excited and aroused, to think that my wife is horny, and hot enough to want to have sex with another man, even while I'm there watching. I'm proud of her that another man finds her attractive enough to want to fuck her. And there's even a little jealousy that creeps into my mind as I think to myself, what kind of a slut fucks another man while her husband watches? That seems like such a nasty, dirty, thing to do, and that thought, always leads me right back around to arousal! My wife, being a dirty, nasty, hot little slut, a woman, who is so turned on, so sexually excited, that she wants to fuck, and it matters not, if it's me, or another man fucking her, turns me on more than just about any other sexual thought I have ever conjured up! So, we packed some bags, late morning on Friday, and made the short trip to the hotel and checked in by midday. This was not a cheap hotel. It had a very large and nice bar/lounge in it, that had live bands on the weekends, (they would have live music tonight), and a restaurant that required a dress code to enter. We had requested a room with a single, king sized bed, and rooms like that, in this hotel, were huge rooms. When you entered our room, there was a longer than usual hallway, that had two closets in it, one to the left, and one on the right, next to the bathroom door, the bathroom being immediately inside the entry door, on the right. Just beyond the closet on the left, was a refrigerator and microwave, coffee pot, and short counter space for food and drink preparation. Then you entered into the room itself, where the king sized bed was centered on the right side wall, with a nightstand on either side of it. There was a fluffy love seat against the wall of the bathroom, on the right side of the bed, and over on the left side, by the window, was another chair and a couch. In the far corner of the room, was a desk and office type chair. In the middle of the room, off the end of the huge bed, was a bureau with drawers in it and a huge mirror on the wall above it. The flat screen TV was on the wall, in the corner, by the refrigerator and microwave area. It was a very nice room. We settled in, putting all our clothes away, hanging up what needed to be hung, then went downstairs to get some lunch. We weren't scheduled to meet Matt, in the lobby, until 8:00 pm. So we needed some lunch, since dinner would be pretty late tonight. After lunch, we returned to our room and by a fluke, I discovered something really cool! Both the closet doors had full length mirrors on them, as did the inside, and outside of the bathroom door. If I was in the bathroom, and the closet doors were partially opened in just the right way, and the bathroom door was half shut, then I could plainly see the big king sized bed, and whoever was on it, in the bathroom mirror, almost as if it were a large flat screen TV and the image was being broadcast on the screen! Apparently, the image was being reflected off the large mirror on the wall above the bureau, to the closet door mirror on the right, into the closet door mirror on the left, then into the mirror on the outside of the bathroom door, and finally, onto the large mirror in the bathroom, above the sink. I could see my wife sitting on the edge of the bed. I asked her if she could see me in the big mirror on the wall, at the foot of the bed. She said that she could, but not real well, (I didn't have the light on in the bathroom). I surmised, that later this evening, when the room was darker, with little lighting on in the room, that looking in the large mirror at the end of the bed, there would probably just be a dark square, where the bathroom door was and I wouldn't be seen inside. Before we went down to dinner, later that evening, I tested that theory. My wife confirmed that she could not see me inside the bathroom, even though I could plainly see her, sitting on the bed, in the bathroom mirror above the sink. I thought that THIS was going to be a voyeur's delight, tonight! I love to watch my wife having sex with other men and I really like to be right close to the action, so that I can walk around her, and the man, on the bed, and view them from every angle and position. But sometimes, especially if the new guy is a little nervous, or, believe it or not, even with all her experience at having threesomes, sometimes my wife even gets a little nervous, and so there's a little tension while I'm sitting right there, in the room. With me right there, the two of them are a little hesitant to get things moving. So, sometimes, I have to leave them alone for a bit and let them get warmed up before I come back and get in on the action. With this setup, I wasn't going to have to leave, and MISS the action! I could be out of the room, but still see everything that was going on! That brings me to this; at the beginning, I said that there is no typical threesome. There are probably hundreds of different ways to meet those other men, and different scenarios on how the threesome gets started and progresses. We have met men in regular bars, when we weren't even out looking for a threesome, who found my wife attractive and weren't bashful about letting her know, and we ended up having a threesome. We have met total strangers in adult bookstores, or movie theaters, and had a quickie threesome with them, without ever even knowing their name. We have had prearranged meetings with men at the swingers club and also chance meetings there, and ended up having a threesome somewhere in the club, or an all nighter at the motel afterwards. And I could go on listing several other different scenarios of how we have met men and had threesomes. And the men themselves, have been just as diverse. Different types of bodies, sizes and shapes, and experience levels. Everything from your lifelong swinger, to the first timer. But how we were doing it tonight, is probably my favorite way of having a threesome. Meeting a man on line, who has never had a threesome before with a HOT Wife and her husband, communicating with him for an extended period of time before meeting, having seen his pictures, and he having seen Brandie's. This is my favorite way of doing it for several reasons; First, the guy is inexperienced at the threesome with a husband and wife, so he is probably going to be nervous, and not too aggressive. Second, Brandie is not going to be drunk like she is at a bar, or the swingers club. She might have enough booze at dinner and the bar afterwards to have a good, relaxing buzz, but she's not going to be drunk. Watching her have sex when she's drunk is fun, because when she's drunk, she has absolutely zero inhibitions! But, when she's at