6 comments/ 45974 views/ 38 favorites It Finally Happened By: Jachin2910 Many thanks to Indy Axiom for some much needed editing. Any errors still in the story are mine and mine alone. ***** For years, I had wanted to watch my wife with another man. I never dreaming it would actually ever happen. Amanda is 42 years old and has a healthy sex drive and an attractive figure—although she doesn't think so since delivering our children. Married young, she had only been with me, and was quite 'vanilla', only agreeing to give me head when we made love as long as I'd promise never to cum in her mouth. On the rare occasion I'd come in her mouth, she would instantly spits my cum out, and race to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. I tried more than a few times to get Amanda turned on to the idea of being taken and ravished by another man. Sadly, in no uncertain terms, on each occasion, I was told it would never happen. Eventually, I had given up. Anyway, for some time now, I had fantasized about her being with another man. In fact, although I don't know why or what made me start to think of it, but I had become more aroused every time I thought about it, to the point that I needed to visualize her with someone else in order to climax myself. Amanda's compromise was to flirt harmlessly with strangers when out with the girls. She'd come home and tell me about the men that had asked her to dance. She'd then embellish the story by telling me about how they had groped her on dance floor until they'd retire to the shadows of the pub to fuck her brains out. I enjoyed these little stories immensely as they would lead to amazing sex, and I had become content with my lot in life. One weekend, we decided to go away to join a 'murder mystery' far away from family life, so we could enjoy some "us" time. Like many couples that have been together for a long time, we needed some sort of distraction as our conversations usually dried up very quickly, and a weekend of murder mystery seemed like it could be fun. While packing, I immediately noticed that the usually conservative Amanda was packing a racy black dress she had only ever worn once. My thoughts raced as I remembered how the fit of this dress precluded any undergarments. Our eyes met and I sprang to attention at the thought of my night ahead: a situation not unnoticed by Amanda who suggested, by giving me a tug,that she was also looking forward to the night ahead. Throughout the dinner, wine flowed freely. As we enjoyed the main course of the meal, the cast circulated around us 'detectives' and answered our questions and gave us hints and clues. One cast member was a man in his late thirties. Although only average in build and in height, Paul had managed to catch Amanda's eye and she was flirting outrageously with him. As he left, I slid my hand under the hem of her dress, and discovered she was soaking wet. After dinner, despite the hints and clues, we detectives had all spectacularly failed to identify the killer. Not surprisingly, Amanda still firmly believed it was the man she was previously flirting with. The next part of the evening's entertainment began with a dance, during which the cast rejoined the party and shared a few drinks. Several asked to dance with Amanda, but she very demurely declined. Much to my disappointment, she toned down the flirting, as she always does when I'm around. Suddenly, a song by Lady Antebellum was playing: one of her current favourites, Paul asked Amanda to dance. On glancing up at them, I noticed his hand slide back from her hip to squeeze her cheek gently, as she pressed her head firmly into his neck. Any onlooker would observe these were lovers enjoying a slow dance. This spectacle gave me a pleasantly uncomfortable, restricted feeling in my underwear as my cock started straining for release. I could only imagine how good the pillow talk would be tonight. After they danced three or four more songs, my lascivious wife seemed to remember that I was sitting at our table, and returned briefly to join me. She downed a couple shots of vodka and was soon pretty tipsy: unable and unwilling to slow down the slightest bit. After another half-hour of small talk, Paul and one of the female cast members came over and told us they were going to a nearby club, and asked if we'd like to go with them. I was only interested in getting Amanda upstairs while she was still sober enough for some good sex, so I feigned fatigue and told them that I needed to bid my farewells. I stood up, expecting Amanda to follow, but she had other ideas: she told me to go to bed, that she was going to the club, and that she'd see me later. Paul's friend indicated that the club shut at three, that they'd have her home' by a quarter past and that I was to phone his mobile if I wanted to contact them. Suddenly, they were off to the club. Upstairs alone in our room, I sat horny and fuming at my own stupidity. I soon decided I would bite the bullet and join them. Being a single male trying to get in on a Saturday night meant queueing at least an hour, but I finally got in. In the dark, I looked around and noticed Amanda and Paul in a booth at the back of the club. The actress friend was nowhere to be seen. I decided to go join them, but walking toward them with my drink, I noticed how close they were sitting, that their knees were touching, that his knees separated her thighs. I felt my erection harden as I noticed the way her dress had risen slightly, realizing that if the light were any better, he would be able see that which previously had been mine alone to enjoy. My eyes were drawn to my wife's lovely pussy and I noticed Paul's hand along the inside of her thigh. My first thought was 'Fuck me! She's drunk! Or...is this her usual way of flirting?" I paused, deciding to stand back and observe for a bit. After all, I've never seen her flirting when out with her girlfriends, and I figured it could only help me visualize her descriptions of her nights out. After a few minutes of this, they got up for some rather boring, straightforward dancing. I had just decided I'd join them when I saw Paul's hand reaching up past her hemline to what must have been her pussy. I inhaled sharply, expecting her to react. She did react, but not in the way I expected! Suddenly, she was leaning forward and kissing him! This encouragement spurred him on and I could tell by the rhythmic movements under her skimpy dress that he was now vigorously finger-fucking her. My jaw may have bounced off the floor, but I was otherwise paralyzed. My initial feelings of jealousy were soon overtaken by my lust and disbelief at what I was seeing. My hands trembling as I tried to steady my phone, I texted Amanda, as I always do when she goes out. I wrote that I was going to sleep, and that I hoped she was getting some bedtime story material for me. Almost