A very good posting and well worth the time to read.
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The phone rings daily at our house and it sounds the same. It reminds me a lot like watching a television show that you have seen so many times you know it by heart and you can do anything while watching it because it is so familiar. This time, however, the ring makes my heart race and palms sweaty as I heard Maria in the background saying, “we look forward meeting you.”
At the point I knew she will be saying, “George you need to get ready and we need to leave within the hour.” From experience, I know, Maria cannot get ready in a hour and most likely it will take us nearly an hour and half before we are out the door. Nonetheless I will humor her and show her that I can be ready within the hour.
“Its a go. We are meeting Victor in a hour at our favorite restaurant.”
“An hour? Don’t you need more time?”
“I have already showered and all I have to do is put my make-up on. That should not take me more than 20 minutes. We are going to be late if you do not hurry.”
“I know. Did you tell Victor we might be late. We both know when you believe 20 minutes it is more like a hour. You still have to get dressed?”
Looking at Maria I could see a girlish glee come across her face, as though she is going on her very first date. I know not to be critical of her and I know not to crush her idea of her being ready in 20 minutes. If I do then it is going to have a negative impact on the evening.
Tonight is some ways is a first date for her since it is our first time having a threesome and we spent a lot of timing planning it. The last thing that needs to happen is starting the evening on “the wrong foot,” by making inappropriate comments.
“What do you think I should wear?” She asks standing in front of me topless and with the light in the room actuating her her perky 34B breasts.
“I think maybe your black dress with your black strapless bra and no panties might be a good idea?” Walking away she goes into the bathroom closing the door. “I need to get showered and ready too.”
“I do not want the mirror to steam and I will be out in a few minutes.”
A few minutes actually was actually more like a half-hour, “You know when are not going to be out the door within the hour since I am still not ready.”
Taking the shower gave me a minutes reflecting on the evening and what it will entail. It made my heart race and it gave me an erection in the shower. Also, it made me nervous about lies ahead and how I will be able to handle everything.
Dressing after the shower Maria was ready and we left. “Did you let Victor know we are running a few minutes late?”
“Don’t be foolish, I told him since it was short-notice we will get there when we can.”
“How will we notice him?”
“He told me that he will get a table and to ask for him once we get there.”
Walking into the rest restaurant it feels different and then to ask for Victor’s table it made the experience even more odd. “Victor’s table, please”
“This way,” said the hostess.
“We finally meet. I am George and you have already spoke to Maria.”
“Nice to meet you, please sit down.”
The conversation was fairly typical about the weather, our jobs, and what we like to do. This took us through the drinks and a part of the meal. As we were growing tired of the pleasantries I began shifting the conversation towards sex. “I understand Victor you find my wife attractive?”
I could see Victor staring at Maria’s cleavage and his attempts to put his hand on her leg.
Face flushing bright red Victor responds nervously and cautiously, “yes I do.”
“You do not need to be shy about it Victor we are all adults here and we all are here for one reason.”
“I know,” Victor said.
“How about you come back to our place Victor for some after supper drinks and we can talk more about how much you find Maria attractive?”
“I would like that.”
“Good, we will pay for supper and you can follow us back to our place.”
With that said I paid for supper and we got into our car. “Are you sure you want to go though with this?” I asked Maria
“Yes I would love to have the both of you fuck me tonight.”
A few minutes later we arrive at our place, “Why don’t you go upstairs to make yourself more comfortable and we will join you in a few minutes, dear.”
Giving Maria a chance to get ready I pour Victor and myself a glass of wine. “Maria is quite happy you chose to come back here with us. I will give her a few minutes and we can join her.”
We drank our wine and I said, “I think Maria has had enough time, please follow me.”
We walked up the stairs into our bedroom. The curtains were closed and the light was out. Only the hall light lit the room. Maria is laying on the bed naked with her legs spread and her nipples erect. I guide Victor to the bed gesturing to him to eat her out and I begin to caress her nipples.