least half sober, she can be a little nervous herself, and it's much more real, sexual passion that she exhibits, once the action gets started. Third, because the two of them, the man and Brandie, both, might be a little nervous, then the sex they have is much more like the sex that new lovers have when they are learning about each other, instead of just the raw, sexual passion of two drunks pawing at each other. That has it's pleasures, but I find this scenario to be much more sexually stimulating. Because I have had a chance to communicate with the guy for some time before the meeting, I've had a chance to make sure he knows all the etiquette of a threesome, which is basically, anything he wants to do with my wife is OK with me, as long as she allows it, he's not hurting her, or disrespecting her. I would make him understand that Brandie is not very forward. That she wasn't going to make any first moves, (or at least she generally doesn't), and that once the sex got rolling, she likes for him to take charge. Although Brandie isn't a true submissive that wants to be "owned" and treated like a slave, she does like the man to take charge and she does like a little, gentle, man handling. And I always impress upon the guy, that Brandie likes to be gently caressed, touched, and made to feel like she is attractive to him, right from the start. If he is too gentlemanly, and doesn't touch her at all during dinner, or in the bar afterwards, then she's likely to think that he isn't attracted to her and she might not invite him upstairs for the threesome. Lastly, I tell him, that nothing about the night is "scripted". That I don't direct the action. That how things progress and when and how things happen, is all up to him. So, sitting around the hotel room that afternoon, waiting for the evening fun to begin, my sexual, and emotional, roller coaster went up and down. Every once in awhile, I would be thinking about what would transpire tonight and I would get sexually stimulated. My cock would grow to semi hardness inside my pants, my heart rate would quicken, and I would be anxious for the clock to move up to the meeting time. That evening, about 6:00 pm, Brandie started to get ready. She took a shower and shaved her already cleanly shaved pussy, to make sure it was silky smooth without even a hint of stubble. Shaved her legs and underarms, again, they were already shaved, but she did them anyway. As she was doing that, my sexual, and emotional roller coaster took a steep uphill and a thrilling swoop down, as I knew that, my wife, was in the bathroom, preparing herself for another man! This is really the beginning of the sexual night for me. From this point on, my sexual hormones are racing through me and my heart rate and breathing goes up and down, my cock goes up and down, and I'm fully sexually charged up, all night long! After showering, Brandie did her shoulder length, blond hair, in a nice style that fluffed it a bit and framed her pretty face. She skillfully applied her makeup to enhance her natural beauty and accentuate her best features, like her eyes and lips, upon which she applied a red lipstick, (not too red), that made her lips shine. Then she got dressed. Brandie was wearing a blue satin blouse, that buttoned up the front and had long, see through chiffon sleeves, as well as see through areas across her chest, and upper back. Her skirt was a short black, not mini skirt short, but mid-thigh short, shiny satin skirt with a split in the back that came up to mini skirt height. When that split opened up as she moved about, it showed you her inner thighs up to within inches of her butt cheeks. Underneath these, she wore a black lacy bra that was very low cut, to just above her areola, this combined with the see through portion of her blouse, and the fact that she only buttons the blouse up to the clasp of her front hooking bra, shows off all of the sexy cleavage between her 38C breasts. She also wore a lacy, black thong, the small triangle of lace on the front barely covering her cleanly shaved vulva, and the thin strap disappearing into the crack between her legs only to emerge again at the top of her butt crack to connect to the waistband in the small of her back. My wife has the most incredible legs that you'll likely ever see on a 50 year old woman! Many of her younger girlfriends are jealous of her legs and wish they had them. But even though they were tanned golden brown from the sun and her year round use of her tanning bed, she wore a very high quality pair of black, super shear, real silk, garter stockings, with seams up the back. These are very expensive stockings, but they are of the highest quality and on my wife's legs, they are fantastic! The tops of those stockings were just up under the tail of her skirt, when she was standing up. Sitting down, especially on a bar stool, they would be right at her hemline and probably showing a bit of bare thigh above her lacy stocking tops. These were a special request by me, because I think her legs are so sexy in high quality stockings and I know how good it feels to touch and rub her thighs when she's wearing them. I figured Matt would like that too. When she walked, you could see Brandie's bare inner thighs, stocking tops, and a flash of a garter strap, once in awhile, through that split in the back of her skirt. Her shoes were a pair of simple, but sexy, black velvet pumps with 4" heels. Around her left ankle, she wore a heavy gold anklet that glinted when it caught a ray of light and brought your attention to the delicate flower tattoo on the outside of her left ankle. When she was done dressing, Brandie stepped out into the room, and twirled around for my approval of her outfit. She was especially concerned that the seams on the back of her stockings were straight. She was exquisite! My wife was 50 years old and didn't have a "Barbie-like" figure. She had a curvy waistline, but she carried a little more weight than she would have liked around her middle. Her outfit, makeup, hairstyle, perfectly manicured nails and toenails, all made her look beautiful and sexy as Hell! She presented herself in a way that accentuated her best features, her killer legs, beautiful round ass, sexy breasts and cleavage, and her pretty face and hair. My cock sprang to instant hardness inside my dress pants as I surveyed my wife's appearance and I knew that she was dressed so sexy, in order to entice another man to want to fuck her! Hell! I wanted to fuck her! Right now! I wanted to throw her down on the bed, shove her skirt up around her waist, pull her thong to the side and slip my hard cock into her pussy, that I knew had to be