My wife Amanda and I have been married for a few years, and although our sex life used to be quite adventurous, we have slowly become more and more conservative. She is a beautiful woman in her late twenties, with light brown hair and a shapely body that I can tell other men find attractive.
I have always had fantasies about seeing her with other men and enjoyed reading wife-sharing stories on the internet and in magazines, but I only began to talk about them with Amanda about a year ago. Since then, we have often enjoyed talking about my fantasies while we make love, describing how I would watch another man take her and make her cum.
About two weeks ago, when we were having sex, I felt that it wasn't particularly satisfying for Amanda. I started talking about her trying another cock, just to see if I could get some excitement going. She started to kiss me passionately and was clearly eager to fantasize.
“Who will be interested in you?” I said, just to push the fantasy a little bit further.
She gave a very sexy smile while kissing me more and more passionately, grinding her hips toward me. I could tell that there were some very dirty thoughts going through her mind.
"You have someone in mind already, don’t you?" I chuckled.
Her tongue went deep into my mouth before she pulled back with a sexy little giggle.
"Maybe," she whispered, and pulled me towards her as if trying to get me as deep as possible into her.
"Well…" I asked, keen to play out the fantasy as Amanda was clearly in the mood. "Do you think he would like to fuck you?"
She didn’t say anything, but she grinned at me. We began to kiss like we had never kissed before. She was incredibly turned on, and I was about to burst. I slowed down my thrusting, fearing that I would cum any second and ruin the fantasy.
"I know he wants to," I whispered as I pushed slowly into her.
It was at this point that I realized that this might not actually be a fantasy that was going on in my wife’s mind.
"Are you serious?" I said, surprised and desperately trying not to cum.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I had never been so turned on and so hard in my life.
"Have you talked to someone about our fantasy?" I whispered.
Amanda began to kiss me harder again, her breathing becoming heavier.
"I talked to Scott about it,” she replied. “He just needed to know if you were OK with it."
"Yes! I want him to fuck you senseless."
I couldn't really believe that I was saying it, but it felt so good to push this! The most amazing fantasy was becoming real.
"Pass me the phone," she said, pushing on my hips to stop my thrusting.
I leaned over to the side of the bed and passed the phone over to her. She dialed a number and, a few moments later, began to talk.
"Hey Scott, it's Amanda. You know that stuff we talked about earlier? Yep...well Jason is very happy with it. Uh-huh, I know. He says he wants you to fuck me senseless! Mmm, that sounds good... Okay, see you in ten minutes. Bye."
After laying the phone next to her, she again pushed herself firmly against my hips.
"Hop off; I need to get ready for Scott,” she stated. “He'll be here soon."
I was desperate to cum, but she insisted that I could probably do that later and that she needed to get ready.
My wife looked through her underwear drawer and pulled out a white peephole negligee with little, red bows that undo to reveal her nipples. It stopped just at the waist and left her beautiful pussy on display. She carefully put on some black stockings and began to tie her hair. She looked so sexy as she sat in front of the dressing table, applying her lipstick and a little makeup. Amanda gave me a sexy glance in the mirror as she stood up and walked slowly down the hall to the lounge. I watched her shapely figure as she walked away from me and realized that in a few minutes, someone else’s hands would be all over my wife, caressing her beautiful breasts, licking her, and making love to her.
We were only in the lounge for a few minutes before I saw the lights through the curtain and heard a car pull onto the driveway. Amanda opened the front door slightly and waited for Scott to approach. A moment later, they came into the lounge and stood before me. She began to gently caress the bulge that had already formed in the front of Scott’s jeans, and they kissed while he gently rubbed his hand across her erect nipple. She slowly pulled away from him and took him by the hand, leading him toward the bedroom.
"Are you sure you are comfortable with this, mate?" Scott asked as he followed her.
"Very sure," I replied, feeling a rush of excitement surging through me.
"Are you coming to watch us too, honey?" my wife asked, with that sexy, naughty, familiar smile she is so good at. I nodded and followed them down the hallway.