Maria begins quietly moaning, “don’t stop,” she says in a very soft and quiet voice. I can see Victor enjoying eating Maria out and she grabs his head directing it where she wants to be serviced. Then I take step back to watch and I can feel my cock being rock hard. Then I can see Victor craw on top of her sucking on her left breast while playing with her right nipple. It is not long before he rolls her on her belly and he moves between her legs to play with her ass. He starts to lick the outside of her ass before he lubricates his finger placing it in her ass.
“More,” Maria says. “Don’t stop”
At this point Victor pulls his finger out and lubricates his cock before he enters her ass.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” yells Maria
I can see Victor beginning to fuck Maria in her as by starting slow before he picks up his pace.
“Yes, oh yes”
Victor moves a lot faster and Maria’s moans of pleasure becomes louder.
“I am going to cum,” yells Maria
I can see her body tensing and then a few moments later Victor tenses shooting his load into her.
Then I move to the bed, guiding Victor out of the way. At this point Maria’s pussy is sopping wet and I can feel how hot it is. From watching the two of them fuck it does not take no more than a few thrusts before I shoot my load into Maria.
The excitement of the evening brought it quickly to an end. We thanked Victor and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Standing on the deck, as the ferry enters Rotterdam port, I can see the darkness fighting to stay as the sun takes command forcing the darkness to break its grip on the night and dissipates the remaining fog. This time of day reminds me a lot of where I stand in my relationship with my wife and I am feeling as though it is entering a new chapter. This feeling is born from the events that transpired last light. In order to understand what I am saying, I need to begin from the beginning when things began changing in June.
June 2011 is the point where I noticed things changing between my wife, Michelle, and myself, John, Michelle has two sides, a very passive side that is very conservative and another side that can be quite sexually adventurous. If I were to say, up until last night her passive side is the side is more dominant side. This side displays itself by her refusal to initiate sex and her relying on me to please her during sex. Since she relies on me to be the dominate one this has caused some issues for us. However, it would be unfair for me to leave a one sided image of my wife. There are times when she struggles with her passive side and her more adventurous side takes control. The more adventurous side was prevalent when we first were married by having a threesomes and experimenting with an open relationship. Even after her conservative side took control, a few years after being married, there are moments where her adventurous side shows. Typically this side show when we are out, she will begin flirting with guys or we will discuss her fucking another guy with us taking steps towards fucking another guy before she change her mind. Another of the adventurous side taking over is last night and I will get to last night, shortly. If you were to ask me why Michelle has a conflict between these two sides, my feeling, it has to do more with our familiarity with each other, building a life together and things becoming routine.
Likewise, if you were to ask me, if I am similar to my wife in regarding sex, I would say in most ways no. I would describe myself as someone who is more sexually adventurous and more willing push the boundaries. In our relationship, I am the one who suggests new things, and I am the one willing to try new things in order to keep our relationship exciting. Conversely, in some ways I am like my wife. Since it can be argued, I am resistant to change. Being resistant to change, I feel, is a form of passiveness whereby you fight the change by refusing to change. Reason why I say this, I am trying to get my wife to try again the idea of fucking another guy and this is something she did early in our relationship. The desire, of fucking another guy, can be said is a way to hold onto the past and thereby resisting any change. By holding onto this fantasy, I am able to hold onto the past and passively fight changing. In some ways I feel Michelle’s two sides is her struggle against changing. It may seem as though, struggling to hold on to the past is a sign of problems in the relationship. However, it is my feeling, our relationship is not in trouble. Instead I feel we are trying to recapture a free time in our lives, to share that experience once again and to fight the feeling that both of us have already lived more than half of our lives.
Getting back to where things started changing in June 2011, if I remember correctly it was around 15 June. The day was a typical summer day; sunny, hot and Michelle was lying outside in the front yard wearing her provocatively cut black spaghetti string bikini that barely covers her perfectly sized 36C size breasts. When she lays on her, back wearing her black bikini, the outline of her nipple can be seen through her bikini top and when the sun shines on her just right in that top, she looks like a model in mans magazine. Granted Michelle is not in her 20s; however her face shows no signs of ageing, her brunette hair look natural, and her petite build still looks as though it belongs to someone in their early twenties.
