5 comments/ 82587 views/ 6 favorites My Wife Faye By: Don2Dusk Time after time my wife Faye and I talked about me sharing her. In bed, it was always a turn-on for both of us. Sometimes I would tell her that my suggestions and requests were "for real". Like, I was expecting a visit from an old friend that I hadn't seen for over 20 years. My friend, Hank, lives on the opposite coast and struggles to get along financially. I had been his best man (he was since divorced) and had a hot affair with his sister. In my mind, he was the perfect candidate to play with. When I said, this is for real, to my wife, she immediately said no way. I had a hundred good reasons but realized that arguing would get me nowhere. Instead, I just went along with the sex talk, saying I want you to show Hank your tits, let him feel you up, and then feel your wet pussy so that he'd know that he could get whatever he wanted. Of course, playing it like a fantasy, she was into it. Yes, he can see me and play with my tits. Oh yes, I'll unzip him and take his dick out. Yes, I want to suck his cock while you watch and photograph us. Please fuck me while I blow him, and let me suck you while he slides his thick rod into my cunt. Yes, I want to be a total slut and do everything that you can imagine. Well, I was planning a sneaky approach to the meeting. I asked Faye to make dinner for the three of us for a night during Hank's visit. I sent Hank some erotic private shots of Faye and explained the plan. He agreed to follow my lead and follow wherever events led. I asked Faye to at least dress up a bit for my benefit. I told her that Hank and I had often competed for the same girls and I wanted him to see that I had married well. Faye is cute and very shapely. While her medium/large tits with brown silver dollar areolas and fat nipples are her best feature, her slim waist and long, shapely legs add to her sex appeal. Faye knows that I'm a leg man, so getting her to wear hose with a garter was not a big challenge. She fought me on the length of her skirt, so I compromised and encourage her to wear a more modest but thin dress. My ace in the hole was that the dress buttons up the front, so I figured the effect could be the same. It took some effort to get her into a quarter-cup bra, but again, my sorrowful story of Hank beating me out of hot girls convinced her to go for it and she chose a pink and black number that exposed her nipples. The dress was thin enough that there was clear evidence of her best "points". Hank showed up and though he was quite a bit grayer than 20 years before, he was still lean, tall, and good looking. Plus, he is a charmer, always with a kind word and a gentle manner. Faye was definitely put at ease and ready to have an enjoyable evening. We went out to a sophisticated and young local restaurant with a happening bar. In the bar, we each had a couple of cocktails while waiting for a table. I had tipped the hostess, requesting a booth. The booths have curtains that make for extra privacy. Well, Faye was feeling no pain, she has a low limit, and we ordered her favorite wine, which proved irresistible to her. Two glasses and she was a fun girl. Needless to say, Hank and I had sandwiched her. I was sitting on her left and started feeling up her leg, gently stroking in a non-aggressive way. Hank and I went to the men's at the same time and I suggested that he try feeling her leg, kind of accidentally at first and then gently if she didn't react. We returned to the table and had a lot of laughs, mostly on may failed episodes decades before. I was gently rubbing her right leg and then with a wink to Hank, withdrew and he started rubbing her right leg. If she noticed, she didn't show it. In my gestures while talking about the good old days, I let my hand start to brush across Faye's tits. Her nipples were definitely reacting but we were talking and laughing and she hardly noticed when I managed to unbutton two from the top. Now when Hank looked over, he could clearly see her nipples. I was hard as a rock and took Faye's left hand and brought it to my bulge. She gave me a good squeeze and started to recline a little lower on the bench seat. I could see that she was fading and decided that we better move the party back home. The valet guy got a great look and Hank enjoyed the ride back with Faye's dress parted and showing her stocking tops and her tits bobbing in and out of view. We got back to our house and I suggested that she go to bed. Faye's kind of contrary and insisted that she could stay up with us. As expected, be passed out on the couch. I unbuttoned her dress all the way and gently pulled her panties down to give Hank a full view of Faye's sexy body. I wasn't surprised to see wetness on her thighs. I told Hank to step out of the room, just down the hall while I tried an experiment. After he was out of sight, I pulled my dick out and put it in Faye's