immediately, I watched her phone light up, and I knew she'd received my message. She read it and showed it to Paul. His reaction earned him a nod and a laugh, and Amanda's reply confirmed that she was indeed getting some great material, and that she really fancied Paul. I replied that she should go for it, that I loved her, that I hoped she was having a good time. Reading this, I watched my wife give Paul another kiss as she rubbed his crotch. It wasn't ten minutes after this that they left the club. At a distance, I followed them back to the hotel, wondering how I was going to get back to the room before she did. My worries were unfounded, as the couple went straight to his mobile home, parked around the back of the hotel with those of the other actors. Glancing at my watch, I was surprised it was still barely 1:30. Time was ticking far slower than my mind, which was racing through a number of emotionally-charged thoughts and questions. Even though she had always had my blessing, could my wife have been lying to me about her previous nights out? I didn't know if I wanted to just return to our hotel room and wait to see what she'd say when she returned. Or whether I should I text her, and see if she'd reply? What would she say? Maybe I should listen at the trailer door, or even try to sneak a peek through the curtains? Or maybe just walk up to the trailer and confront them—or suggest that I watch them-or even just join them? In the end, the fantasy won out, and I went to the trailer and looked in the gap in the curtain. Fortunately for me, it was a warm evening so the window was slightly ajar, and I could hear as well as see what transpired. Paul had already removed his short and socks-obviously, this man knew not to get caught with only his socks on—and they were standing in the middle of the room kissing and dancing to some slow song on the radio. Amanda's hand was on his chest, while he had a firm grip on one arse cheek and one breast. I watched, fascinated, as he then moved a hand under her dress again, all the while kissing her neck. I could tell Amanda was very wet from the sounds her pussy made-and from the noises she was making, she was obviously enjoying the attention. Paul manoeuvered Amanda to the couch and when she sat down, he hiked up the bottom of her dress, exposing her recently-shaved pussy for his inspection. He moved down, placing his head between her legs. When she grabbed his head and asked him to stop, she noted that he'd already gone further with her than anyone else apart from her husband had ever gone—but that she also hoped they were not yet done... Paul must have a massive amount of will power: I realized he must be one of the few remaining gentlemen, in that he stopped and sat on the couch next to her and apologized. She also apologized, saying that she shouldn't have led him on so much. They decided to have another drink, and this led to a lot more kissing and fumbling. Paul's hand made its way back to her now-dripping cunt, then to his obviously-erect cock. I thought that this would be the end of it and that she would shortly head back to the room. I was in need of some relief myself, so decided this would be the right time to head back to masturbate, then call her to come back. Just as I had made those decisions, I heard her say again that she was sorry, and she felt badly for leaving him in that condition. This made me look back into the window to see that she had unzipped his trousers and was now wanking him off in time to his actions in her. I let go of my crotch and grabbed my phone instead. I had the presence of mind to turn off the flash and mute the volume before I started snapping a few shots as souvenirs. After a few minutes she said she was getting close to coming, and I saw her move so that he could no longer reach her. The look of disappointment on his face made a perfect picture. This soon changed, as she lowered her head onto his lap. Although from my angle I couldn't see enough to confirm this, I knew she was giving him a blow job. Her pace and his breath quickened until she suddenly stopped, warning Paul not to come in her mouth. He agreed. This went on for some time when Paul told her that even though she was a fantastic cocksucker, it didn't seem to be happening. That made her laugh and state that she was glad of that as her jaw was starting to ache. Standing up, she observed that he still needed to be sorted out and that she also wanted to come.Paul told her to sit down and they carried on using their hands and imaginations on each other. Soon my wife pushed her dress over her head, and removed her bra. "You'll need a condom, Paul". "Good girl," I thought to myself. With that, she sat on the edge of the couch and started to finger herself. Paul didn't need telling twice and while completely removing his trousers, he went into his bedside table. Condom on, he got back down on his knees and started to suck on her clit, while thrusting 3 fingers in and out of her. Amanda let out a sharp cry and climaxed violently against his lips. She started to apologize, but he stopped her by murmuring, "That was fucking awesome!" before giving her a deep, passionate kiss. As they were kissing, he nuzzled his cock into Amanda's cunt, causing my lovely wife to gasp. From what I could see, it was not much longer than my own seven inches, but its girth was closer to that of a coke can! Enviously, I reflected that after she has cum, I often had trouble maintaining friction, but I doubted Paul was having that problem. This didn't last long and when they'd finished, and she'd gone to clean up, Paul told her he was ready to go again. Amanda told him he was just being greedy, and when she bent to pick up her clothing, he quickly positioned himself behind her and thrust inside her. She shrieked with pleasure and moaned that this was a one-off time he could be as greedy as he liked. I watched the rapture, noting that she climaxed yet again before she told him she'd had enough, and that she had to go. By now, it was just after three, so I ran back to the room to relieve myself. As I finished cleaning up, I heard the door lock bleep, and the door open. Amanda came in with Paul, both looking none the worse for wear. Paul declared, "Delivered as promised! Thanks for letting me borrow your wife tonight!" I asked him where his friend was and anti-climatically before he parted, he told me they dropped her off on their way over. Once in bed alone together, we started our usual "kiss and tell" ritual. I kissed my good wife, telling her how much I loved her and started to rub her pussy and ask if she had had a good time. Amanda told me the usual flirt story, and I left it at that as we fucked passionately as we always do each time she tells all. However, I woke in the morning to discover her crying. Realizing I was awake, she asked me for forgiveness and