On that day, John a 40 something single black man with a receding hairline, who is average in height, and expanding waistline moved across the street from us. I cannot think of a feature that I stands out that would make him attractive to a woman and in many ways I would say he was unattractive to a woman. Nonetheless, there was something about him that seems to attract Michelle.
I was outside, standing between our house and our neighbour’s property, doing some yard work and to watch Michelle’s reaction to our new neighbor. My position prevented Michelle from seeing me but I was able to see John bringing in his boxes. Nonetheless I was standing far enough from him where I was not noticeable unless he was specifically looking for me. The layout of the street helped me by providing the necessary cover and the opportunity to observe. Our street is barely wide enough for two way traffic, making parking difficult but easy enough to know what is going on with your neighbors. It was obvious from the rental truck parked outside that John was doing the move himself into his two bedroom split foyer house. From the lack of furniture, the fact that his t-shirt riding half-way up his fat belly, and the limited kitchen supplies, John appeared to be recently divorced who is making a new start for himself.
As he was bringing his stuff in he caught a glimpse of Michelle lying outside, “Hi neighbour, maybe you would like to come over for a drink later after I finish bringing in my junk.”
“No thanks, I am married.”
“Being married does not mean you cannot come over for a drink and have some fun. If you want you can bring your husband.”
“I know, my husband is most likely inside taking a nap. Maybe some other time,” Michelle said in a very fast and high pitched voice.
With that statement I knew she would be coming in soon. Those words, “Maybe some other time,” tell me she is using those words to avoid talking to him further thereby ending the conversation with him. Essentially, she uses that phrase and tone on guys that try to flirt with her in order to let them know she is not interested. It is something she finds works for her and she used that line while we were experimenting with our open relationship. Personally, I feel, it is her way of avoiding the situation by not having to say, “Sorry, not interested,” or “Can we talk about something else.” Whatever the reason, I know I need to hide the fact I heard the conversation and be nonchalant as possible. If she knew I heard it she will become embarrassed and will she will become argumentative in order not to discuss it. This meant, I need to quickly finish my yard work in order to keep Michelle from knowing I heard the conversation and I was spying on her. When she came in I causally said, “Hi, it looks as though we have new neighbours?”.
“Yes, he is about our age, black, and I have not seen a wife, yet. So, I am assuming he is single.”
Hearing her trying to restrain her enthusiasm when she said he was black I tried to push the idea, “Black, great. Maybe, you should go over and be friendly. I know how much you have wanted a black guy.”
“Yeah! In the bedroom I may have said that but that is a fantasy. In reality I am married and I am a good girl. I am not a slut. I do not do that!” Angrily she said, “You need to get that idea out of your head this minute!”
“Okay, geeze, forgive me! I was just saying…”
“I know you would love to have me fuck another guy for you but it is never going to happen. We had our fun several years ago when we could fuck others but that it is in the past. I hope you get that idea quickly out of your head and I hope it is the last time I hear it,” she said in a forceful and demanding way.
At that point I knew encouraging her to consider the idea was not going to work and I had to think of another plan. I knew if I pushed the idea she would retaliate by resisting any advances on her to have sex and it would be weeks before we had sex again. Also if I push the idea, I know she will get angry for no reason and begin fights me for no other reason than to have a fight. This would create a lot of unnecessary problems in the relationship that could be avoided. For me, my approach has to be carefully thought out and she needs time to forget about this conversation, otherwise she will become even more entrenched in her position.
About two weeks after that conversation Michelle unexpectedly said, “I am going over to John’s for a moment, to see if he has an edge trimmer so that I get some trimming done and get some sun.” From experience, I knew doing yard work, especially trimming along the edges meant that she will be bending over in an effort show off her body in the blue tube top that nicely exposed her cleavage and Daisy Duke jean shorts that accented her shapely apple shaped ass.
“Great, see you soon.” I said in a casual way in order to allow me, the chance to think about how to build upon the visit and move things towards the fantasy. I could see her standing knocking at John’s door and my mind began to fantasize about her “real reason” for being there. A few moments later I could see John opening the door and mind began racing even faster. The thought of what she could be doing made me curious so I went outside, in order to see and hear any part of their conversation since John had left the door open. Leaving the door open, I am assuming, is John’s way to keep the house cool without having to run fans or pulling down shades to block the sun.