hand. Her eyes fluttered open long enough to ask what was going on. I told her that Hank was sound asleep in the other room but that I was horny as hell. I asked her for a blowjob and she resisted. So I stuck too fingers into her pussy until she started to moan. Her eyes were closed but she opened her mouth when I stuck my hard on onto her cheek. She sucked me while I continued to pump two and then three fingers into her pussy. I motioned Hank back into the room and signed that he should sub his dick for mine. I couldn't believe that everything was working so well, but Faye was pretty worked up and half out of it at the same time. I kept my fingers working in her cunt while Hank got his cock into her mouth, I was so turned on that I might blow at just watching her sucking on his big fat cock. I moved toward her open pussy and replaced my fingers with my cock. I honestly don't know if Faye knew what was happening. All I know is that I came buckets in about thirty seconds. Faye's eyes fluttered open again and she must have seen Hank's face above her head. It was my dream come true. I don't know what came over her but she kind of growled, "I guess you want your turn, too?" I could hardly believe it, but she spread her legs apart and Hank slid his fat 8 incher in to the hilt. I was getting hard again, fast, and traded places, moving my dick to her hungry mouth. I'd like to report that his went on for hours, but it didn't. Hank and I are both old dogs and we were spent. He retreated to the guest room and I carried Faye in all her wet, sticky, wanton, glory to our bedroom. I helped her out of her clothes and used a warm washcloth to clean her up and then dried her with a thick, fluffy towel. We said our "I love you's" and went to bed. My Wife Faye Ch. 02 Faye and I retired to bed after our "spontaneous" experience with my friend Hank. As often happens, after the orgasm has occurred, the guilt or at least mixed feelings set in. We didn't talk that night but in the morning, I decided to read Faye's mind. "Look, I know you feel weird about last night and I totally understand. It's a first for me, too, and I wasn't sure how I was going to feel. But I needed to find out. I love you, will always love you, and will never pressure you to do anything that you absolutely don't want to do. But you need to know, I'm not upset, I have no regrets, and I think our sex life can only be better if we can explore sharing." Faye looked at me, with her eyes darting back, as if trying to assess the honesty of my statement. Finally she said, if you can promise me that you will not treat me with disrespect and your sure that jealousy is not going to get the better of you, I'm willing to try to be open to new experiences. I asked Faye how it felt to suck and fuck Hank. She admitted that she had been shivering with anticipation and that the reality of that big cock had been one of the most exciting times of her life. I told her that I had plans for tonight and that we would have a fun day and hopefully, an even more fun night. I asked her to wake Hank up (he was in our guest room) with a cup of coffee. She was in his room for a half hour, just chatting and getting to know him better. Hank is a gentle soul, and very courtly and respectful to women. I knew that they would hit it off and that it would help create a more natural feel to the rest of his visit. It was a beautiful day and we went to the beach. We took the dog, laid out, had a picnic, and drank a few Marg's. Playing with the dog, splashing in the water, and just talking and bullshitting was just what the doctor ordered. We went home, took a nap, drank some left over coffee and showered and dressed for dinner. I asked Faye how she liked Hank and she admitted that she really liked him, she could see how we'd been such good friends and felt totally comfortable with him. As we dressed, I asked her to again wear a skirt with no panties and be ready for adventure. There's an old hotel in town in a great location but definitely down on it's uppers. It has a nice bar, rambling dining room, and a warren of smaller dining areas. It sits in a garden with a view of the ocean. The night was clear and blessed with a full moon. We drove my old Chevy truck and Faye sat between Hank and I on the bench seat. The valet at the hotel did a double take and then a triple when Faye scooted out with her skirt bunched up high o her thighs. We entered the dark room and found three stools at the not so crowded bar. Hank and I sat next to each other with Faye to my right. An obvious business traveler sat to her right and was ogling her tits and legs. Faye was braless and it was obvious, through her gauzy blouse. Hank and I talked while Faye made small talk with Bob, the guy at the bar. He was obviously smitten and his brain seemed to be working overtime trying as best he could to drink in Faye's sexy appearance, As luck would have