slightly wet, with her own sexual excitement over thinking about getting laid by a new cock before the night was over! HOT Wife Threesome Instead, I stepped up to her, swept her into my arms and gave her a long, tongue swapping, passionate kiss. When we broke it off, I told her, "You are so fucking sexy, that if that guy isn't interested in you, he must be gay!" She said, "Yeah, just my luck. I've been chatting it up with this guy for months about getting together and then we find it's really you, he's after," then she laughed and said, "and now, after that kiss, I've got to fix my lipstick before we can go downstairs." Then she stepped back into the bathroom to touch up her lipstick. When she was done, she placed the stick and a small compact, a comb, and her ID, into a small, black clutch purse, and we stepped out of the room to go meet Matt. On our way down in the elevator, Brandie held tightly onto my hand and she said, "I'm always so nervous at this point. But, I'm also excited too. I hope he's a nice guy and we'll like him." Even though we were the only ones in the elevator, because I was about to say something a little racy to her, I leaned over and almost whispered into my wife's ear, "I'll bet your pussy is already getting wet, too, isn't it?" She never had to answer my question, because the elevator hit the lobby level and the doors started to open, she just looked up into my face, and smiled! As soon as the elevator doors opened, we saw Matt standing in the middle of the lobby watching the elevators, obviously as anxious to meet us, as Brandie was to meet him. Matt was 40 years old with salt and pepper hair that he kept cut short. He was clean shaven, and although not a muscular build, he was about six feet tall and well proportioned, with a handsome face, (at least Brandie said it was handsome, I'm not a good judge of that myself). He wore a nice black suit, blue shirt and tie, and stylish slip on dress shoes. We met him about halfway between the elevators and where he had been standing. He and I shook hands, then he took Brandie by her upper arms and gave her a polite kiss on the mouth. Stepping back, Matt looked her up and down and said, "Oh my! You are even more beautiful and sexy than your pictures show you to be," then before she could say anything, he said, "I have been here for about ten minutes already and I have the Hostess, holding a table for us in the restaurant. Shall we go in?" Then he offered Brandie his arm and she politely took it, with me going along behind, as if they were together and I was with them. That's cool, I thought, the guy obviously has remembered some of the stuff that we had talked about in all those email and chat messaging exchanges. As we started towards the restaurant, Brandie told Matt, "Thank you. That was a very nice compliment." "A very truthful compliment," he smiled as he responded. In the restaurant, we were shown to our table by the Hostess and Matt pulled a chair out for Brandie, then he took the chair to her immediate left. I took a chair facing them, at the small, four person, square table. The Hostess offered us menus and took our drink orders. Brandie ordering a margarita, and Matt and I, both a couple of beers. After the Hostess walked away, the three of us started engaging in small talk, trying not to talk too much about sex. Besides, over the months that we had been conversing on the Internet, we already knew Matt's story. He was married, with three kids. He made enough money that his wife didn't have to work, but she was so tied up being Mom, and everyone's community volunteer, that she had all but forgotten about being Matt's wife. Yes, they were happily married and there was no discussion of divorce, but sex was nearly nonexistent, and when it did happen, there was no real excitement to it. Yeah, they both got to that "happy ending", but it wasn't real thrilling getting there. So, Matt, was looking for some sexual excitement, and since he wasn't interested in meeting and establishing a relationship with single women, he thought he would see what it was like to be the "other man" in a sharing couple's sexual games. How he explained to his wife, where he was going to be all night, we didn't know, and didn't care. That was his business. Although we already knew this background on him, much of our small talk was about his home life and why he was there with us. At one point in the conversation, Brandie offered up, "She's getting laid somewhere else." Matt said, "Huh?" Brandie repeated herself, "I'll bet she's getting laid somewhere else. No woman her age just loses interest in sex with a husband, who loves and cares about her, unless she's getting better, or should I say, more exciting sex somewhere else." "I had once wondered about that, but then I just assumed she was so busy with all the things that tie up her time, that she didn't have time for sex with anyone else," Matt responded. Then Brandie said, "Well, look, maybe I shouldn't have offered an opinion, but I know from first hand experience, that it doesn't take long to have good sex. You can have an exciting and quite satisfying fuck in a closet in 15 minutes, or you can have a boring 45 minutes in the bed with the same old man and the same old boring sex." Shrugging his shoulders, Matt said, "Maybe you're right. I'll have to look into that." After our drinks arrived and while we were making small talk and waiting for dinner, I saw Matt put his right hand under the table. Although I couldn't see it, I assumed that he was rubbing and touching my wife's left thigh and no doubt enjoying the feel of that high quality, silk stocking, covering her sexy leg. I looked at Brandie, she looked at me, and smiled a smile that kind of confirmed that he was touching her thigh. I know how much that turns my wife on. I suspected that her slit was getting moist from her own sexual urges beginning to flow inside her, as this handsome man was touching her thigh, just inches below her pussy. I wondered if he was going high enough to touch her pussy yet, but if he had, I think I would have known it by the expressions on my wife's face. Not wanting to be too forward and pushy, Matt's hand didn't linger under the table long and he put his right hand and arm across the back of Brandie's chair. I saw him lean closer to her and almost whisper, "I hope I didn't overstep my boundaries there, but I just had to feel your gorgeous leg! Those are exquisite stockings you have on." As he was saying that to her, Brandie was sipping her margarita and when he sat back up straight, she looked at him and said, "No, you didn't overstep any bounds, and that was a nice compliment, thank