“Nice to see you again. I like that tube top and shorts you are wearing. It makes you look young and very desirable.”
“Oh thank you,” Michelle said in a giddily girlish laugh. “I came over to see if I could borrow a trimmer to trim the edge of the lawn after I mow it?”
“Before getting it, how about that drink I was asking about?”
“No, really I shouldn’t.”
“Oh come on, a glass of wine and you will be out the door in less than 10 minutes. It will give me a chance to meet one of my neighbors”
“Really I can’t. My husband is expecting me back. I told him only a few minutes and if I do not hurry back then he will begin to wonder what I am doing.”
“Your husband sounds a bit of an ass, if you ask me. Why do you need to check-in with him?”
“I don’t need to check-in with him but he worries if I say I will be right back then I do not return. If you pour me a half a glass but then I gotta go.”
“Great.” I could see John moving towards Michelle with the glass of wine and as he hand her the glass, he appears to try to touch Michelle’s inner thigh.
“Stop that! I said I would have a half a glass of wine. I did not state you could try to cop a feel of my pussy.”
“Well, who said you did not want me to touch it? I could tell from the way you were looking at me you wanted me to touch you that way. How would your husband feel if he found out that you came on to me and begged me to touch you like that.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“How do you know?”
“Now, come over here let me have my feel. Otherwise I will tell him you gave me a blow job and that is why it took you that long to come back home.” I could see Michelle submitting to him and I knew she would shortly be leaving. I went back inside to wait for her.
About 10 minutes later I could see Michelle slamming the door, running across the street with the trimmer, and when she came in she said, in a very hurried voice sounding as though she was yelling, “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” she said in a hurried and angry voice. Then took a shower and about 10 minutes after the show she said to me, in a calmer voice, ” I am going outside!”.
After that she went outside and spent a lot of time perfecting her trimming job. To me, her behavior is a sign something is on her mind and I suspect it had something to do with John touching the outside of her pussy. She acted in a similar way during our early exploration with having an open relationship, particularly when she felt guilty about having another male touch her before she decided to have him fuck her. I decided not to approach her about it, since her previous behavior indicated she would not resist any further advances from him and this would mean she would make this fantasy come true. After finishing her trimming she went back to John’s and this time she walked in without knocking at the door.
I waited until I knew she would not be returning home right away and once I knew she was there talking with him I only then would go outside. This time I noticed John had left the large living room window open whereby I could see and hear everything. Trying to be discreet as possible, I walked out to see if I could see anything; I could see the kitchen just opposite the living room where I could see and hear both of them. Oddly, I do not know if John was aware leaving his large living room for me or if he is trying to keep the house cool during the hottest time of the year. Given I can see a lot, I suspect, John had done this for my benefit.
“I see you are finished trimming outside and I can see you did a good job.”
“Thank you,” Michelle nervously laughed.
” I am not finished,” said John. “I am I not going to ‘beat around the bush’ and I will come straight out with this, I want you to give me a blow job, right here and right now.”
“Absolutely no, I am not!”
” I find you utterly attractive and I want to experience your. If I have to I will tell your husband that the reason why you keep coming here is because you are cheating on him.”
“He knows better.”
“Really, all I need to do is to play on the fact you are a slut who is unfaithful and make think the reason why he is not getting any is because you are getting it on the side form someone else.”
“I do not care what you think. I love my husband and I am not going to do that.”
“Okay, let me make it easier for you. If you do this one thing for me then it will be the last time I ask and if you want I can get you some more wine to help you relax. Otherwise, I will go and tell him right now.”
“I need a moment to think,” pausing for a moment Michelle does not say anything and everything in the house is quiet until Michelle nervously says, “Okay, get me another glass.”
“Good girl, while I am pouring your glass I am going to take off my pants and I would like it if you would strip for me.”
“I am not comfortable giving you a blow job and I am only doing it because I feel as though I have no option. However, I am not stripping for you.”