it, after a drink at the bar, Hank, Faye and I were seated in one of the small rooms attached to the larger dining area. We ordered wine and had a great dinner. Once again, Faye was feeling no pain and I was stroking and rubbing her thighs under the tablecloth. Over after dinner drinks, I upped the ante again and unbuttoned her blouse. Hank took the hint and draped an arm around her and began to casually explore her braless tits. Meanwhile, I was reaching up to her pussy and gauging the wetness in her crotch. Needless to say it was wet enough to get a couple of fingers into her pussy. I unzipped my pants and nodded to Hank, who got the message. I took Faye's hand, and once again, directed it to my hardening cock. Faye seemed to remember the drill and reached her other hand to Hank's exposed dick. There we sat, three happy campers, enjoying an after dinner drink. The waiter appeared and we ordered another, and settled our tab at the same time. After he had returned and departed, I dropped my credit card on the floor and asked Faye to retrieve it. She slid under the table and knew, telepathitcally what I had in mind. She wasted no time taking Hank in her mouth. I ha my left hand on her tit and rolled her nipple around while she went to town on Hank's cock. We were all alone and she took her time bringing him to a rollicking orgasm. Try as shy did, some of his come ended up on her neck and chest. She pulled herself together and I was so hot I thought my dick would explode from the pressure. I suggested that we take a walk in the garden, Hank and I escorted Faye through a side door out to the moonlit path that winds through the hotel's garden. We found an old bench and sat looking out over the moonlit sea. Hank and I took turns deeply kissing Faye and hugging her around her shoulders. I was still horny a hell and was not finished with my lewd and crazy lust. I excused myself to visit the men's room. Walking past the bar, I saw that our friend Bob was still nursing a drink. I stopped by and asked him how he was doing. He said he was fine and just a few steps from going back to his room and calling it a night. I asked him if he had noticed Faye. He said, are you kidding? That was one hot broad, if she had been alone he would have made a move. I told him that Faye was my wife and that if he was game, he might get a blowjob out of a little walk in the moonlight. When people say, his eyes bugged out, they are not exaggerating, Bob looked like he might have a coronary on the spot, but he was ready for whatever he might get. I told him to wait five minutes and walk down the path just outside the side dining room door. Meanwhile, I rejoined Faye and Hank on the bench. Again, we had her sandwiched and I began to unbutton her blouse. Faye loves having her tits and nipples rubbed and it wasn't long before she was moaning under the double assault of Hank and I. We took turns kissing her, deep, wet kisses, while I worked her short skirt back up her thighs. I managed to get two fingers back in her still drippy, runny cunt. I whispered in her ear that I had one more request for her. She moaned, anything, anything you want, I am so hot and wet that I am ready for anything you want. Just then, Bob approached us. The look on his face was priceless. In his wildest imagination, he could not have possibly been prepared to see two men mauling the sexy woman he'd just recently seen at the bar. Faye's tits were fully exposed in the bright moonlight. I doubt that Bob could see her cunt, but he might have seen the moonlight reflected on the extreme wetness of her thighs. Faye started and looked into my eyes. I said, will you do this for me? She knew exactly what I wanted. She reached out and unzipped our friend Bob. Releasing his half-hard cock, she started to stroke it, staring directly into his eyes. Bob didn't disappoint us. Hank and I stared in disbelief ad Faye lowered her mouth to his cock and sucked on it deeply. Up and down she moved for what seemed like 10 minutes, although it was probably more like sixty seconds. Bob started to say, oh, my god, oh my god and then seemed to spasm on his feet while Faye swallowed the whole load. When Bob had composed himself, he blurted out, sorry, I've got to run and Hank, Faye, and I burst out in laughter. Faye pulled her blouse back into place and buttoned up. She smoothed her skirt down and said to us, thanks, guys, this has been the most exciting night of my life and the most fun. We skirted the dining room and made our way back to the valet. I don't know how he did it, but I'll swear he knew exactly what had gone on. We all had a good laugh on the drive home. Hank got up early and walked up the block to a waiting cab. I haven't spoken with him the last couple of days, but somehow I feel that he enjoyed the visit as much as Faye and I did. I'm thankful to him for opening the door to a world of sexy opportunities.