told me everything. When I told her it was ok, and reminded her that this was something I have wanted for a very long time, she confided that she'd thought I was only saying that to test her. We dried her eyes and made love—actual love, and not just fucking—and it was my turn to admit that I had seen everything, emphasizing that if I had been bothered, I could have put a stop to everything. Amanda's now a little worried my next fantasy will be a gang bang, but I've already let her know that that's not the way I roll, but that if this happens again, I will be overjoyed. If not, I'll remain happy in the knowledge that my wife that did this for me just the once. Of course, I now have plenty of photos to replay in private... It Finally Happened! The car came around at about 9 o'clock for her. My stomach was a bundle of nerves waiting up for this, but no matter how many angles we discussed, this was possibly the best option we had to save our marriage. I looked over at Lauren and smiled at her fresh, present, and sexy as the day I met her —sexier, even, if it was possible. She blushed a little, looked down at the floor, self-conscious. "Do you think he'll like it?" She asked, indicating her outfit. "ummm I don't think any man would be able to keep his hands off you if you leave him half a chance." She looked down at herself, made up to look hot, wearing a sheer black dress that only covered her just to the tops of her thighs, the muscles just peeking out in the contours of the smooth columns of her legs. In her current position, seated next to me on the sofa, her panties were peeking out the bottom of the short, short dress. I thought about how Lauren was going out tonight, in just a few minutes, with her boss Eric, with whom she'd begun to mess around at the office. She looks up at me with her bright eyes —squints, concerned. "Baby, I know this isn't a hundred percent easy for you," I rolled my eyes and sighed. Honestly, I was not sure at all how I felt about it, but I'd felt pressured at the therapist's office to stay open about what we were attempting to do to solve the problem in our marriage. I know it sounds weird, but the fact is we've been dealing in counseling with Lauren's feelings of what have grown into an intense sexual frustration —dissatisfaction, with our sex life. With her entire sex life, really. We'd discovered through the sessions that, even though we loved each other deeply, and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together as husband and wife, Lauren simply had sexual appetites that exceeded both the quantity and the quality of the sex I was able to provide her. She was, basically, a latent nymphomaniac. The therapist, upon discovering this, explained that —outside the confines of a religious lifestyle— there was nothing wrong with exploring alternate sexual pathways to seek out Lauren's fulfillment. That perhaps, as her husband, I could be proud of her ravenous appetite for sexual fulfillment, and encourage and aid her in seeking it out more actively in life, potentially even extending into embracing her experimenting with other partners. I think it goes without saying that the therapist was suggesting that I encourage Lauren to fuck other men. It didn't take long before I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Lauren always got looks and stares from men on the street. That's just something you have to get used to when you have an attractive partner. I thought about that, though. About how, everywhere she went there was this flow of sexual energy coming at her from men she encountered. How she could make any or all of their basest fantasies come true, if it were her inclination to. She might already be doing it, and I just don't know it. I started having the thought come into my head when I jerked off. I pictured her, looking me in the eye, naked tits bouncing underneath her with the thrusts of some faceless stud fucking her from behind; her shoulder-length, ash blonde hair swinging like drapes before her kind and gentle face, twisted in ecstatic mania as she's penetrated deeper in her womanhood than I've ever been able to reach. I grew rather fixated on this new fantasy theme, and things started to change for the hotter. I wasn't totally settled on the idea of making these fantasies a reality, and I could tell that Lauren definitely was, but I couldn't deny that they affected me deeply, and that I was personally achieving unprecedented levels of sexual thrill in my fantasizing about her carrying some of these urges out. Lauren and I would have occasional hot conversations about what something like that would look like. She explained to me that at some point she would want to find a man she liked and bring him back to our place, to make herself his sex object for the night, and I would get to watch, or maybe help undress and wash her for him. "What kind of man do you think?" "I don't know... someone tall, and muscular. Black? Someone older and wealthier, maybe?" "Wealthier?" "Yeah, I don't know. It's just like, a dominance thing I think. I just get really turned on by the confidence men like that have." "Oh." "But I think we need to work up to that, baby." I was definitely relieved to hear this —this was the first sign of reason entering into our discussions on the matter, pretty much. "I think for a while I'm just going to flirt and play a little more throughout my days, and see where that leads." "Like, at work?" "I'm not going to lie, baby. I have spent a lot of time fantasizing about my boss and his big black cock." "Oh." "But I'm going to experiment with a lot of guys, I think. I'm not looking to replace you, after all." I smiled, relieved. "I just want to have some new playmates I can enjoy my body with from time to time." Well, Lauren began to dress sexier and behave sluttier in public. At home, over dinner or drinks, she started to share stories about how different men throughout her days had taken different liberties with her. In one of these stories she recounted to me there was a man in an elevator who, as the elevator filled up, ended up with Lauren's ass rooted against his groin. She said, "I just walked in and there were a bunch of people behind me, so I ended up backing against him," she stroked her breast through the fabric of her top, "He put a hand lightly on my hip, and when I didn't object or react, he sort of gripped me there more. I was getting a rush from the thrill, and my heart was racing. When I didn't resist that, he put his other hand on my other hip, and pulled me back against his body, so that my ass was up against his hardon." "He just held my hips against him like that, as his dick stiffened even more against my ass. He ended up holding me against him like that the entire 22-floor ride. As the elevator climbed higher and higher, more people were getting off, and I just started slowly