“Well then, what is your husband going to think when you come back home with alcohol on your breath? I will tell him we had a few drinks, you got really horny, and you then fucked me out of desperation.” At that moment, John began removed his jeans and underwear, exposing his semi-erect 8″ uncut cock for Michelle and the warmth of the room kept his balls hanging. Still watching I waited to see what Michelle was going to do before making a run back to the house so that I am not discovered.
“Wow, that is quite large, I do not know if I can take it all at once. I really should not even be considering the idea. Maybe I should go and let you do what you feel you have to do,” says Michelle is a sexually playful tone.
“Let me get you another glass of wine to help you relax. I am waiting for you to strip because I want to finger your pussy as you suck me.”
“Not a full glass, just a half. You are not going to finger me, all I agreed to was a blow-job.” At this point, I knew he wants to fuck her and it is obvious Michelle’s resistance to the idea is gone. However, she is making him work for it because she does not want him to think she is easy.
“Drink up. I am going to stand against the counter and I want you to face me.”
“Come closer, I want you to pick up your right leg and balance it on the counter. This will give a great view of your lovely shapely body, it will make it easier for me to feel your perky breasts, and easier access to your pussy.”
“Fingering my pussy was not a part of the deal. All I said I said I will do is give you a blow job nothing else. I don’t like where this is going and I am leaving.”
“How do you expect me to be aroused and enjoy myself? Without being able to feel your response to my hard cock, for me it will be like knowing what a cold wet spaghetti noodle feels like. If you are not willing to go along with the program then I have no problem telling your husband.”
Reluctantly lifting her leg up and resting it on the counter she asks, “Like this?”
“Yeah, but do not be so nervous. It is no fun if you cannot let yourself enjoy it.”
At that moment I became instantly hard, as I could not believe what I was seeing and I could not believe she was actually going through with it. A part of me wanted to burst in there to protect her, another part of me wanted to run because I was upset, but a big part of me saw this as a very erotic experience. In some ways it is like a car accident on the highway not wanting to look but at the same time feeling the need to looking. In any event I stood their paralyzed by the excitement but afraid of being discovered.
“Now bring your leg down so that I can get you undressed.” Slowly he begins to undress Michelle feeing and caressing her breasts before removing her top. Next, John begins to suck on one of her breasts while rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He looks at her saying, “Nice, very nice. You should be proud that you have perfect breasts.” At that point I am paralyzed not sure how to respond but I can feel my heart racing as I become more aroused.
“Thank you, I know I will enjoy sucking on that large cock.”
John spends the next few minutes enjoying Michelle’s breasts before removing her shorts and panties, as Michelle finally submits to his advances before finally submitting to his advances. “You have a great body and I am going to take my time to enjoy it.” Finally John reaches over pouring another cup of wine for Michelle, “Here drink some more.”
“Any more wine my husband will wonder. This needs to be quick otherwise I am going to have to do a lot of explaining. I cannot smell of cum otherwise he will ask questions.”
With that, John takes a moment to absorb the beauty of Michelle. “My, you look gorgeous. I would love to fuck you.”
Nervously Michelle responds, “Thanks.”
” Don’t be afraid, you will find that you will enjoy it if you let yourself to enjoy it. Your erect nipples, your heavy breathing, and your flushed skin tell me that you are beginning to let yourself enjoy this. “Pausing momentarily John continues by saying, “While you are here you will be safe and nothing will hurt you. I suspect your husband might even find what you are doing a turn on for him.”
“Even though it is summer, I am a bit cold.”
“Nonsense, it is one of the hottest days of the year. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and let me do all of the work. All you have do is enjoy.”
“I wish my husband would be that in control and make this secure.”
“I know, that is why you are here and it is the reason why you are letting me do this to you. From my experience, you want to know what it is like to have another guy seduce you then feel his hard cock deep inside of you.”