you." Our meals came along shortly after that and we all ate while making more small talk. We each had another drink with our meals and then followed dinner with one more before we moved to the bar. We could already hear the band playing in the lounge. As we all nursed that last drink, Brandie got up to go to the Ladies Room, and Matt and I gentlemanly rose as she got up and walked away, then we both sat back down. Matt watched her as she walked out of sight. I asked him, "Well? What do you think of my wife?" Matt took a sip of his beer and appeared to be nervously trying to think of the right answer, "Well, I really don't know how to put it. I've never talked to a man before, about how sexy his wife is. I'm a little nervous about what to say, and how to say it." I tried to assure him that he was OK with however he said, whatever he wanted to say, "Look Matt, I'm here to share my wife with you. I think she's pretty damn hot and I don't mind sharing her with other men. You don't have to be nervous about saying whatever is on your mind about her to me. Just don't think about her as my wife. Think about her as some sexy piece of ass that you and I, two buddies, have happened up on, and we're going to share her, but she doesn't belong to either of us. Maybe that'll make it easier for you." Smiling, he said, "That will be easier said than done, to forget about her being your wife." Trying to get him to relax and loosen up a bit, I pressed him again, "Well, what did you think of Brandie? You got a pretty good look of her as she walked away. You copped a feel of her leg under the table earlier. Did you get high enough to feel her pussy? I'll bet that thing is so wet by now that her thong is soaked. So, what do you think?" My racy language must have surprised him a little because I saw him nervously laugh before he took a gulp of his beer and answered me, "No. I didn't feel her pussy, I didn't want to be that bold and pushy. But she has fantastic legs. And her ass as she walked away, along with that peek-a-boo split in the back of that skirt, showing those bare thighs above her stockings, made my dick hard! You wanna know what I really think? I think I would like to fuck her!" Laughing as I took a hit of my beer, I said, "There ya go, man, loosen up." "So what happens from here," he asked. I said, "Well, let's go in the bar and have a few more drinks. It'll be good to loosen Brandie up a bit too. You and she can dance, and when ya dance, don't be afraid to get up close and personal. She likes that, and I like to see that. When she wants to, we'll all go back upstairs and have a good time." "Speaking of going upstairs," he said, "am I spending the night? How does that work?" "You're spending the night if Brandie wants you to, and I don't see any reason why she wouldn't. We have a huge, king sized bed. She sleeps in the middle, between you and me. Although I don't know how much sleeping, any of us will do, the point is, she's in the middle. While we're in the bed, you do anything with her that you want to do, and that she lets you do, whenever you want to do it. I'll watch and join in as I choose. If I happen to be asleep, and you and she start fucking, I'll wake up and join in. If I don't wake up, then I just miss that one," then I laughed and swigged on my beer! As I was finishing that about them fucking and me maybe sleeping through it, Brandie sat back down at the table, and with a big grin on her face, she said to Matt, "But he NEVER sleeps through it!" We all laughed. Finishing our drinks, Matt paid the dinner bill, and I left a generous tip, then we moved to the lounge, which was already pretty full of people. We didn't see any tables with three seats open but we found two bar stools at the bar, so we took those and Matt offered to stand, until another seat became available. As My wife got up onto her bar stool, she showed off a generous portion of bare thigh above her stocking top and a garter strap. Once on the stool, she pulled her skirt down as best she could, but the lacy tops of both her stockings were still showing right at the hem of her skirt. Matt was standing next to Brandie's stool, so he had to lean over between her and me, to make himself heard to me, and he said, "That was sexy as Hell!" Brandie gave him a little scolding slap on the shoulder, all the while, smiling and laughing. The bartender made it down to where we were and asked for our drink orders, Brandie ordered another margarita, that would be her fourth one, in a little under two hours, and she had eaten a pretty light meal of just salad and some soup. She also ordered two shots of tequila, some lemon and salt. Matt and I both changed up from beer to mixed drinks. When the bartender walked away, I leaned over towards Matt and said, "She's getting started with the shots, two at a time!" Brandie playfully slapped me on the shoulder then too, and said, "I'm not going to drink them two at a time! I'm just trying to save him from walking back and forth so much," we all laughed. After our drinks arrived, I saw Matt standing closer to Brandie's stool and he put his left hand down on her left thigh. Then he started gently rubbing it up and down, even pushing his fingertips under the hem of her skirt a bit, so that he could feel the bare part of her leg above the stocking top. I saw him lean into Brandie's shoulder and say something into her ear, that I couldn't hear. She was sipping her margarita through her swizzle stick as he was speaking, a smile growing on her face. When he was done, I saw her turn a little more toward him, in the process, opening her legs a little more, and she said something into his ear. I saw Matt's hand, slip a little higher on my wife's thigh, and much of his hand now was under her skirt hem, feeling her bare thigh. I later learned that what he had said to her was, "I can't get enough of your sexy legs. I hope that before the night is over, I can get between them." She had responded, "I have no doubt in my mind that you will. But right now, you can slide your hand a little higher, if you would like." Since I couldn't hear any of this conversation, I was just a bystander, watching and wondering, what they were talking about. My sexual urges began to rush through me once again. My heart beat a little faster, I felt my cock stiffing in my pants. I love watching these early first touches between my wife and another man. Seeing him desiring to have her so badly, fills me with pride, and seeing her reacting to his caresses by opening her legs wider, or kissing him, or in other ways positively responding to his advances, turns me on to see my wife acting like a slut! Matt withdrew his