smooshing my ass around against his hard cock, and he kneaded the flesh of my hips through my skirt." "By the end of the ride, all the other occupants had tapered out and it was just us, with my ass gripping his shaft like baseball mitt. He sort of nuzzled my neck, and brought a hand up to cup my breast, and he was squeezing it when the elevator to my floor opened, and who would be standing there but the president of our company, Andy? He stood there holding the door so nobody else in the hall might see. I'd been lost in the moment, my eyes were closed —and I looked up and saw him, there, holding his cock through his pants and looking at me with these intense eyes..." "Once I realized we were on my floor I straightened up, turned and gently kissed this man on the lips, and whispered 'Thanks' in his ear. Then I had to brush past the company president because he refused to stand aside or move, and he put his hands on my hips, too, as I squeezed past him." "As I was smooshing my front against his, sliding by he whispered to me, 'You don't even know that man, do you?' I stopped, with my body pressing against his in the elevator door, looked up at him and smiled. I said, 'I know the basic size and shape of his cock' and then I ground myself against his groin. I whispered 'yours is bigger' and slid the rest of the way past him and set about my office work routine." Another time she described her experience at the Grocery store after Pilates class. "I was walking down the aisle and bent over to look at something, and I just felt like someone was watching all of a sudden. I looked up, and this incredibly sexy teenager was standing there stupidly, just watching my ass with his mouth hanging open." "I smiled up at him, bent over as I was, and there wasn't anyone else around so I reached a hand up between my legs, to squeeze around my pussy lips through my yoga pants as I licked my lips at him. I think it scared the poor kid! He got all nervous, and walked past me, but he brushed his hand against my ass as he walked by, which was not an accident." "We ended up in a long, slow line together a little later, and I just kept backing up against him and rubbing against him, like a little hit and run tease. I'm sure that's gonna be in his spank bank for weeks to come..." One day, Lauren came home very perplexed. She recounted to me how her supervisor, Eric —the CFO of the company where she worked— had been drunk and very flirtatious all day, and surprised her by copping a feel of her ass during a private meeting in his office. "We were standing, just side by side, looking at some drawings on his desk. And I think I nudged into him accidentally, or something, and he took it as an invitation, and just brought his hand down to cup my ass." "And you didn't do anything?" "I don't know —I looked at him. And I probably smiled awkwardly. My heart was beating so fast, baby." "Then what happened?" "He just left it there. After a while he kind of just rubbed and squeezed it absentmindedly." "You just let him keep doing it?" "Well, yes. He's my boss, honey." My cock twitched involuntarily. "The thing is, even though it shocked me at first, I really liked it. I didn't want him to stop. And he knew." "How did he know?" "Well, I guess I was sort of moving my ass against his hand as he rubbed it. And my nipples got super hard, and I wasn't wearing a bra under my dress, so they just started jutting out like they do. I was really turned on, baby." "There was one moment when I looked down and saw how hard my nipples had gotten and I looked up and saw that he was looking at them too. Then we just smiled at each other. I guess that's when he knew for sure I really liked it." "You really liked it?" She looked at me, considering. Then, resolving, said, "Yeah, Andy. I really did. It was intoxicating." "It was like this... casual demonstration of his... ownership... I just can't help but react to him, baby. He's so strong, and so powerful and wealthy. People really respect him." "Ownership? What do you mean?" "I don't know, I guess it's just... well, there's just certain guys that... well, they know how to read a woman. And when that kind of guy starts touching me... I have a really hard time bringing myself to stop it. I guess when I said he owns me I mean I would probably let him do anything he wants to me. I wouldn't be able to stop him. I wouldn't want to stop him. And he knows it." I was nervous about this idea. But I wanted to support her, and be careful not to infect the delicate balance of our situation with negativity or jealousy. "So, uh, How do you get any work done like that?" "Well, we didn't. After he put his hand on my butt, we stopped trying. It was just the two of us standing there next to each other as the sun went down, with him rubbing my ass. At one point I sort of leaned into him, to smoosh my boobs up against him. And I like, nuzzled my face into his chest. He has an amazing body, hon. And he smelled so good..." My hardon lurched in my pants. "Then there was a knock on the door and he had to go and that was that. Honest." "Wow," I said. "Well, what do you think, baby?" "What do I think?" "Yeah, I mean, could he be the one?" "The what? What One?" "You know, like the therapist suggested —I was hoping maybe you'd have warmed up more to the idea a bit." "The idea of what, exactly?" "You know, of me fooling around a little bit more, going a little farther. With other guys." "Are you really going to do this?" "What do you mean? You were there in the same therapy session I was —you didn't raise any objections to the idea in there. Look, I want to make you a part of this, and I need to know —will you be okay with me letting things get hotter with Eric?" "Well, I mean, I guess, if it's something you think... you want" "I will always come back to you, honey, I swear. I love you." "I know, Lauren." "And the therapist said, this could be a powerful exercise for you and I in sharing, and in intensifying our own intimacy. If you can trust me." "Trust you to let your boss fondle you if he wants?" She smiles, "Fondle, or whatever..." I rolled my eyes back, but she recovered, "But I'll always come back to you, honey. I will always be yours." "Are you really serious about this? You feel that dissatisfied with me, that you want me to just give you my blessing to fuck other guys?" "It's just for sex, hon. I love you, through and through, but I crave a lot of different experiences, and you just can't give them all to me." "So, I'm —what? I'm just supposed to say 'okay, Lauren, be a slut for your boss.'