With that, John begins to feel Michelle again and pays particular attention to her breasts. First he begins to caress them before sucking on her nipple while rubbing the other. As he does that, Michele lets out a moan of please.” Great, I can see you are letting yourself enjoy this.” Then pulls her into him and as he does he begins to stroke Michelle’s inner thigh right by her outer lips,
Breathing heavily, “Oh my gosh, you are quite turned on aren’t you? I can feel your hard-on pushing against the outside of my pussy”
“You got me this way, I want to fuck you and I can tell by feeling the outside of your pussy you are turned on too. How would you like to feel my cock inside of you instead of having you give me a blow job? No foreplay, just a quick fuck?”
A long pause and I was beginning to worry his request would break the mood before Michelle responds in a high aroused state, “Okay, a fuck nothing else. My husband wants me to fuck another guy for him and I have not been willing to do that for him until now. I want to feel your large hard cock deep inside my pussy and be given the fucking I desperately want. I have never wanted a cock this bad before.”
“You are setting a high expectation but let see what I can do for you. Let us change positions. I want you to move over to this table and behind over I am going to fuck you doggy-style.” As they began to move towards the table the shadow being cast on them made them difficult to see but I could see their silhouettes; plus I could still hear them.
“Bend over and let me enter you.”
“You are quite large. Please enter me slowly.”
“Your pussy is quite and deep, I can see I am going to love this fuck. I am in, I am going to slowly fuck you at first. I know this is not the most comfortable position; however, don’t fight it and spread you legs a bit wider so I can go deeper.”
“Like this,” as Michelle spreads he legs further for him.”Oh, Christ you are fucking good! fuck me harder.”
“You are a great fuck. Your pussy is so warm and inviting. I can tell you are loving this”
“Yes! I want you black cock buried deep in me. My husband has never fucked me like this. Fuck me, like I have never been fucked before! ”
John begins fucking Michelle harder and as he does the table begins to move from the forceful thrusts from John and as he does, the moans from Michelle grows louder like a thunderstorm that is quickly approaching. As John begins to fuck Michelle harder the silhouette of her erect nipples can be seen as she arches her hips higher in order to take John deeper in her pussy while shielding her head from the table.
“Oh my, John my husband has never fucked me this hard before! This is the fucking I have been wanting for a long time.”
“Hold on, I am almost there!”
“Hold back John, slow down, I am not ready to cum yet. I want to enjoy this as long as I can and I want to cum too”
Slowing down in order to hold off, “I can tell you have already cum.”
“Small orgasms but I feel a big one building.”
“I cannot hold on much longer.”
“Yes John, drive your cock fast, deep, and hard into me. I want it all!”
John begins to pick up his pace, within moments Michelle’s body tenses before it releases and as it releases Michelle’s pussy begins twitching in an effort to squeeze every drip of his loving juices from his hard demanding shaft in an effort to keep a memento of a man that used her as a quick and her willingness to provide him with that release.
“Fuck yes!” yells John as he shoots his cum and seed deep into Michelle filling her up. John continues to cum while Michelle’s pussy drinks up every drop that is being fed into her. “Don’t move, I want to you enjoy you as long as I can before I become too soft to stand in you. As I see cum freely flowing from her pussy, I know the time is getting close for me to get back inside, unless she decides to have another go at him.
A few minutes later, after drinking up all that it can Michelle’s pussy expels John’s cock from her warm moist secure home. “I need to go John.” I use that as my cue to leave while Michelle gets dressed and leaves.
About forty-five minutes after leaving, Michelle walks in nonchalantly as possible, “You must have been giving him a big thank you for allowing you to use the trimmer? Did he show you the house or did you spend all of your time talking to him?”
“I guess you could say we had an interesting talk.”
“What did you talk about?”
“I need to take a shower from being sweaty outside. I will tell you all about it when I come out.”
“I can tell you need a shower, you smell musky and a bit like rotten fish.”