hand and we all sipped our drinks and made small talk about the people we saw dancing, mostly talking about some of the sexier women. Brandie spoke up and said, "Why we always got to talk about the women? How about some of the sexy men out there?" "I don't see any out there," Matt said. We all cracked up laughing. The band struck up a slow song that I knew Brandie liked and I saw her grab Matt's hand and slip off her bar stool, showing a good bit of bare thigh again as she did it, and take him to the dance floor. On the dance floor, they embraced closely and started dancing. Brandie had her cheek pressed against Matt's and I could see the two of them occasionally saying something into each other's ear. Every time they turned so that Brandie's back was to me, I could see that because of the way she had her arms, up and around Matt's neck, the split in the back of her skirt was pretty wide open and hiked up to where you could almost see an ass cheek! You could easily see her bare thighs and stocking tops. I looked around to see if anyone else was looking at that, and I think a couple of guys down the bar from me did, because I saw the one guy nudge his buddy then point out towards the dance floor. I smiled to myself with pride, that my slut was probably raising more cocks here tonight than just mine and Matt's. I looked back at the dance floor, and saw Matt and my wife embraced in a passionate, tongue swapping kiss while they swayed with the music. My cock got instantly hard! This was the first real kiss I had seen them share tonight. The one when we first met, was just a polite "Hello" kiss. As they turned sideways to me, I could see that Brandie was pressing her pelvis pretty hard against the front of Matt's pants. I guessed, that his cock was probably rock hard and that she was trying to rub her pussy on it while they danced. My hard cock twitched inside my pants. When the song was over, Matt gave my wife another kiss, one that was somewhere between a "Hello" kiss and the passionate one they had just a minute or so before, then they walked off the dance floor hand in hand. As Brandie mounted her bar stool again, this time not being so careful to be ladylike, she showed a lot of her bare thigh and once up on the stool, she didn't try to pull her skirt down, so that some of her bare hip was showing on each side of her, along with her stocking tops and a garter strap on each side. Once back up on the bar stool, Brandie said, loud enough for both Matt and me to hear, "I need a cigarette!" But she doesn't smoke. She was just trying to joke that she and Matt, had sex out there on the dance floor and she needed an after sex cigarette. We all laughed, but I was thinking to myself that I'll bet her thong is soaked with her pussy juices! We all had another round of drinks and Brandie and Matt danced once again. When they came back to the bar this time, the stool on the other side of Brandie was open and so Matt took it. We were right at the end of the bar, and there wasn't anything behind Matt, except the wall covered in mirror. Brandie had already downed several shots of tequila and margaritas. She wasn't feeling any pain and she was certainly in a playful mood. As we all started another round of drinks, I saw my wife turn so that she was facing Matt and she spread her legs wide so that her skirt rode up on both sides of her thighs and she was showing Matt her black lacy thong that did little to cover her cleanly shaved pussy. I couldn't see her thong in the mirror, it was too dark, but I clearly saw her thighs spread wide apart with a dark strip between them, where her thong was. Then she laughed as Matt tried to run his hand up between her thighs and she clamped her legs shut, denying him the treasure he sought. I heard him call her a "cock teaser". For the next 20-30 minutes, Brandie sat there with her back to me, pretty much ignoring me, as she was leaned over to Matt and they were talking and occasionally kissing. I didn't mind, my cock was hard as a rock the whole time, thinking about my wife sitting here, right next to me, in a public bar, seducing another man. Of course no one knew she was my wife, they probably assumed she was his, but I knew, and that's all that mattered. Then a song that Brandie and I have always liked, started to play, and she surprised me by turning around, slipping off her bar stool and taking my hand as she dragged me to the dance floor. On the dance floor, she put her arms around my neck and pressed herself hard against me. I could feel my hard cock being mashed between her belly and my pelvis. Then giggling into my ear she said, "What is it with you guys? You can't dance with a woman without your dick getting hard?" I said, "So Matt's dick was hard while you were dancing with him?" "As concrete," she replied! Then she said, "I want to go upstairs and fuck that guy's brains out." Hearing my wife, blatantly telling me that she wanted to fuck another man, never gets old no matter how many times I've ever heard her say it! I felt my cock twitch, and so did she. "Oh! And you want to watch me do it too, don't you," she teased? Ignoring her tease, I said, "Well, when this dance is over, let's finish our drinks and go upstairs." As the song ended, we shared a tongue swapping, passionate kiss and while we were doing that, I thought to myself, "I wonder what others, who have seen her kissing Matt like this while they were dancing, are thinking, now that they see us kissing like this?" When we went back over to the bar, as Brandie got back up on her bar stool, Matt asked me, "Does it look that good when I'm out there dancing with her," obviously meaning the view through that split in her skirt? I said, "Yup! It sure does!" We had dinner about 8:00 pm, got into the bar about 9:45 and it was now close to midnight. I told Matt that we were going to finish our drinks and then go upstairs. He didn't give me any response, but I thought I saw a kind of startled look on his face. I wondered if maybe he suddenly realized that this threesome thing was really about to happen, and his nervousness was about to set back in. When we were ready to go, I helped my wife down off her bar stool and I expected Matt to take her hand, or arm, or walk with her to the elevators, and act as if he was with her, like he had earlier when we went into the restaurant. But he didn't. He followed us, as I walked with Brandie to the elevators. When we went in the elevator, Brandie stepped to the back and Matt stood next to her. I expected that when the doors closed, they would embrace and make out, as the elevator took us up to our floor. I had seen Brandie do that with other men