?" Lauren looks at me like an innocent little girl and nods her head up and down. I just shake my head as I watch her. "Are you mad at me, babe?" "No, I'm not mad. I just can't believe what a slut you are!" Lauren starts a low and guilty chuckle. "Fine. Be a slut. Fuck your boss. I'll try and be okay with it. " "You mean it? I can let him fuck me?" "Yeah" "Awww., I have such an understanding husband." I rolled my eyes big time at that. "Do you really think he'll want to fuck me?" "Something tells me, yes" "Can you imagine seeing us together? Wouldn't I look so hot with my legs wrapped around him? His big cock pounding up into my cunt, again and again?" She fondled me as she spoke. "Look, we did talk about it, Lauren. And I mean it. I want to support you in finding your sexual fulfillment. Even with other guys, if that's what you want —I'm putting my trust in you, and that you will always come back to me. If you want your boss to fuck you, then I guess you better let him know." The next evening, Lauren came home with another story about her boss... "Well, I took your advice to heart honey, " she smiled a little fiendishly, I thought. "I was alone with Eric and, well, these thoughts about me and him getting together have been making me crazy horny, and I was just a bag of nerves all day. He asked me how I was feeling, if something was bothering me, and I just couldn't hold it in. I told him 'I'm actually a little distraught this morning.' And he put his hand on my thigh so half of it rested on the skirt and the rest of it was touching my flesh, and he just kind of massaged my thigh, which stirred me up even more —I was so nervous, baby!" "Well, what did you tell him?" "I told him that you and I had been seeing a counselor about our sex life," "What? Honey, that's personal—" "—Well baby, so is my womb and you seemed okay with me opening that up for him!" she laughed, teasing, "Just listen —I told him we'd been to a sex therapist and that she'd recommended fulfilling my sexual fantasies more as a means of opening up our combined fulfillment as a couple. He said that sounded like a wonderful thing to try. I told him that there was only one problem —the only thing I fantasized about was being fucked by him." "The air grew so thick. He just looked at me for a second, before suddenly pulling me in to sit in his lap." "He reached around and under my skirt, lifted it to my waist so I was sitting against him in just my panties. I could feel his hard-on under me. He held me by the hips and he shifted me around on him until I was facing away from him, and the hardon pushed up against the panties over my pussylips. He started stroking and massaging my waist and my hips, and then around to my inner thighs. His hard-on kept flexing against me, over and over again, like a pulse." "What did you do?" "I guess at one point, I started grinding against his hardon, kind of at his urging, the way he was pushing and pulling at my hips —but I liked it a lot. And I wanted to please him. He makes me really horny, baby." "More than me." "Well, baby, that's not really fair. I love you with all my heart, but there's something about a confident, successful man that just makes my pussy go crazy. Oh and his dick is really big. Like, huge." Lauren looked at me to gauge my reaction. "Honestly honey I thought you already understood, I spend most of my day... alone with Eric. I spend most of every workday completely horny, from being around him. It's a big part of why I realized I was so unsatisfied." I gulped. "Then what happened?" "Then he told me to take my blouse off." "And you did?" Lauren nodded, biting her lower lip at the memory. "He started rubbing my tits through my bra with one hand, and asked me if my husband knew I was doing this at work. I told him you had just told me the night before to confess my desire to him. Then he grabbed me by the chin with his other, and kissed me." "You kissed him?" Lauren nodded slow and sultrily, "For a long time. Then Jeff came in." "Jeff?" "He's the president of the company." "And he saw you?—" Lauren nodded; hesitated saying more. "What? Then what happened?" "Well, Jeff sort of just walked up, and started joining in touching and kissing me, and actually... well, —he opened his fly and took out his cock. And started stroking it in my face. He was at just the right height for me to do it so I opened my mouth and sucked his head in, started twirling my tongue around on it. Pretty soon I was gorging myself on his cock." "I thought this was just going to be your boss—" "Baby, I know, but you know how horny I am for authority figures. This wasn't just my boss, this was my Boss's Boss! And anyway, Eric didn't seem to object at all." "Then what happened?" "Well then Eric stood up underneath me and lifted my ass up into the air. I was busy sucking on Jeff's dick so I didn't notice him take his own cock out, but I knew what it was when he started rubbing it against me." "Wait, so..." Lauren's eyes were twinkling bright with excitement. "It finally happened, baby! My boss fucked me." "So you're telling me you had a threesome with your boss and the company president?" "I'm sorry you couldn't be there to see it —It was really hot. Eric has a bigger cock, but Jeff was able to go more times." "Why would I want to see that?!" "Honey, the therapist said it would be good for us!" She took my hand in hers. "I was thinking about it the whole time, as they were using my body. I really want you to see me with them. It was so sexy, to just be treated like an object. A set of dirty holes for these two influential and powerful men to fill with their cum." "They came inside you?" "Oh, yes. That's a big part of my desire to feel claimed and owned. I need them to fill me with their sperm, to like finalize the deal you know?" she giggled, and yanked playfully on my hard dick. "Baby, I have a feeling that work is going to start demanding a lot of extra time from me..." She said stuff like that just to work me up, all the time. And boy did it work. I started to get the idea that she understood my own sexual impulse better than I did. Anyway that last bit happened earlier this week, and Eric had been gone on business while Lauren stayed behind (I was expecting he would start taking his assistant with him on those overnight business meetings on a pretty regular basis). He texted her to be ready for him to pick her up tonight, and to dress for a night on the town. So here we are, waiting for my wife's boss to take her away and fuck her brains out. Again. Suddenly the doorbell rings. Lauren asks me to answer it. I open the door to Eric, admittedly intimidated by his physical presence. Big, handsome, strong, well-dressed black dude. With a lot of money. "You must be Andy." "Yes, hi Eric. Nice to meet you." "Your wife is extremely sexy. I want to thank you for allowing her to share her body with me." It Finally Happened! That caught me off guard, as I closed the door. "Yes, sir." I said, somehow instinctively. "I mean, Eric." "Oh, you can call me sir. I like the sound of that." "Alright, then... sir it is." "Andy why don't you bring Lauren over here for me." I looked at Lauren —she was sparkling