She never told me about what happened that day with John and I suspect she was too afraid to say anything. However, I knew and I saw it. After being fucked by John she never went back to see him and she would always send me if we needed anything. Michelle for the next month was always in the mood for sex and we had a very horny June and July. However as August approached the routine became as it previously was where I was initiating sex and Michelle reverting back to her previous attitudes. Then in late August later John moved due to a promotion and any hopes of her fucking him again left with him. Luckily things changed in Early December when we decided to do a weekend getaway by going to Amsterdam via ferry. The initial goal of the trip was to go to Amsterdam with the hope that the sexual energy and the sights might get us back on track to where things were in July and August. After boarding the boat we unpacked and arrived at 20:00 for our meal. An older plain gentleman was sitting alone at his table. Michelle suggested that we invite him over so that he did not have to eat alone. Walking over to him I said, “My wife and I would like to invite you to join us.”
“I do not want to intrude.”
“That is quite alright, we insist.”
“Alight then, my name is George.”
We both returned to the table and I asked, “What would each of you like for drinks?”
“Wine,” said Michelle
“Guinness,” said George
I went to the bar, watching the two from a distance and I could see the both of talking. “This could be the opportunity I have been waiting for”, I thought to myself. “I should take my time getting back to the table and see if anything develops.” I took my time before placing the order and probably gave them around 10 minutes before returning.
“Sorry for the delay, there was a bit of a line at the bar and the bartender was slow at getting the drinks.”
“Do not worry, hun, George and I were having a nice chat.” I could see from the look on her face something was up and I knew it was at a fragile stage. With it being at a fragile state, I knew if I asked it would probably destroy all of the work that has been put into getting us to this moment and so, I decided to nurture it even though a part of me was not sure if this was the right decision. My fantasy has always been for my wife to fuck someone while I watched without hiding it from me and I realized now it might come true; as I begin to face this reality, I am not sure if this is what I want. In any event, I knew if I wanted to I could put the brakes on it since everything was still in the exploratory phase and it could be easily stopped without upsetting anyone.
We had finished our drinks and George said, “It is my turn for drinks, what will you all have?” We stated the same and this time George said, “I am having a lovely time with your wife and I hope you do not mind. If it is possible, I would like it if you could get the drinks.”
George gave me the money for the drinks and I said, “Not a problem, I will be right back.”
Wanting to see where this was going I decided to agree to his request. This time I could see George sitting closer to Michelle, touching her arm as he talked, and placing his other hand on her leg. Watching the exchange that was occurring started getting me hard and I knew I could not go back to the table with a hard-on since it would be embarrassing. I took a few moments before walking back to the table, “I hope all things are in order and I did not miss anything interesting?”
At that moment, George rose from the table and said, “I need to use the loo and will be right back.”
Looking at Michelle I could see he eyes were wide, she was happy like a school girl who is just beginning her summer break and she looked as though she wanted to say something.
So, I decided to either confirm or deny my suspicions by asking, “You look as though you enjoying yourself.” Pausing for a few moments, I continued by saying, “It also seems as though has something to ask?”
“No. Not really.”
“Come on, I say from the bar how George and you were talking to each other.”
I do not know how to ask this…”
“I know you fantasy has always been for me to fuck someone else and I have always fought you on it. Well, I have been thinking maybe we should invite George back to our cabin. What do you think?”
“Why do you want to invite him back to the cabin? I have any an idea of what you are alluding to but I want to be sure in order to prevent any misunderstandings.”
“Though George is a bit plain, I would like to fuck him and know what it is like to have another cock in me. The trip to Amsterdam has really made me horny and I would love to fuck him.”
The decision is yours and I will follow your lead. Do you want me to go back to the cabin with you? Do you want to go to his cabin or do you want me to take stroll on deck giving you two hours alone with him in the cabin?”
“I would prefer that you come back with me to the cabin.” After she said that, I became instantly hard, feeling some pre-cum leaking and I had a difficult time try containing my enthusiasm of what might happen tonight.
“Great, once he come back I will suggest that we buy a bottle or two of wine to drink in our cabin. How does that sound?”
“Leave it with me.”
After saying that it gave us a few moments of contemplation before George came back, “While you were gone, Michelle and I were discussing inviting you back our cabin to share a bottle or two of wine after supper.”
“That would be great,” said George.
With that we left, taking the elevator back to the 11th floor and luckily we had purchased an outside 4 berth cabin with two double beds for this trip.