before. But Matt didn't make the move, and my wife stood there with her clutch purse clasped in front of her and looking at me in the mirrored interior of the elevator as if to say, "What am I suppose to do now?" HOT Wife Threesome We took the few steps down the hallway to our room, I opened the door, and we all went inside. Brandie kicked her shoes off then sat down on the edge of the bed, near the headboard, with her right foot curled up under her and her left foot hanging off the bed. Here, in the privacy of the room, she wasn't concerned that her skirt was pulled up, onto her ass, and that her stocking tops and bare thighs were on plain display. In fact, if you walked past the end of the bed, and looked at her sitting at the head of the bed with her back to the headboard, like she was, you had a great view of her barely covered, cleanly shaved pussy. Matt let out a little whistle and said, "Man! This is some room," then he went around to the other side of the bed and sat in the big fluffy chair by the window, up in the corner of the room, near the bed headboard. I got a couple of beers out of the fridge and offered one to both Brandie and Matt. Then I opened my own and took a seat on the couch, in front of the window, near the foot of the bed. Before going to dinner, earlier that evening, we had turned on only the small light on the wall near the head of the bed, over one nightstand, and the two wall lights on either side of the large mirror on the wall, off the foot of the bed. This gave the room a subdued, lighted effect, that provided enough light for anything we wanted to see, or do, but it also kind of set the tone for a sexy, atmosphere. As we started to drink our beers, no one was saying anything! I sensed that Matt had suddenly gotten a bit hesitant about this whole threesome thing and was just a little nervous. Here he was, in the room with us, he knew why he was here, he wanted to be here, but I don't think he really knew what to do. So, I took charge of the situation and told Matt, "Hey man, you're new to all this HOT Wife, threesome thing, let me tell you about some of our hotter experiences at the swingers club." Then for the next several minutes, I started telling, in graphic detail, using all the nasty words I could muster, about some of the times that Brandie had fucked different guys at the club. My hope was, that I would get the guy so horny, that he would go across the bed and start making out with my wife. He didn't do it. By the time I was done with a couple of stories, Brandie was done with her beer and she got up and went into the bathroom. While she was gone, I slid over to the end of the couch closer to where Matt was in the chair, and I said, "You seem a little nervous to me, Matt," then I grinned, trying to put him at ease. "Yeah, I'm a little nervous. This is where I want to be and I want to do this, but I'm a little unsure of how to get started," he confessed. I told him to try to relax and just let it happen. I said, "Pretend that you just picked Brandie up in the bar downstairs and I'm not even in the room." "That's easier said than done," he grinned as he said it. Then Brandie came out of the bathroom wearing one of my favorite nighties. It was black lace all over, very see through, you could easily see her nipples and the cleanly shaved slit of her pussy through it. It was short, just barely coming over her ass cheeks, and her shoulders were bare, as it only had two thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders to hold it up. The top of it, came right across the tops of her brown areolas and in fact, a little bit of each one showed above the nightie top edge. She had taken everything else off, so except for the nightie, she was completely naked. It always thrilled me to see my wife come walking into a room dressed like that, in front of new man, whom she has only a short time ago, first met. My cock started to quickly rise in my pants! I thought, that maybe she would come around the bed, sit in Matt's lap, and we would get something going here! We'd been in the room for nearly an hour now, and nothing was happening. But instead, she took another beer out of the fridge and went back to the head of the bed and sat on it in the same manner as she had been before. I guess she was waiting for Matt to make the first move, but I wasn't so sure that he was going to. As she was walking around the room, I saw Matt staring at my sexy wife in her very revealing nightie and I saw the obvious bulge of his hard cock in his lap. I figured I had to do something to get the ball rolling. So, as Matt and Brandie made some small talk, I got up, and walked down the hallway to the front door of the room. I opened it, then closed it gently, but instead of going out into the hallway, I just sidestepped into the bathroom. I sat down on the commode lid and watched Matt and my wife in the other room, through the magic of this mirror trick. I could hear them talking as Matt was still sitting in the chair and Brandie was on the bed. Looking around, and not seeing me in the room with them, gave Matt the courage to say to Brandie, "My God, Brandie, you are so sexy in that nightie!" I heard Brandie say, "Thank you. It's one of Joe's favorites. I've worn this, just like this, with nothing else but a pair of shoes, to the club sometimes." "That must be one heck of a club you two have been talking about. Maybe one day you could take me there," he asked? "Sure," Brandie said. Then I saw Matt get up and walk around the end of the bed, and stop right near the refrigerator. He was looking down the hall toward the front door. He could see the bathroom door was about half shut, but there was no light in there. He asked Brandie, "Where did your husband go?" She said, "I think I heard him step out. He probably went back down to the bar for a bit. Sometimes if he senses a little tension,or nervousness in me, the new guy, or both of us, he leaves us alone for a little bit so that we can break the ice and get comfortable with each other." Matt turned, walked over to the bed where Brandie was sitting, and he sat down on the bed beside her. Now that he was so close to her, he spoke more softly, I just barely heard him ask her, "So, do we have to wait for him to come back to get started?" I could hear her respond, I couldn't make out what she said, but I was pretty sure it was simply, "No." Then I did hear her next comment, she said, "We can do whatever we want to do, and when he comes back in, he'll watch, or join in, whatever he wants to do." She knew that I was sitting in the bathroom watching everything. Then I saw Matt reach over and pull my wife's nightie top