with excitement. I took her hand in mine and led her over to stand between me and Eric. Lauren inclined her head toward him and parted her lips, which he seized with his own in a deep and long kiss. She ground her ass against me as she pulled his groin against her hips. He fondled her breast a moment. The kiss breaks. "Andy, turn your wife around so that her ass is against me." I do what he says. "Now I want you to lift up her dress, and take off her panties for me." I look him in the eye —he isn't asking. I pull the hem of her dress the short distance up to her waist, exposing her silky panty-clad ass and beautiful thighs, which kind of twisted eagerly in place on her feet as I got to my knees, lovingly burying my face in her crotch as I pulled her panties down her tanned and sculpted legs to her ankles. She lifted one leg out to keep from tripping on them. Eric unzipped his pants and took out a very big and very black dick. "Get ready, Lauren," "I've been waiting for this all week, daddy." "Oooh, I like it when you call me daddy. Hold her ass cheeks apart for me, Andy." I was standing up now, but I did as he told me to, and reached under her ass to pull the cheeks open. She gasped with excitement when the head of his cock came to nose around the entrance of her pussy, her eyes closing and mouth dropping open as he fed his black meat to her hungry slit. She began to moan, and brought her hands up to wrap around my neck. She looked at me, as I felt her shudder against the thrusts of the man she works for every day as he claims her pussy with his cock —so much bigger than mine. Her eyes were so beautiful, and her concern —maybe guilt— was all tied into the lust and the joy in her expression. It's so complicated, the feeling of holding and kissing your wife while she's fucked senseless by another man! I can feel his hips against my fingers every now and then when his dick bottoms out in her womb, as I play with and spread and smoosh the cheeks of her ass, while he pounds against it with his powerful thrusts. Eventually he seizes her against him and convulses, growling and grunting as he pumps her full of his sperm. She kisses me some more, and the throes of their passion subside, and we all sort of come to from our lustful frenzy. "Go lay down on the couch Lauren." Eric tells her. Lauren obeys her boss, and goes and lays down on the couch, kicking her panties all the way off the other ankle as she went. "Andy, go clean out your wife's pussy. I don't want all that sperm getting on the leather interior of my Lexus." Lauren smiles at me, crooking a teasing finger to beckon me. "Come on and clean me out, hubby!" I feel degraded but I don't know how to take control of the situation so I just go along with it. I kneel down by the couch and start licking at my Lauren's stretched out and sloppy pussy lips. I tasted the first bit of Eric's semen, and started to back out, but Lauren took my head in her hands and forced it back down. "Do it baby, do what he says —lick me clean for my boss, okay?" "You better fucking do it, sissy." Eric snapped. His fist clenched at his side. I was actually frightened for a moment. I looked up at him. "Sorry, sir." And I slurped the rest of his come out of her pussy. The salty, stringy mess of it. I gagged it down and my wife kissed me. "Thank you baby." She gets up and starts to put her panties back on, "Don't wait up." "Leave your panties with your cuckold, here, babe." Lauren smiles up at Eric. "Okay, you're the boss!" I watch them leave, and get up to go and pour myself a glass of water. And jack off, furiously. Well, sex therapy has definitely changed our life together —I'm not sure whether I will be benefitting from it in any way but Lauren seems to be getting what she wants, at least... It Finally Happened How did this happen? Not that I'm complaining. I'm about ready to step into the shower and get ready to spend the night with a man who I'd only met hours ago. But, I must go back to tell you how I got here. My husband and I have been married almost 40 years. We were high school sweet hearts, married at an early age, and raised three wonderful children. Over the years our sex lives have undergone many twists and turns. As teens, we were so hot for each other and could not get enough sex. Early in our marriage, it was mostly the same. Then as we entered our late 40's things began to get a little mundane and stale. It was still always fun, but the unbridled excitement had lessened over the years. We dabbled in the swinging scene for a while, but that was always something my husband enjoyed more than I did. It was just ok for me. Usually, the guy would be someone I would not see out for a sexual encounter. By the time I had entered my mid 50's, I had landed a high level job with a top marketing firm. Travel was a big part of my job, and I wound up traveling the country quite a bit. My husband always has had a fantasy of me meeting someone on one of my trips, and enjoying an evening of hot sex...making sure he got all the details. He has always encouraged me to play with other guys, and I had a permanent "hall pass", as long as I let him know in advance. I always considered it amusing, but on occasions, I must admit the whole thing did excite me some. He always enjoyed sharing me with another man during our swinging days, but this was different. This was an invitation for me to pick out my own guy and play alone. This all kind of explains how I got here, ready to enter the shower. I'm here in Dallas, TX, staying at the Ritz Carlton for three days attending a marketing conference. I checked in a few hours ago, unpacked, and headed to check out the rest of the hotel. There was a very nice bar downstairs, and after a long day of travel I felt I could use a glass of wine. After getting my drink, I made my way to a section of tables. As I was about to seat myself, I noticed a man sitting alone in a corner booth. I knew I recognized him. I did not know his name and had never met him, but I'd seen him at some of the other conferences. I made my way to his booth and asked if he was there for the conference. When he said he was, I introduced myself. He stood up, shook my hand, told me his name was Eric and invited me to join him. Eric looked to be about 40, very athletic, well dressed with a nice head of dark hair and a great tan. I told him I'd noticed him at some of the other conferences and he said he'd noticed me as well. That surprised me some. Although I'm still considered an attractive "mature" woman, I know I'm nowhere near the "looker" I had been years ago. Anyhow, I was somewhat flattered that he had remembered me. We nursed our drinks for a while and we very at ease talking with each other. I discovered that Eric was 43 years old, had been married and divorced, and was very active and athletic. As we chatted, my mind drifted to the