“Let me pour the wine,” I said. “George, why don’t you sit next to Michelle and I will sit across from you. Then I nodded to Michelle and she turned to George beginning to kiss him. Caught off guard, George was not sure what to do as he looked at me with a shocked look. “It is okay,” I said.
George then began to unclasp Michelle’s bra under her shirt, lifting her top off exposing her breasts and began gently caressing them. I could see Michelle trying to undress George and I undressed while I watched them. Being December with high winds on the North Sea, I could feel the boat rock with the waves and I felt it added to the excitement.
Soon we were all undressed and George had laid Michelle on her back. Again George looked to me for approval and I nodded to him and said, “You do not need to look for approval, both of us want you to enjoy her and fuck her as you like.” Then, he began to spread Michelle’s legs, exposing her wetness and her swollen pussy the scent of strong musk filled the air. Her lips were swollen in anticipation of having another cock being driven deep in her, her nipples fully erect, and I could tell she could not restrain her desires anymore. This time her pussy lips looked different; they were spread a part but more swollen.
George did not rush to fuck her and took his time relish the moment, like you do with a fine wine. His attention to pleasuring Michelle heightened her excitement. He took his time working his way down to her pussy by kissing her abdomen and caressing her. Once her arrived there, he did not go to claim his prize and instead he waited. He chose to take pleasure in her delights by kissing her inner thighs and teasing her outer lips in order to drive her wild before eating her out. This drove Michelle wild, I could hear moans of please and her pulling his head deep into thigh in order to ensure he could delight in everything. She remained quiet in order to appear as though she was not enjoying it. This is the first time I seen her submit completely without resisting. She lied there like artist clay, allowing him to mold her, shape her, and to enjoy her as he chose.
While I watched I sat on the other bed stroking my hard cock. I felt I was there more for her protection than to selfishly meet by needs thereby denying her some ounce of pleasure. Looking at Michelle I could tell she was ready for him to enter her and I said to George, “It is alright, please fuck her for me and make sure she enjoys it. ”
As soon as I said that George slid right into her and it is the moment that Michelle drop her charade of not enjoying it by yelling, “Yes! Fuck me hard,” yelled Michelle.
“Fuck, you are incredible,” yelled George.
It was not much longer before George shot his load into her and her pussy was gushing with his cum leaking out of her. The sight of another man’s cum leaking out of her along with the smell of sex in the room was quite intoxicating. By then I had shot my load by myself, almost in unison with George shooting his cum into her. Neither of them saw me shooting my load and I was fine with that. I then walked over to her, caressing her to let her know it was alright and I laid on the bed next to Michelle. She reached over kissing me on the lips and whispered into my ear, “Thank you.”
We laid on the bed with Michelle in the middle, George on the side closest to the wall and me being on the other side closest to the door. It was about 10 minutes before Michelle stated, I am going into shower, do any of you gents want to join me? Both George and I joined Michelle in the shower, “Okay, “Who wants to wash my front?” asked Michelle. George began washing her front and I washed her back, soon we were back in bed again, this time Michelle giving both of us some physical attention.
It was not long before both George and I were hard. I could see that George was a bit smaller than me, about 6″ inches cut and I motioned Michelle to give George a blow job. As she began to suck him, I began to eat her out from behind. A few minutes later, “I want you to tell me when you are about to cum,” said Michelle to George.
Things continued until George said, “I am almost there.” with that Michelle climb on top of him taking is cock deep inside of her already fucked pussy and I gently pushed her forward lubricating her ass before entering her. As I entered Michelle’s ass, I could feel George’s cock rubbing against mine. It was about two thrusts later and I could feel George’s cock discharging his juices once again deep into Michelle. Just as I was going very deep into Michelle’s ass I hurled my load into her ass.
We laid there for a few moments before George started getting dressed and that was the last we saw of George.
Things seem to have changed with us, Michelle is a bit more open about sex, we are talking more, and our sex life seems to be more exciting. These experiences seem to have change things for the better; however, I cannot say if, George, a combination of the two or neither that produced the results. Whatever the reason it was a great experience and hopefully we will have a few more of theses.