down, revealing her beautiful breasts with her large nipples already standing erect and hard with the sexual excitement and anticipation, that must have been coursing through her body for the last several minutes, waiting for Matt to make some move. I felt my heart rate take off! I started breathing heavier. My cock was instantly hard. I thought to myself, "Finally! Here we go! They're gonna get it on." Matt rubbed his hands over my wife's tits and her hard nipples. I saw her sort of swoon! She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out, as his hands touched her breasts and she knew that now, they were on their way to having sex! Then Matt bent over and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. I've always joked that I thought my wife had a secret nerve running between her nipples and her clit, because her nipples are so sensitive that you can often make her cum just by playing with her tits and nipples. She was so pent up with sexual expectation, that I thought this might be one of those times. I could hear her loudly moaning with pleasure as Matt sucked and nibbled on her nipple. I saw her put her hand on the back of his head and push his mouth harder against her tit. Then Matt pulled his mouth off her tit and went up to her mouth, locking on her lips in a hot, passionate kiss. I watched as they made out for several minutes, while Matt was simultaneously using his hands on my wife's tits and nipples. He had her really going and I could her moaning loudly, around and into his mouth, and a few times she broke off the kiss and I heard her say, "Oh God, Matt, that feels so good," and "I love it when you pinch my nipples!" Sitting in the bathroom, I was at the apex of sexual thrills and my cock was aching for attention! So I unzipped my pants, letting it spring out into my hand. Then I slowly stroked myself while I watched my slut wife making out with a man, she had just met several hours before. I was engulfed in pure sexual ecstasy! Then I saw Matt move one of his hands down to my wife's crotch. She was still sitting on the bed, with her right foot curled up on the bed, and her left foot hanging off the bedside, like she had been since we came into the room. Matt was kind of sitting in front of her, making out with her and playing with her tits. As he slid a hand into her crotch, Brandie straightened her right leg out, stretching it out on the bed, behind Matt, thus opening herself up completely to his exploring fingers. In the bathroom, I saw this all play out in the mirror, like I was watching an HD movie on a huge flat screen TV. As my wife opened her legs up so wide for Matt, I thought to myself, "Look at that nasty little slut! She wants his fingers up her cunt," and I almost shot my wad, right there! My cock twitched, and a drop of cum leaked out of the little slit on the head of my dick. I roughly grabbed and squeezed my cock to fight back the urge to cum. It was way too soon for that! I saw Matt shove his hand under my wife, and I heard her gasp and moan with pleasure, as his hand and fingers obviously made contact with the treasure she had teased him with, earlier, in the bar. Then she started gasping more, and moaning louder, as he started working his fingers in and out of my wife's sopping wet pussy. Brandie scooted her ass a little bit forward, toward Matt, so that he had better access to her, and as she did, I could now see that he had a couple of fingers up my wife's cunt and was finger fucking her in and out, then rubbing her slit, up and down. She was so wet now, that I could hear the squishing sounds of her juices, as he plied his fingers in her sopping wet slit! All the while this was going on, Matt had been alternately kissing Brandie, and sucking on her tits. As he went back to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, this time, I heard my wife nearly scream, "Oh my God, Matt! You're gonna make me cum! Oh fuck! That feels soooooo goooood! Oh, God! Here it cuuuuuuuuummmmmmms," as she dragged out the word and convulsed into an orgasm! I saw her body twitch and jerk and she squeezed Matt's head and face into her tit. I thought she might smother the poor man. Brandie moaned her way through her climax and then purred as it subsided and she relaxed, leaning back against the bed headboard again. I heard Matt say, "Oh my God, Brandie, that was awesome! You are sooooooo wet! And it smells so good!" I knew that both those statements were true. Brandie has the wettest and best smelling, sweetest tasting pussy I have ever experienced! I was filled with pride as I heard this man, who doesn't get this kind of sexual treatment at home, recognize that Brandie was something special. I saw her reach over and rubbing the bulge in Matt's pants, she said, "I want that in my mouth." Then she unzipped his pants and his hard cock flopped out into her hand. He wasn't overly large, but probably a little larger than I was, and I knew that Brandie was going to enjoy playing with that. Matt stood up and quickly shucked his clothing so that he was standing next to the bed, totally naked. My wife turned herself, so that she now had both feet on the floor, with her legs spread apart, and Matt stepped between her knees so that she could take his cock into her mouth. I don't care how many times I have seen my wife suck a man's dick, it never ceases to amaze me, every time I see her do it! I love to watch her sucking another man's cock. My wife is without question, the best cocksucker I have ever known. I've had prostitutes suck my cock that weren't as good as she is. When I first met her, I asked her how she ever learned to suck dick like that, and she said, it must be a natural talent, because she had never "taken any lessons", although she had practiced a lot! Over the years, I have had many men, tell me the same thing, that Brandie is the best cocksucker they had ever had, but some of them had to do it when their wives couldn't hear them. So, whenever I saw my wife sucking another man's cock into her mouth, I knew that he was getting a very special treat! As my wife started pulling Matt's cock in and out of her mouth, going down on him each time, all the way, until her nose was in his public hair against his belly, I heard him say, "Oh...my...God...Brandie! I haven't had my cock sucked in years, and I've never had it sucked like this!" She was too busy working on him to pull his meat out of her mouth and answer him, so she just kept on blowing him. She had both hands on his hips, and her head was going back and forth, pushing him in, and out of her mouth. He reached down and grabbed my wife by the back of her head and entwined his fingers in her