thought of my husbands fantasy. I thought to myself, IF I ever was to do it, Eric was the type of guy I'd go for. The Lounge area had a dance floor and a live band was playing that night. After about 20 minutes of talking, Eric asked me if I'd like to dance. Of course, I said...and I was glad I did. He was a great dancer. When he held me, I could also tell that he was serious about being active and athletic. His body was obviously strong and well conditioned...and he smelled nice too! I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the second glass of wine combined with the dancing, but after a while I opened up to Eric about my husbands fantasy. He laughed and said that if I were ever really serious about acting upon it, just let him know. His expression changed when I told him that I was serious and that I wanted him to be the guy. He game me a sly smile and asked what our next step should be. I think I surprised him when I told him I'd first have to let my husband know, and make sure that he still wanted me to go through with this. When he realized I was serious he said sure, go ahead. I couldn't believe I was about to go through with this. I sent Brad a text message telling him about Eric and about what I was ready to do. As I hit the send button I wasn't sure what to expect as a response, but I did know that I was more excited than I had been in years. It took Brad a few minutes to respond. At first, I thought he didn't believe me, but after I took a pic of Eric and sent it to him, he knew this was for real. He told me I'd made a nice choice, then said it was fine with him as long as I kept him posted. Since he would not be there to watch, he thought keeping him updated would be the next best thing. I still had a hard time believing I was actually about to do this, but Brad's text and Eric's reassuring smile made me much more comfortable. I found out that Eric and I were on the same floor. He suggested that we head upstairs, shower, get ready and meet in his room at 8pm. Since it was only a little before 6, I knew I had plenty of time to get ready for him..and what I was about to experience. Fortunately, I had packed a few things that would be nice attire for the evening. I had my sexy heels, a black cocktail dress that could be considered a little short, some sexy panties and a pair of thigh highs. Now, it was just a matter of preparing for what I was hoping would be a memorable night and the fulfillment of my husbands fantasy. The feeling between my legs also let me know that this was also something that I really wanted! After I returned to my room, I laid my clothes out on the bed and stripped out of my travel outfit in preparation for my shower. As I gazed upon my sexy outfit, I decided I needed to send Brad another picture. I took one of what I'd be wearing and added a comment asking if he approved. Ten seconds later his response came back and he told me to enjoy myself and to keep him updated. I was really starting to feel naughty now. When the shower was just the right temperature, I entered making sure to take a new razor in with me. My legs would be super smooth and I wanted to trim my pubic hair just right. As I began to trim around my pussy, I could almost feel my hands trembling with excitement. I had to take a deep breath and calm myself...I didn't want to nick anything. When I rinsed off, the water that was beating down on my tits caused my nipples to become as hard as possible. I pinched and pulled on them a few seconds, then knew I better stop! I wanted to make this feeling last. After I dried off, I snapped a picture of my freshly trimmed pussy and sent it to Brad. I wanted him to see just what Eric would be getting very soon. When I finished getting ready, I looked in the mirror. I had to admit, I did look pretty hot. Sure, I had put on a few pounds over the years, but I knew that my legs, ass and tits still drew attention. Yes, I was really going to go through with this. I was incredibly hot for Eric and decided then and there, I would hold nothing back. As I moved down the hallway to Eric's room, I could not believe how wet I felt. I hoped my panties would not be totally soaked by the time I met him. Eric opened the door and I had to catch my breath. As sexy as he looked down in the bar, it was nothing to the way he looked now. He had a fairly tight shirt with long sleeves, dark slacks that really did a great job of highlighting his firm ass and legs. He immediately took me in his arms and planted a long, deep, wet kiss on me. As our tongues explored each others mouths, I knew he was every bit as hot for me as I was for him. After we broke our passionate kiss, Eric laid me back on his king sized bed. We continued to kiss and explore each others bodies with our hands. As I ran my hands all over his chest, Eric slid his hand under my dress and up the inside of my legs, taking his time to enjoy the feel of my silky hose. I undid the straps of my dress to allow him access to my 36C breasts. When he ran his other hand lightly across my tits I let out a sigh. My nipples were so hard and begging for attention. Eric did not disappoint. He began pinching one nipple while kissing and licking the other. He was driving me nuts, teasing me with his mouth and hands. He started to suck my nipples more vigorously. My pussy was throbbing from all the nipple stimulation. Eric then moved a hand back under my skirt and slid a finger inside my wet panties. He teased the lips of my pussy and would occasionally drag a finger across my throbbing clit. When he slipped a finger in my hole it felt like electricity. While still keeping his lips locked on my nipple, he began a rhythmic finger fucking of my cunt. I felt like a total slut! I was so hot that it didn't take long for me to cum. My body first tensed, then went into orgasmic convulsions as my pussy clenched tightly on his probing finger. A few minutes after I came back to earth from my first orgasm of the night, Eric began to remove my dress and panties, leaving me in just hose and heels. I asked him if he'd like me to remove the rest. He just smiled and said no...he loves the stockings and heels look. Before we continued, I grabbed my cell phone to text Brad and tell him what had just happened. After getting back a big approval, I asked him what he was up to. I kind of knew, but I wanted him to tell me. He was at his computer, masturbating, while reading stories of the kind I was acting out. Hope you have fun honey, I said. I know I will! Eric stood before me and began to remove his shirt. His body was amazing. His chest, shoulders and arms just oozed strength and power. I sat up and asked if I could remove his slacks. He stood before me and said...go ahead. I could see the well formed bulge in the front of his pants and was anxious to see what awaited me as I removed them. I loosened his belt, undid the clasp, and slowly slid his pants down his athletic legs. As the material slid down past the bulge, his magnificent cock sprang forward. It was partially erect. I was captured by how perfect it looked. I had seen many cocks over the years, but this was something special. It was very firm, with a large, mushroom head...probably 7" with a nice thickness. He was shaven with the exception of some hair left just above his cock. It was a little bigger than Brad's, but too big to be comfortable. His balls were rather large and hung down nicely. As I grasped the thickening prick with my right hand, I fondled those big balls with my left. After a few minutes of inspecting his ever hardening package, Eric laid me down on my back. He slid his face between my legs and began to gentle nibble the insides of my thighs. I was in heaven! He was playing my like a fiddle. I began to massage my tits, and then started to pull and tweak my aching nipples. Eric had worked his way up to my swollen vulva and began to lick and suck the lips to my streaming pussy. As I pulled and tugged at my nipples, Eric's tongue found my throbbing clit. He flicked his tongue in very rapid, quick movements, all over the hard nub, while pausing every once in a while to probe my wet hole with his tongue, using it like a little cock. Needless to say, a girl can't last long under those conditions. I felt the spasms come over me once more and enjoyed my second massive orgasm of the night. I couldn't believe this! Eric was the best pussy eater I'd ever seen. Brad is very good, but this was special. Eric didn't give me much of a break this time. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed a condom. As he rolled it down the length of his throbbing penis, I positioned myself comfortably with my legs spread and knees bent. Eric hovered above me in a pre missionary position. We again slipped our tongues in each others mouths and kissed for a few minutes. I could still taste the sweet tang of my pussy on his lips. Eric then moved into position and let the head of his cock seek out my hot, wet opening. As the head of his prick touched my pussy, I felt like a had another mini orgasm. Eric slowly fed inch by inch of his throbbing member into me. He filled me completely. After my cunt adjusted to the length and girth of his penis, he slowly slid in and out of me. This guy could really fuck. For 25 minutes he let me enjoy the pleasure of that magnificent cock. He would alternate the pace. Long and slow strokes, followed by a rapid pounding...then back to long and slow. We changed positions twice. I moved out from under him and took a ride for a while. As I controlled the tempo while riding his cock, Eric twisted my nipples. I lost track of how many times I came! Just when I thought Eric was about to finish, he instructed me to get on all fours. He moved behind me, slid that rigid cock back into me, and started to really pick up the tempo! He was pounding me hard from behind. I knew more orgasms were on the way so I buried my face into the mattress to muffle my screams while my hands clutched the sheets of the bed. I came so hard and so long I thought I'd pass out. After I collapsed on the bed, Eric slid his cock out of me and removed the condom. When I could sit back up, I once again grabbed my phone and sent Brad some more pics. First, one of my swollen, well fucked pussy...then one of Eric's glistening cock. Brad texted back saying how he wished he was there to watch. I told him to go back and finish jerking off while I took care of Eric. We had been at it for over 2 hours and this stud hadn't cum yet. After the pleasure he had given me, this hot, slutty girl had to bring him to a great finish. I ordered him to go into the bathroom and wash off his cock and balls. I was feeling a little bossy! He'd had the condom on for quite a while and I wanted all hints of the latex flavor removed. When Eric reentered the room, I had him sit on the big, comfy chair in the corner. He was naked, with his rigid cock bobbing in front of him as he walked. When he sat down, I crawled over to him and knelt in front of his still throbbing penis. I ran my hands along the outside of his muscular thighs as I lowered my mouth over the big, mushroom head of his cock. I let my tongue slowly work its way up and down his shaft. I teased the slit with the tip of my tongue. After bathing his cock with my tongue, and alternately sucking his balls, I slid my mouth down upon his throbbing shaft. I began to suck up and down his prick as my hands ran all over his tight abdomen. I'd suck fast, then vary the tempo. My throat was so relaxed that I had no problem deep throating him all the way to the base of his cock. I had always prided myself on my ability to suck cock, and I wanted to give Eric some special treatment after what he had given me. I settled on a slow steady rhythm. Occasionally I'd just suck on the head while I pumped his shaft with my hand. After 10 minutes of this treatment, I knew Eric was getting close. His breathing started to get erratic, his legs started to tremble, and head of his cock was swelling in my mouth. In the past, when I got to this point with anyone other than Brad, I would pull off and finish with a hand job. Not tonight. Eric was going to get the full treatment. As he passed the point of no return, I clamped my mouth down on the head of his cock and pumped my hand furiously. The first spurt of his semen was powerful! It hit the roof of my mouth like a rocket. While he continued to twitch and spasm, his cock pumped six or seven more streams of his tasty sperm into my mouth. The amount of cum took me by surprise. I kept my lips tight around his cock so nothing could drip out. I sucked down his entire creamy load! I held his cock in my mouth for a few minutes as it began to soften. I felt so naughty. I gazed up at Eric and saw the look of total contentment on his face. That, combined with the feel of his cock in my mouth made my pussy tingle. I love my husband so much for allowing me to explore this. This was pure sex and lust! Instinctively, my hand went between my legs to explore how wet I still was. As my finger rubbed around my clit, I knew I wanted to cum just once more. Eric sensed what I was up to and whispered for me to do it! So, as I let his cock slowly slide from my lips, and smiled up at him, I masturbated myself to one final orgasm. Eric and I cleaned ourselves up and I headed back to my room. I couldn't believe what I had done. Even more so, I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed it. Brad had always encouraged me to do this and I'm glad I finally did. When I got back to the room, I didn't text Brad...I had to call him. He said that next time, he HAD to be there to watch. I said...who said there will be a NEXT time. We both laughed! We also both expect that there WILL be a next time.