blond hair. She loves to have a man grab her by her hair while she's sucking him and I heard her moan with pleasure as his hands went onto the back of her head. I later found out that was a part of one of the chat conversations that she and Matt had. At one time, she had told him that when she's sucking a man's cock, she enjoys having him grab her by the hair. I watched with wonder, as my wife blew this guy for several minutes. I knew how good that had to be feeling and I knew that she could make him cum, whether he wanted to, or not. I saw Brandie reach between his legs and grabbed his ball sack in her hand and gently kneaded it as she kept blowing him. Knowing how good that feels, my own cock twitched at the sight of her hand on his nuts. One time, she put her hand flat on his sack, and pushed it up, then ran her hand backwards through his crotch, until her finger went up through his ass crack and over his asshole. I saw Matt nearly get weak in the knees and he moaned loudly as she did that. She must have sensed that he was about to blow his load, because just then, she took his cock out of her mouth and wrapped her hand around the wet, shiny shaft. Gently stroking his cock while looking it right in the eye, without looking up at him, I heard my wife tell Matt, "I could suck you all the way off right now," then she slid her mouth over just the head of his cock and gave it a couple of hard sucks that made him groan with pleasure, "and I will, before the night is over, I promise," another lick and suck, "but the first time," another couple of sucks on his cock head, "that you cum tonight, I want it deep inside me." I thought I would pass out! My heart was pumping so fast, and all the blood in my body had to be in my dick, I could feel it twitch with every pump of my heart. I truly felt a little dizzy with lust as I heard my wife tell this man that she wanted him to fuck her and cum up her cunt! Could my wife be anymore of a slut than that? I loved it! I knew why my wife told him that. Two reasons: Number one, she loves the feel of having a man cum up her cunt. She loves the warm feeling of him squirting deep inside her, sometimes sending the hot fluids all the way up to her cervix, and then flooding the entire inside of her vagina, leaking back around his cock, to seep out of her, and run down her crack to drip on the bed beneath her. And Brandie knows from experience, that the first load a man let's loose during a session of sex, will be his biggest of the night. That's why my wife hates condoms. She really wants to feel that blast of cum up inside her. The second reason she told him that, is because she knows it will be his largest load of the night, she knows it will also be the best one for me to get sloppy seconds! She knows that after he dumps his first load of the night into her cunt, when he pulls out, she will be filled with it, and I'll have the greatest amount of pleasure sinking my hard cock into her freshly fucked, and filled to overflowing cunt! I saw Brandie let go of Matt's cock, lay back on the bed, swinging her feet up onto the bed, putting the soles of her feet on the bed, with her knees pointing up, and her legs spread wide open. Again, this is another one of those things that I never tire of seeing my wife do, spreading her legs and opening herself up completely for another man to get between them! I've been on a sexual high, watching my wife with Matt, higher, than any drug could ever take me! This was a feeling that I would never get use to, it would never get dull, or boring, and it just totally consumed me, every time we did this. Matt slid onto the bed on his knees and got between my wife's legs. Fortunately, since their feet were pointing right at the mirror on the wall behind them, I had a great view of Matt preparing to sink himself into Brandie's pussy. I saw him reach down and rub his cock head between her pussy lips, coating himself with her juices that freely flowed between her labia and all over her crotch. I could see that her inner thighs were soaked wet with her own juices. Then I saw my wife reach down and take Matt's cock in her hand, he released it, and she guided him into her open and waiting fuck hole. Once she slid the head of his cock into herself, Matt simply lowered his pelvis down onto hers and sank himself all the way into my wife's cunt, as deep as he could go, in one easy motion. I heard Brandie moan with pleasure and tell Matt, "Oh Matt, that feels so damn good! I can't imagine why any woman wouldn't want that every day, ten times a day," making reference to the fact that his wife rarely had sex with him! Then he muttered something that I couldn't hear, Brandie later told me that he said, "If I had a woman as sexy and hot as you, I would be giving it to her ten times a day." Then he started to slowly pull himself out, then ease himself back into my wife's hot, juicy cunt. Brandie started to buck her hips up toward him and said, "Come on, Matt, fuck me. Harder and faster." "I'm working up to it girl," he said, "I just don't want to cum too soon, I want to make this last a while." I couldn't take anymore of this hiding in the shadows. I wanted to get in on the action. Quietly, I stepped out of the bathroom and carefully opened and closed the room door, as if I was trying to quietly sneak back into the room, but I also made the door click shut loud enough, that they would hear it over their mutual groans and moans of sexual pleasure. Then I stepped down the hallway, stopping at the corner, to watch Matt as he picked up speed and started pounding in and out of my wife. Brandie looked over Matt's shoulder and saw me standing at the corner, watching them fuck. That was all the incentive she needed and my wife burst into a spontaneous orgasm! She screamed out, "Oh my God! I'm going to cum! Fuck...that...feels...so...fucking...gooooooood," and I saw her push her pelvis up against Matt's as her orgasm swept through her body! As her climax passed, and Matt started pounding her again, he was slamming into her so hard on every down stroke now, that she was grunting every time he bottomed out and I heard his ball sack slapping my wife's ass on every stroke, I quickly stripped off all my clothes until I was naked. I stepped over to the bed and Brandie reached out for my cock and sucked it into her mouth as Matt continued fucking her. I think this was the first time that Matt really realized that I was in the room with them, when Brandie turned her head and face away from him and sucked my cock into her mouth. He looked up at me while he kept fucking my wife, slower now. His face was all sweaty dropping drips onto Brandie's chest.